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Question: I think i’ve been encountered by a ghost?!?
I started reading the book “Ghosts Among Us” because my sister and I have really been getting into ghosts and stuff. I straighten my hair in the mornings and tuck the cord under my vanity before i go to school. I came home and went to bed and when I woke up, my cord was stretched all the way across my room. A few nights later I went to bed at 10 and I couldn’t fall asleep. At about 11:30 I started to drift away into sleep when my teddy bear started playing its music….This is a ceramic teddy bear with the music player inside so it weighs about 2-4 pounds, It takes effort to move. (this is also on my dresser far away from my bed) It started playing so I jumped out of bed and turned on my light and it was still playing!! I ran into my parents room crying because I was so scared and my mom jumped out of bed because we could still hear it. As soon as my mom entered through my doorway it stopped…..what the hell is going on!?!?!?
You have to pick it up and wind it up at the bottom! You have to wind it a few times to get it to play that long too, that’s why I was so scared. My dad said it could be change in temperature that caused the spring to move and play, but if it was that then it only would have played one note!!! And nothing else really has happened.
I know I’m not supposed to be scared and right now I’m not scared at all. I want it to happen now, but when its night time and I’m alone and it really does happen then I just get so frightened but I don’t want to be but I cant stop myself. That’s weird though, why would it like to play with my things? and I don’t feel that my dads explanation was correct, I think there is something there. Which I’m ok with as long as its not purposely trying to scare me. I don’t usually see shadows, I have once but sometimes my room does get randomly cold.
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Answer by Hadley
That’s creepy! Ok, so here are my thoughts…
1.) you have been really getting into ghost stuff, and you are really into it and have seen a lot of shows, websites, et cetera about it. Subconsciously, your mind is now imagining paranormal activity because of reading so much about it, and it is though your mind wants in a way to encounter some paranormal activity therefore these incidents that have logical explanations, are taken as paranormal. Following? Your mind could possibly be imagining this stuff. However…..
2.) the Teddy bear thing is quite unusual. My question to you is how do you manually turn it on? Is there a button? It seems like like a ghost may have taken part in this. But I need to know how the Teddy bear music usually turns on to think of an explanation. Can you let me know? Also, let me know I’d there has been any more incidents. Thanks!!
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Question: why do they ask lil wayne these questions and when h answers they think he is a bad person ?
my freind was listenin to the radio and somebody asked lil wayne some question and he said “i dont like anyting but the dictionary,i dont believe in the bible and other types of books”and he automatically got jugded as a bad person sayn that he isnt a good roll model come on now….when was he really a good influence to kids doin all these drugs but that dont stop me from lovn him if people dont like him they dont have to they just can keep makn ignorant comments cant they just let him be i mean is he the president makn a rule that all kids should smoke weed no so its just the people that have nothin betta to do with their life that wanna bag on him….because of what if you dont want him to influence yo kids dont bring them around his raps and all his music and when you do stop naggin about him sayn what he say dont be ignorant if you dont want him to influence dont let him its simple shouldnt people be strong enough to do that
thank you sahra f you see what i mean
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Answer by Sahra F
the media are idiots. they ask a question and if you don’t answer the way they want you to,they turn on you.it’s actually quite stupid.and who said weezy was a role model?LOL
Question: do you think im goth/emo?
ok so i have had no idea if im really goth or emo. I really love wearing to black and it is like my favorite color (other than red). I like painting my nails black and im also growing my bangs out (not completely) so i can angle them over one of my eyes. I am not girly at all and i sometimes wear clothes made for boys. I like listening to all kinds of music, and i really like rock too. I also sometimes like to put red streaks in my hair. I also would like to read the book “Interview with the Vampire” by anne rice
do you think im part emo/goth? im jw
im not trying to label myself!!!!!!! i know im me!!!!!! i would never change me!!! im just bored right now and i just wanted to know what some yahoo people thought, thats all!! just plz dont tell me i dont have to label myself because im not and i just wanted to know what people thought!!! thats all!!!
im not trying to label myself!!!!!!! i know im me!!!!!! i would never change me!!! im just bored right now and i just wanted to know what some yahoo people thought, thats all!! just plz dont tell me i dont have to label myself because im not and i just wanted to know what people thought!!! thats all!!!
im not trying to label myself!!!!!!! i know im me!!!!!! i would never change me!!! im just bored right now and i just wanted to know what some yahoo people thought, thats all!! just plz dont tell me i dont have to label myself because im not and i just wanted to know what people thought!!! thats all!!!
