"Who wouldn't want you?" I asked as a blush slipped on my cheek. I watched her as she sat on the bed with her white pink robe across her body. her hair was wet from a shower
She looked at me and gave me a small smile, the cigarette and her hands be...
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𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘊𝘏 6. 1954 00.01
"Who doesn't like A little Disco?"
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A woman stood in front of a grand audience as she was styled with a short white dress, her hair was short straight fitted as it only came down to the size of her neck, either way she was beauty in some eyes as she was seat her hips side to side.
A slow jazz played upon her, a rhythm of a bass going in and out awaiting for her perfect toned voice to match it's own. "Its not unusual to be loved by anyone, its not unusual to have fun with anyone." She sanged into the mic the jazz hummed along with a pattern. The song was curiously something but it sounded of something when it was slowed.
"But when I see hanging about without anyone, its not unusual to see me cry, I wanna die." Her deep voice creeped making the song become volume, people were relaxed when hearing the woman and her singing, but paying the minus attention of it. Their heads were nodding her some of their mouths moved when having conversation person beside them Someone of most who was a foreign music producer named joe DiMaggio.
A man of expanding power. He didn't know what brought him to the bar that late night, or maybe he did, hell he was drunk that he barely could remember all the details. He had a fight with his wife he was terribly wronged in the situation, a acussed of his sinful past with women from his work place. He was angry at much so much that he left his wife at home and came to a nightclub to drink his anger away.
Joe was acomppained by two friends, one captiving lawyer who he used to be friend with college, his name was Marcus smith. The other friend who was beside marcus was named Conrad Lennox a attendant who worked beside joe with his label. Joe consider the two friends of his, the two of his back wing to keep hin going when he was drainning in his misery.
"If should ever wanna be love anyone, it's unusual it happens everyday not matter what they say, you find it happens all the time, love will never do what you want it to," the jazz boomed out and out within words the girl vocal led stained, she leaned her microphone closer as began snapping her fingers.
"Why can this crazy love mine." The woman echoed a high pitched as it was more higher then the tone she kept with the song. The beautiful caught the eye of one man out of the three who sat a littl further in the back, Marcus was one of them as he finally paid attention to the woman.
Marcus was amazed. His friends talked but his view was focused on the woman with skinny curves. "Marcus, are you even listening boy?" Questioned conrad asked as he noticed that his almond brown eyes were staring foward rather to his distress pal.
"Sorry." Marcus whispered as he took his eyed off the beautiful woman who caught his eyes. "Sorry mate. You're right in this very darn state, but you need to go home and try apologizing." Uttered marcus as he kept his focus on the really important thing him and his friends had going on.
