NK ~ Lol. i guess the insanity has to go into evry thing i do. lol.
Thanks for the comment.

TheRealJLO ~ When i write i listen to everything. Coldplay, Ramstein, Old school 50′s jazz, Vivaldi, Linkin Park, The lion king sound track, Ministry of sound Mixes (mainly annuals and hard NRG), umm oh soo much stuff. That doesnt scratch the surface. The Kill Bill soundtrack, placeebo, Evanessacne, Butterfly effect, the red hot chilli peppers, Powderfinger, U2 and The butterfly effect. lol. im sure you get the idea. lol

Incendiary ~ oh god not you again…. lol. you know whats freaky? I was surposed to be in Dubai on the 11th!! Just a 2 hr stop over but still. lol. I’m afraid i cant post any faster. life is really really busy. i could cut back on the amount of time i spend replying to comments but there is no way i would do that. Though i must say your on the right track bribing me with Duff. ; )

Time for the stuff the other 97% click on this story for.

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As Bette pulled up in the cab, the rain was falling hard. The beams of the headlights cut through the downpour to reveal nothing but more rain. If this young artist whose work she was there to see hadnt been absolutely amazing Bette wasnt sure she would have bothered/risked coming out to this part of town. But the hand scrawled note had grasped her curiosity. Resigning herself to her cold and wet fate she paid the driver including a decent tip and got out, the wind biting into her. The sound of the deluge on the roofs of the hollow buildings that surrounded her was deafening. Bette simply pulled her jacket more tightly around her and hurried along the foot path. She was more than a little annoyed at being asked to run this rather odd errand at this time but figured that the rewards might be worth it.

The weather was typical of winter but there was also a foreboding atmosphere. Wether the rain masked it or if Bette simply chose to ignore was hard to know as her footsteps carried her onward to her destination. She came to a large door. The dark coloured paint was peeling off. Her rapping knuckles sent several flakes to join the puddles of water on the ground. The door opened spilling a shaft of yellow light out into the inky black. There was a moment of hesitation before the door was held back for her. Her appearance was taken in by the man who had answered. Her face was that of a woman out of place but her eyes gave away no hidden insecurities. She was soaked and was virtually dripping as she stepped across the threshold.
Bette stepped inside with confidence. She had a way about her that hinted at power. She was actually trying to give off the feeling. But she wasnt exactly sure she was succeeding.