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Answer by USMC9013
sure do
Question: Which sibling do you think Michael Jackson was closest to?
First of all to my knowledge Michael has only adressed this once in public and it was in his autobiography Moonwalk. This is what Michael said:
“I wouldn’t trade my memories of those days with my brothers for anything. I often wish I could relive those days. We were like the seven dwarfs: each of us was different, each had his own personality. Jackie was the athlete and the worrier. Tito was the strong, compassionate father figure…Jermaine was the one I was closest to when we were growing up. He was funny, easygoing, and was constantly fooling around. Marlon was and is one of the most determined people I’ve ever met. He, too, was a real joker and prankster. He used to be the one who’d always get in trouble in the early days because he’d be out of step or miss a note, but that was far from true later. The diversity of my brothers personalities and the closeness we felt were what kept me going during those grueling days of constant touring. Everybody helped everybody…I really miss all that. In the early days we were together all the time. We’d go to amusement parks or ride horses or watch movies. We did everything together…The separation from my brothers started much later, when they began to get married…A part of me wanted us to stay as we were – brothers who were also best friends – but change is inevitable and always good in one sense or another. We still love each others company. We still have a great time when we’re together. But the various paths our lives have taken won’t allow us the freedom to enjoy one another’s company as much as we did. In those days, touring with the Jackson 5, I always shared a room with Jermaine. He and I were close, both onstage and off, and shared a lot of the same interests.”
My conclusion: It seems as if Michael was closest to Jermaine during the J5 era at least until Jermaine got married. I am sure Michael was close to Marlon as well since they were closest in age. Jackie and Tito were probably more like father figures in those days. However I believe as the others got married Michael became closest to little brother Randy. Michael said in Moonwalk that Randy looked up to him. Randy lived at home longer than the others and they became a powerful songwriting duo that wrote a lot of the songs for The Jacksons. Randy also helped Michael on his Off the wall demos. Katherine said in her autobiography that Michael was devastated when Randy moved in to his girlfriend. At this point Michael probably leaned more to Janet and La Toya. This is a quote from Katherine’s book:
“Until I read Michael’s autobiography I had no idea he considered Off the wall period one of the most trying in his life, a time when he felt so lonely and isolated that he’d walk around the neighborhood looking for someone to befriend…
Rebbie: Also, Michael was hurt by Randy’s decision to move out at that time. He and Randy were very close and did a lot of writing together.
Randy: After I moved out we stopped collaborating, which shook everybody up in the family. “Your such a great team!” they said. But for me it was a blessing in disguise. Looking back, I had depended on Michael a lot. He was “the singer”, and I felt that all I could do was play and arrange good music. I didn’t know that I could sing, too, because I hadn’t tested myself.”
My thoughts: During Michael’s toughest time, the trial, Michael clearly leaned towards Randy. Randy brought T. Mesereau in and he moved in to Neverland to be with Michael 24/7. I remember that La Toya acknowledged in an interview at the time that Randy was the one who Michael had turned to. This is what Michael said in a rare speech during the trial:
“MICHAEL JACKSON: I would like to thank the fans around the world for your love and your support, from every corner of the earth. My family has been very supportive, my brother, Randy, who’s been incredible. I want to thank the community of Santa Maria. I want to you know that I love the community of Santa Maria very much. It’s my community. I love the people. I will always love the people. My children were born in this community. My home is in this community. I will always love this community from the bottom of my heart. That’s why I moved here. Thank you very much.”
Michael also thanked his whole family on his box set The Ultimate Collection but he thanked Randy specifically. In the Ultimate Collection liner notes, Michael specifically said that he was honored to have Randy as his brother and that he loved him unconditionally.
It’s only normal in a big family like this that you can feel closer to one family member at one point in your life and to someone else in another phase of your life. Janet said she was closest to Michael when she grew up. She was also close to Marlon at one point I believe. Marlon produced some songs on her second record btw. However in 2008 she said she was closest to Jermaine at the time. I believe Michael was closest to Jermaine when he grew up because that’s what he said
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Answer by Mari C
I believe he was closest to La Toya Jackson.
Question: What do you think of my movie scene idea? POLL?
