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Post by Lucy Liu on Mar 20, 2006 19:31:34 GMT -5
Ucy entered the area. Her sleek, black hair was tied up in a bun, and she was quite a scene. She quiteky approached the counter, smiling graciously as she awiated.
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Post by Destiny catherine nixon on Mar 20, 2006 22:32:42 GMT -5
The man behind the counter, sorting files looked up at the woman and asked "Are you looking to meet someone, or are you here to find a job?"
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Post by Lucy Liu on Mar 21, 2006 16:39:50 GMT -5
She dimpled, though it was mere curt.
I am looking for a job. I have a coledge degree.
She rummaged in a small purse for a while, then pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper.
Here it is. I major in voice and art, though I had wonderful grades in Horticulture, ot lawn care.
She was in desperate need of a job, and could do just about anything she put her mind to.
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Post by Destiny catherine nixon on Mar 21, 2006 20:50:22 GMT -5
He said "Well honestly if I were you, see if you can come up with some good lyrics, if you can sing, well here are the current available jobs, you can be an owner of the bar, yo will get paid 4 hundred dollars a month, and what ever profit is left over, you can....be a dog capture, we are in need of one of those, 12 dollars a month, and thats it for now... or you can come back tomorrow and see if we have any other jobs available
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Post by Lucy Liu on Mar 21, 2006 20:51:54 GMT -5
She nodded, biting her bottom lip as she did so.
If I have a good song, how much would it be worth?
She would like to buy a dog, and it cost $600, she honestly loved him, she would be glad for his company.
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Post by Destiny catherine nixon on Mar 21, 2006 20:55:13 GMT -5
"Girl, if you come up with a good song, two days, and you will be so rich, you can spend money as much as you breathe air,"
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Post by Lucy Liu on Mar 21, 2006 20:56:34 GMT -5
SHe smiled, her curt never leaving her.
Thank you, if I have ill luck with a song, I may be back here, getting a diffrent job.
She smiled graciously and began to walk toward the exit.
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Post by Destiny catherine nixon on Mar 21, 2006 21:00:34 GMT -5
before Lucy reached the door he called out
"I wish you luck with your song,"
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Post by Lucy Liu on Mar 21, 2006 21:02:46 GMT -5
She turned around, dimpling she said,
Thank you, may fortune follow you forever.
Then, with a clinking of bells, she was gone, loading into a red chevy truck and hauling toward the studio.
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Buddy