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Now I’m Nothing PT 2
Now I’m Nothing PT 2
They drove in silence to the studio on 54th and
The relief that washed over her was unreal. She almost wanted a drink just to calm down. The thought of losing that t-shirt was too much to even think about. She immediately put the t-shirt inside out, in cold water and that new black clothing woolite thing. and waited the allotted soaking time before hanging it over the shower rod in her bathroom. She just didn’t trust the washing machine to handle the only Shane had given her beside a smashed up heart.
Smashed up heart yeah that was pretty dramatic but it was how she felt most of the time.
A voice was asking her something.
“..overateted right Carm?”
“I’m sorry what?”
“I said the Nine Inch Nails is one of the most overrated bands of all time?
“Oh Randall I wouldn’t say that infront of her she likes them a lot right Carm?”
“Yeah their great. I saw them at Coachella a few years back. Almost got killed in the pit.”
“I can’t picture you in a mosh pit”
“Well Randall that because you don’t know me.”
Godamnit I really fucking hate this guy. Wade, my boss and good friend always tells me to take a deep breath and to not let Randall Cunningham get on my nerves but I can’t fucking help it. He see’s me wearing the t-shirt and he gonna come all out his fucking face about the band just cause I am not paying him any mind.
Randall Cunningham is a dip shit. He has tried on several occasions to get me to go out with him. Telling him I am gay didn’t help. He replied “great bring her along to.” Like I hadn’t heard that one before. But he is the talent and I’m just an assistant to Wade. So I take his shit to a point. But if he said one more thing about Nin I was gonna put this heel right into the back of his head. Wade being the only nice guy in the world changed the subject and I went back to thinking about Shane and the t-shirt.
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(17 votes, average: 3.29 out of 5)
Great story. I love concerts!
LOL! I forgot how much I miss using my old name. I can’t believe I was so *shy* about leaving comments. I mean, they were tremendously few and far between, not to mention SHORT. Now, I just write up a fricken storm every chance I get. . . well, maybe not these past few weeks, but I’m over that now. But I gotta tell you, even though I was too shy to show it, I was hooked on this story like a crack fiend. (just like all your other stories =P). -bum