A character writes a book, “How I did It.” It details this person’s encounter with the Mafia and how he killed all of them. Earlier the same character kills the Mafia members that started with him. Another killing on a poor family happens, not related to the Mafia killing. The next day after the killing a detective is assigned to that case. Then she meets the serial killer known for his violent altercation with Mafia and reggaeton stars. She then reads a book. This is “Silence of the Lambs” in nature. She reads a book called “How I did it.” But this person she meets ain’t the enemy, he is like Hannibal Lecter. He’s gonna help the detective catch the Mafia members they’re looking for. It should be noted the serial killer is Puerto Rican. Hates reggaeton and wishes to see that music go to shit. This movie is gonna have a strong rap-laden soundtrack. And this creepy song too, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HA5HddJnbW8, will be used in the scene where the detective reads the book, and the creepiest part of the song will be played at the right time. There will be a picture drawing of a Mafia shooting–very creepy drawing–done the right way to outline an Italian flag at the same time–it’ll be like 2-page cover. It says “HOW I DID IT” on it with a box showing the Italian flag, but open that part, you see the picture it’s trying to hide–that drawing of the Mafia members–two men and one lady–being shoot. She then reads with chills, then a phone ring scares her.
There’s also strong references to the Antichrist–very unnerving.
But with help of two detectives, this young blonde, beautiful churchgoing (born and raised in South Carolina) lady will overcome her darkest fears and find the Mafia killer.
The Hannibal Lecter-like character in this movie will also have an altercation with Catherine Tramell in San Francisco, and fight her and fuck her up. And when she tries to pull the ice pick, the Hannibal Lecterish character will be the champion, and he’ll do the ice pick damage on her, saying, “You ain’t doing shit now.” His graphic murder will be the subject of another book.
Meanwhile, the young lady will find her way through the dark streets of Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, where the fictional Mafia family lives.
Also in “How I did it,” it features a drawing of two Puerto Rican punks–nicknamed Danny and L–hanging bleeding.
I will try to get my movie THX sound.
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Answer by Cookiz
Awesome! That’s so great! i wanted to be a writer when i go into college and my teacher thinks that i should start writing stories and books. That’s amazing!
Question: What do you think of this piece of writing?
She hated airports. More than anything in the world. Something about them being unsanitary. Even when I pointed out that public restrooms were always more disgusting than an airport, she’d only reply, “Yeah. But you can’t catch a cold from walking into a public restroom.”
“Hey. I’m really going to miss you.” I said, moving one hand from the steering wheel and placing it on the volume knob of the radio. I turned the dial towards me, and the music that had been playing fell silent. I placed my hand back onto the steering wheel. Glancing over at her, I noticed that she was fighting back tears. “Don’t cry; it’s only going to be for a month.”
She didn’t reply. I glanced at the traffic light above us. Red. All around us were cars filled with people off to their daily life. Of course there would be traffic the morning I had to leave. It wouldn’t be Chicago if there wasn’t traffic. I never minded traffic when she was with me. Usually, she’d talk to fill whatever silence that takes hold of the car, the one even the radio can’t fill, but she’d not said a word since last night.
“What’s bothering you? It can’t be the fact that I’m going to be in an airport. I know even you can’t hold a grudge for something as petty as that.” I said, tapping the gas petal as the light turned green. The car behind us honked. “Is it because I took the job before telling you? I thought you wanted me to always go after the jobs that came to me.”
Silence. I glanced over at her again. She was glancing out the window, her lips firmly planted on her open hand. Her elbow was awkwardly propped on the door, and her wavy blonde hair hung over her face.
I tried again. “Can you please say something? I’m going to be gone for a month.”
“I’m pregnant.”
I slammed on the breaks. Honks from agitated drivers all around me sounded off like war cries. “What?”
“Drive, Philip. You’re going to get into an accident if you do something like that again.”
I could sense the annoyance in her voice. I released the break and let my foot ease onto the gas petal. “You’re pregnant? When did you find out?”
“Last week. When you told me you were going to Hong Kong.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I didn’t want something like this to take away from you going halfway across the world. You’re going to be doing something amazing and important. If you decided to back out of the job because I told you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
I tried to speak but faltered. “I wouldn’t back out of the job.”
She didn’t say anything. I took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on her head, smoothing her hair. A few silent tear drops fell from her eyes.
“Don’t cry, Rach.” I whispered soothingly. “This is good news.”
“A few months ago, you would have given my money to go and get an abortion. You yourself said you weren’t ready for kids.” She replied.
“I may not have been ready for kids, but I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that much of an asshole.”
She fell silent again. “This is going to change everything.” She said after a few moments.
