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 Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 9:24 am
Max walked into the bar and smiled at Jeffery, or Tiny as she called him because he was the biggest guy you could find for miles. He was the bouncer at the bar. She kissed his cheek as she walked in "Hey Tiny whats going on?" She asked looknig aronud and broppnig her bag on a chiar for a moment.
"Nothing really Blu, Gary is freaking out because of some sound problem. You should probally go help him efore he blows a gasket." Tiny said and smiled.
She sighed and grabbed her bag and jacket she had just taken off, walking to the back of the small stae that was in the bar. She saw Gary, he was looking about frantically for somethnig that was wrong with the sound. "Hey Gar, you want some help?" she asked as he turned aronud and shook his head.
"No no no, it's ok i'll figure it out" He said and smield at her even though she didn't believe it.
"Move over." she said and knelt own switiching up some wires, then connecting them in a different pattern. She'd fixed these things a azillion times before and it was like riding a bike to her now. "There ya go, All fixed" she said and he smiled telling her he wouldn't know what to do without her. She pecked him on the cheek and stood up walking off the stage and into the back room to put her things away. She saw a letter taped to her locker and opened it up.
It said congradulations you have been accecpted to the school of music. She sighed and walked back out the the bar reading it she wlaked over to Gary again as he was the owner of this place "Where did you get this?" She asked
"Someone dropped it off for you, and said that you should leave by friday for the school" He said and drank some more Ale that he thought he'd earned for trying to fix the sound.
"Thanks" She said and put it in her pocket and got ready for her shift.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 9:14 am
The place she worked at wasn't too far from her house, yet it never hurt to give Hayden a ride. Hayden was her car, a Mitsubishi GT Eclipse, to be exact. Yes, she'd named her car, and yes, it was a boy. Besides, she liked showing off Hayden new royal blue paint job and convertible-ness. She opened the door, placing Nozomu in the passenger's side, then sat in the drivers seat.
"Alright, Hayden," Momo said patting the dashboard. "You ready to run?" The answering purr sounded when she turned the ignition. She drove a couple blocks down and parked across the street from the bar, so that Hayden wouldn't get attacked by drunks.
Grabbing her bag and Nozomu, Momo entered the bar.
"Fizzle pop!" she yelled, slamming the door.
"Dammit, Momo, stop slamming my door!!" Came the yell from behind the bar stand. A young man stood up from behind it, cleaning a shot glass.
"Hey there, Luke." Momo said with a smile, chuckling. "Any business yet, you look tired."
"We haven't opened yet, you know that," Luke responded giving her one of his 'heartbreaker' smiles. He always used those to get tips.
"That doesn't work on me, hun. Get used to it." She hopped behind the bar and placed her bag on the floor, as well as Nozomu. "Maybe one of these days I should use one of my 'heartbreaker' smiles on you. Let's see how you like that."
Luke laughed and shook his head. "I don't even want to see it. I've already seen what it does to the guys and trust me, I'd probably jump you right then and there." He looked down at Nozomu. "What'd I tell you about bringing that cat in here?"
Momo picked the cat up. "Oh come on Luke. You can't kick him out. You can't resist the face." She began to pout, sticking out her lower lip.
Luke groaned and looked away. "Fine."
"Yes!" Momo yelled, giving Zomu a paw/hand five.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 3:43 pm
Christina has a free period after first. So she went to one of the practice rooms, and began to study some music. Sitting on top of the piano, Christina sang the notes and memorizied them. Each of the notes flowed into the next one.
Putting away the music, Christina pulled out her own. Writing, erasing, editing, making the notes flow, she worked on it. Before she knew it, her free period was over. Knowing her parents would care, Christina grabbed her stuff and skipped out on school. She wanted to get away from school and hang out.
Christina wondered around New York and found herself walking into a bar. She was only 16 and knew she probably shouldn't be there. But she sat at a table away from most of the people. Looking in her bag, the acceptance letter from the music school fell out. Reading once again, Christina sighed softly. Music was part of her life but she couldn't think that she wanted to go to this music school. But her parents are making the arrangements and she'll have to go. Today was her last day of her real high school and tomorrow would be the first day of her music classes at the music school.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2008 6:13 am
After the short meeting with Mr Smith, it is decided that all main decisions are left to Denzel himself, especially with the selecting of orchestra members. Denzel went home straight away after parting ways--he had always hated to meet with those organizers and such...it is so troublesome and thats why she employed an assistant for.
Reaching home, he left the bag on the sofa as he lie down on it, resting a while. He had been studying the conductor notes for the whole night previously...and he thinks taking a short nap would not kill.
Danielle cursed on her way to school, as her attempt failed. Although it is still not to hand in a few days late, she didn't like that idea. Reaching school, she went and stuff her bag in the locker, taking books that are needed for lessons before the lunch break.
Which would be biology, chemistry and physics. Great time to catch some sleep she lost the day before due to watching the orchestra video for yet another time.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 8:17 pm
Kristen sighed, taking out a pen to begin writing notes. Kristen enjoyed Biology, she loved it. But something was bothering her lately. Why were her parents acting so weird around her? How come her brother was always out of the house? And why do her parents keep fighting only when they think she was asleep? Sighing again, she wrote down a few notes on DNA.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 12:32 am
Christina left the bar and headed back home. But stopped concert hall and walked in. On the stage, a grand white piano stood. Smiling to herself, Christina got on stage, putting her backpack next to the bench as she sat down. The ivony keys shined in the the light of the concert hall. Gently, Christina's hands pressed the keys. Without noticing, she began to play one of her favorite songs, 'i don't want to miss a thing' by aerosmith.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 5:25 am
.: :.
((Well, I've decided to close this down. My fault. Totally forgotten about it since my comp broke down, and ta das.))
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Shattered heart.
Tears.
Washed away by the rain.
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