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V

July, 1970

A few months went by and I was starting to look for Jobs, Vicky started working a part time job as a bartender at the bar we usually go to where the band plays. Ashleys going to university with a Major in English, so I felt like I wasn't doing much, just lying around, unemployed. So I applied to a few Jobs.

I haven't heard a word from any of the Jobs I've applied to, which was kind of worrying me. Not that any of the Jobs we're going to be permanent but I still needed to make money and do something with my life, since University didn't interest me.

Freddie had introduced us to Mary last month when she got back from a visit to her friend, we met up a few times and started becoming friends.

I was currently at lunch with Ashley, Vicky and Mary, they were talking about their Jobs and schools and I didn't have much say in the conversation, so I just zoned out and started thinking about what I even wanted to do with my life.

Ashley leaned over and started snapping her fingers in my face when I was staring at the floor. "You still here?" she asked, sitting back down. I nodded, absent-mindedly.

The topic moved to relationships but that was mainly between Mary and Ashley. Ashley had been dating Brian for two months, so far it's been going good between them. Mary and Freddie have been dating for over a year and Vicky and I are still single.

After lunch I went back to the flat, Ashley decided to go visit Brian and Vicky went shopping with Mary. They asked if i wanted to come but I decided to decline so I could wait around in anticipation by the telephone.

I was getting really bored after just a few minutes so I started looking out stuff in my drawers. I found multiple stuff like a paddle ball that I played around with for a few minutes before getting bored again, I started trying on old clothes or just looking at them before I found a book. It was a book I used to write songs in. I picked up the book and walked into the living room with it, leaving my room a complete riot.

I sat down on the couch and started to read and memorize the sound of how the lyrics went. I cringed at some of the songs I wrote when I was 14 but there was some good songs. I suddenly had an urge to write a song again, I hadn't written one since I was 16.

I ran into my room and picked up my brown acoustic guitar and brought it in the living room. I started plucking some chords to see what tune I liked. It wasn't the easiest thing, since I forgot some chords. I had no idea what words to write down but I just started thinking and then what would rhyme.

Before I knew it I had finished the first verse and the chorus. I had an idea of the second verse but my wrists were hurting from writing and plucking so I took a break and put my guitar away for now.

A few minutes passed of me just replaying the song I had written, when the telephone rang. I jumped up and answered it, nervously.

It was about a job as a waitress at a restaurant. Declined. Half an hour later it was a job as a cashier worker. No longer hiring. The next job was the last one. Not my dream job but it sounded peaceful, and it still paid money. A flower shop assistant. It sounded a little boring but it was the last place I applied for.

The 23 year old woman owns who owns the shop wouldnt stop talking about how great it is to work there and how peaceful and blah blah blah like just tell me if i got the fucking job or not.

After she was finally done talking about what it's like working there she informed me that I'd start work this Monday. I would be a little excited but all I wanted to do in this moment was either go deaf or get that 30 minutes of my life back I spent wasting on listening and zoning out of her non-stop talking.