“Kids usually do.” I replied with a smirk. She shot a glare in my direction, wiping the smirk off my face.
“You’re not going to want to take jobs now because you’re worried about me. My agent isn’t going to want me to go on my scheduled book tour because he’ll be worried about me. And once the baby is born? We’re not going to have time for anything anymore.”
“I can take jobs around the house. There’s a lot of work for an architect of my experience. And, I’m sure Mark will still let you travel. He wants you to sell books.”
I pulled into a parking spot in the airport parking lot. Turning off the car, I turned to face her. She began to bite her lower lip as she looked at me. “Can we do this? Raise a kid?”
“Why not?” I said, reaching over and tucking her hair behind her ear. She smiled softly.
“Let’s get you into the airport. The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll be back.” She opened her door and hopped out of the car, running over to the hatch. I yanked the keys out of the ignition and opened my door, sliding out of my seat. Closing the door, I walked over to the hatch. I popped the key into the lock and turned, lifting the hatch door up. She grabbed my carry on as I grabbed my suitcase. As I closed the hatch, she walked over to her door and closed it. I tossed her the key and she caught it with ease. She locked the door and walked over to me. With one arm, I pulled my rolling suitcase behind me. With the other, I looped it around her shoulders, pulling her in closer to me. I could feel the tense feeling in her body dissipate.
We made our way over to the doors, watching as people passed by us without a care in the world. As I let go of her shoulder and took the carry on from her hands, she threw her arms around me, burying her face into my chest. My arms wrapped around her, one hand finding the back of her head. I stroked her hair softly as she cried into my chest.
She pulled away after a few minutes, her makeup s
She pulled away after a few minutes, her makeup smeared and her face blotchy from crying. She never looked so beautiful. “I can’t go in any further. Airport security and all that shit.”
“I know.” I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. She kissed me back with passion and need, not letting me go. Behind me, I heard someone scoff. She must have heard it as well, for she pulled away a moment later.
“Don’t forget to write me everyday. And call at least once a week. I don’t want to have to miss your voice too much.”
“I won’t. I love you, Rachel.”
“I love you too, Philip. Watch out for sick people. Airports are filled with them!” I smiled at her warning as we parted ways, her going back to the car, and myself into the airport.
“Good, but the part where she says she didn’t want to stop him from taking the job is slightly unbelievable…”
I believe that she’s sort of just covering all her bases, in that aspect. Maybe she’s worried that he won’t want to go because he doesn’t want her to miscarry? Or something to that affect.
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Answer by flyaway
OMFG! That was truly amazing. When I first started reading this I thought it was going to be some boring bull ** but when I started reading it more it was very great! You should SO write more. 
Question: What think you of the first part of my story? Comments/criticisms?
“The usual, Mr. Michaels?”
“Yes, thank you.” Erik Michaels, a trim, dark-haired journalist of twenty-four, was a creature of habit. He came to the same coffee shop every Friday morning at 7:15 to work on his latest article, and always ordered the same thing.
“Here you are, Mr. Michaels.” Taylor, the employee, smiled as he handed Erik his double latte and cinnamon bagel. Taylor had worked the morning shift for almost two years now, and he always had Erik’s order ready just as he came in the door.
Erik smiled back and thanked the boy before heading to his usual table in near the back of the shop. Suddenly, he stopped short. Sitting in Erik’s spot was a young man with white-blonde hair, who was casually reading a book and sipping an espresso.
“Can I help you?” he asked, glancing up.
Erik realized he had been staring at the man for the last thirty seconds.
“Oh, no, er, I’m terribly sorry”, he stammered, embarrassed. It was totally unreasonable for him to be upset over someone sitting in his regular spot, he told himself. Flustered, he went and settled himself at the table next to his usual one. He pulled out his laptop and got to work. As he typed up an article about the upcoming city-wide music festival, his eyes kept wandering over to the man who was sitting in his regular spot. Time and time again he tried to glue his eyes to his computer screen, until the other man met his glance, and smiled.
“Would you like to come and sit down?” The blonde man asked before Erik could force his eyes away again.
“What?”
“Er, I mean, I thought you kept glancing over here, so I thought maybe you’d like to…” his voice trailed off as his pale face flushed red.
“No, no, er, sure, I would!” Erik closed his laptop and gathered up his things before moving to sit in the chair across from the stranger, who was smiling shyly.
“I’m Erik Michaels”, Erik introduced himself, extending his hand.
