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The Starting Line: Chapter 25
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Tina didn’t smoke… She was on her third cigarette from my pack when she finally at least started talking again. The piano missed her by inches, although one of the cables nicked her, and the small cut on her arm seemed to be the only injury sustained. Bette was trying to be the supportive girlfriend to Tina out front, the supportive Arts Director to her crying artist in the middle of the foyer, and her own supportive problem solver to her instillation that just hit a major snag. She finally handed Sandrine over to Marina, Marni, and Rich, and just sat next to Tina, trying to calm her down, Kit sitting on the other side of Tina, trying to get the two to see some humour in the situation. Alice, Dana, and I were sitting on a bench a little ways away from the Porter-Kinnard bench. Alice had also bummed a cigarette from me, and we sat smoking as Dana just sat there silently.
“Man, that was just like in Looney Tunes. I mean, did you see how that thing fell?!”
I nodded, “Yeah, I thought that sort of thing only happened in cartoons and stuff.”
Dana nodded, “Well, I will never doubt the impossibility theory again. And I am so not going to the party tonight, or even coming close to standing under anything in that room!”
The three of us chuckled a bit and started making cracks about Bette’s party that night, and how the “flow” of the room would be ruined with hazard tape and orange cones everywhere keeping people from standing under the instruments. About 20 minutes later, all parties involved were re-grouped in the foyer of the museum, circling the pile that was a floating piano. All tears were dry and everyone had started to at least slightly chuckle at the situation. Marina looked over at Bette and Sandrine.
“Well, at least you can say your instillation will be remembered…”
Dana snickered. “Yeah, it was a crashing success!”
Alice shook her head, “No Dana. I’m revoking your joking tokens till you learn to be funny.”
Dana scoffed and hit Alice in the arm. I laughed outright, only to be the next one to get punched in the arm by Dana.
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Great update! I am glad to see you are back.
Aah like we could ever forget you! I’d say it was well worth the wait but I’m scared it’ll be another 2 months….shit gotta bite the bullet, it was totally worth it!!! (restaurant land better after the nightmare of Xmas break now await the horror that is Valentine’s..ok now I need a brew and a smoke, and maybe jelly beans…)
Had a thought while I was rereading this (yes I’m a vorasious rereader of things I like)does the shelter have a deep fryer cause you can put many a foods in them…snickers, twinkies,eggs,hell we’ve even done pizza’s oh and don’t eew think panzerotti’s but it was an actual pizza….but keep lighters away..wanna know why? well I’m selfish you’ll have too update to find out ha :)
As I think I said in an early post, I don’t generally read Shane fic. I think it is an age thing. I have realized that what I like most about your story is the way you have this odd group of friends interacting in a believable way, yet you reflect the very different places each is in her life. Thanks for continuing.
Yah! She returns! Welcome back kd and I hope you had a great Christmas and New Year. Totally stoked you have more in store for this fic. 2008 is already looking up. :)
Great update, kdknight! Glad to see you are back. I really like this story and the way you are filling in so much backstory on all the girls. Thanks!!