“Jamison Hertz”, the other said, taking it. Erik was surprised at the feminine softness of the hand, and then suddenly noticed that its nails were polished black. Seeing that he’d noticed, Jamison blushed again and quickly withdrew his hand.
“Forgot to take it off”, he mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
Erik decided not to ask. “So…,” Erik was unsure of how to start a conversation with a complete stranger.
“Let me help”, Jamison smiled, “I’m not new in town, and I don’t come here often. This is actually the first time I’ve been in this part of town- I recently changed addresses, you see.”
“Oh, yes, thanks… I’m not good at meeting people, really…” Erik glanced at the book. “What’s that you’re reading?”
“Oh, it’s Gregory McGuire. Wicked.”
“The musical?”
“That’s what I thought”, Jamison nodded, “And I guess that’s where Schwartz got the idea, but the novel is very different- much darker, highly political, and rather graphic.”
“Interesting. Maybe I’ll take a look at it sometime. I’m a writer myself.”
“Really? Do you write for a living?”
“You could say that. I’m a journalist, so I do write, but not always about what I want to.”
“That’s not bad at all. You have to start somewhere.”
“And yourself?”
Jamison looked a bit uncomfortable. “I’m, er, currently between jobs. I worked for a record company- kind of just running everyone’s errands, you know. Then the company started having trouble, you know, and well, I got laid off.”
“Oh, gee, I’m really sorry.”
Jamison shrugged. “The recession, it’s been happening to a lot of people. I’m sure I’ll get back on my feet soon.”
“What is it that you really want to do?”
Jamison sighed, “I’m a concert pianist. I want to play- but I can’t find work for that. I can’t even get a teaching job.
“That’s rough, Jamison, I’m so sorry. I guess I’m lucky to be holding onto the job I have.”
Jamison nodded. “But enough about my work woes”, he said, smiling again, “So where are you from?”
As the conversation continued, Erik felt more and more comfortable. He liked Jamison’s sparkling green eyes, his easy smile, his genuine aura. He was effortless to talk to- Erik found out that Jamison was from Wyoming and a family of seven kids. His mother had been a music teacher at local elementary school, and he’d picked up his love of music from her. He’d moved to town five years ago looking for work, and had had trouble from the start.
“This city seems like a good fit for me”, he said, “If I can just find a way to do what I love. I know I will, eventually, I just need to keep trying.”
Erik was impressed by Jamison’s perseverance. “I wish I was strong like that.” he said, half to himself.
Suddenly, an alarm on Jamison’s phone went off. He gasped. “Oh, wow, I’m supposed to be at an interview in fifteen minutes! I’m- I’m sorry Erik, I have to go!” He began to frantically gather up his things.
“Hey, um, are you doing anything tonight? Because, well, um, if you aren’t-”
“No, sorry, I- I work tonight.”
“But you said-”
“I really have to go. Call me!”
“But-” It was too late. Jamison had rushed out the
…door.
It cut off the last word. Probably too long…
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Answer by xM3lissa
that was really good, you should write more, i would read it
Question: What do you think of music education at the moment?
I have a little idea, that once students can read music, they should be taught theory by learning about renaissance modes, and the musical concepts of the renaissance. (Like learning intervals not chords.) I think doing this would make learning harmony, and dissonance so much easier. (Once they had got the basics of this, then they could start working on the ideas put in place in the 18th century)
(I just finished reading a book “16th century counterpoint,” and now I get it!)
But that is just my idea, so what are your thought on the matter?
Yeah, I borrowed it from the conservatory. I will look it up for you.
Damn I cant find it… but it is definitely a book with the title “16th Century Counterpoint,” it is enormous, and quite old. (Pre 1970′s at least)
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Answer by i. jones
My thoughts are that you are getting a far better music education down their in Australia than we are in the US.
Interval training is far superior to just learning chords as I’ve seen them taught. I like the idea of training on modes, though 99% of what will ever be used are Ionian, Aeolian and Dorian modes.
Care to send me some info on the book? Author, publisher, etc. Thanks.
Q&A: What think you of the first part of my story? Comments/criticism would be great!?
Question: What think you of the first part of my story? Comments/criticism would be great!?
“The usual, Mr. Michaels?”
“Yes, thank you.” Erik Michaels, a trim, dark-haired journalist of twenty-four, was a creature of habit. He came to the same coffee shop every Friday morning at 7:15 to work on his latest article, and always ordered the same thing.
“Here you are, Mr. Michaels.” Taylor, the employee, smiled as he handed Erik his double latte and cinnamon bagel. Taylor had worked the morning shift for almost two years now, and he always had Erik’s order ready just as he came in the door.
Erik smiled back and thanked the boy before heading to his usual table in near the back of the shop. Suddenly, he stopped short. Sitting in Erik’s spot was a young man with white-blonde hair, who was casually reading a book and sipping an espresso.
“Can I help you?” he asked, glancing up.
Erik realized he had been staring at the man for the last thirty seconds.
“Oh, no, er, I’m terribly sorry”, he stammered, embarrassed. It was totally unreasonable for him to be upset over someone sitting in his regular spot, he told himself. Flustered, he went and settled himself at the table next to his usual one. He pulled out his laptop and got to work. As he typed up an article about the upcoming city-wide music festival, his eyes kept wandering over to the man who was sitting in his regular spot. Time and time again he tried to glue his eyes to his computer screen, until the other man met his glance, and smiled.
“Would you like to come and sit down?” The blonde man asked before Erik could force his eyes away again.
“What?”
“Er, I mean, I thought you kept glancing over here, so I thought maybe you’d like to…” his voice trailed off as his pale face flushed red.
“No, no, er, sure, I would!” Erik closed his laptop and gathered up his things before moving to sit in the chair across from the stranger, who was smiling shyly.
“I’m Erik Michaels”, Erik introduced himself, extending his hand.
“Jamison Hertz”, the other said, taking it. Erik was surprised at the feminine softness of the hand, and then suddenly noticed that its nails were polished black. Seeing that he’d noticed, Jamison blushed again and quickly withdrew his hand.
“Forgot to take it off”, he mumbled, clearly embarrassed.
Erik decided not to ask. “So…,” Erik was unsure of how to start a conversation with a complete stranger.
“Let me help”, Jamison smiled, “I’m not new in town, and I don’t come here often. This is actually the first time I’ve been in this part of town- I recently changed addresses, you see.”
“Oh, yes, thanks… I’m not good at meeting people, really…” Erik glanced at the book. “What’s that you’re reading?”
“Oh, it’s Gregory McGuire. Wicked.”
“The musical?”
“That’s what I thought”, Jamison nodded, “And I guess that’s where Schwartz got the idea, but the novel is very different- much darker, highly political, and rather graphic.”
“Interesting. Maybe I’ll take a look at it sometime. I’m a writer myself.”
“Really? Do you write for a living?”
“You could say that. I’m a journalist, so I do write, but not always about what I want to.”
“That’s not bad at all. You have to start somewhere.”
“And yourself?”
Jamison looked a bit uncomfortable. “I’m, er, currently between jobs. I worked for a record company- kind of just running everyone’s errands, you know. Then the company started having trouble, you know, and well, I got laid off.”
“Oh, gee, I’m really sorry.”
Jamison shrugged. “The recession, it’s been happening to a lot of people. I’m sure I’ll get back on my feet soon.”
“What is it that you really want to do?”
Jamison sighed, “I’m a concert pianist. I want to play- but I can’t find work for that. I can’t even get a teaching job.
“That’s rough, Jamison, I’m so sorry. I guess I’m lucky to be holding onto the job I have.”
Jamison nodded. “But enough about my work woes”, he said, smiling again, “So where are you from?”
As the conversation continued, Erik felt more and more comfortable. He liked Jamison’s sparkling green eyes, his easy smile, his genuine aura. He was effortless to talk to- Erik found out that Jamison was from Wyoming and a family of seven kids. His mother had been a music teacher at local elementary school, and he’d picked up his love of music from her. He’d moved to town five years ago looking for work, and had had trouble from the start.
“This city seems like a good fit for me”, he said, “If I can just find a way to do what I love. I know I will, eventually, I just need to keep trying.”
Erik was impressed by Jamison’s perseverance. “I wish I was strong like that.” he said, half to himself.
Suddenly, an alarm on Jamison’s phone went off. He gasped. “Oh, wow, I’m supposed to be at an interview in fifteen minutes! I’m- I’m sorry Erik, I have to go!” He began to frantically gather up his things.
“Hey, um, are you doing anything tonight? Because, well, um, if you aren’t-”
“No, sorry, I- I work tonight.”
“But you said-”
“I really have to go. Call me!”
“But-” It was too late. Jamison had rushed out the
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Answer by rockstar080790
you need a better attention grabber.
“the usual, mr. michaels?” isn’t very interesting
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