11:30 PM.
Dammit. I've got the deadline for my spread on blues artists in TWO DAYS. How the hell am I supposed to get it done? I don't even like blues music. This job is just yanking me down. I want to write novels and have total control over what I put in the stories. Ugh. And the worst part is that I don't even get paid as much as I thought I would. I don't have the time to write novels. This job has me working 24/7. Jeez. I need a miracle. Damn phone is ringing .
" Hello?" I say with my groggy voice.
" Mags. It's Laura."
I shot up with energy. " Oh good. " I said relieved ." Laura , you've GOT to help me. That Blues spread is due Thursday ! I don't know what the hell i'm going to do!"
" Oh. Maggie . I don't know who you could interview ." She said with sadness.I sighed. " Wait! " I heard rustling of papers on the other line.
" Laura! What ! What are you doing?" I said with urgency.
" A-ha! I've got a whole agenda of upcoming parties and who could be attending."
" Laura , you're a lifesa-wait. How do you have an agenda of parties?"
" Ah- Pam Haven in Editing did an interview with Bob Dylan and ended up starting these parties and- you know what? Not important. Look, tomorrow night there is a party at The Fountain Venue on 5th and 3rd. Get there at 8 and you got yourself an interview ."
" Oh great! Oh, who am I interviewing ?" I said with curiosity.
" Oh uh....it is uh, Mick Jagger."
Mick Jagger? Only thing I've seen of him is those horribly thick lips. They are like two fat worms sitting on top of each other.
" Mick Jagger?" I said of amusement. " You've gotta be kidding me."
" I'm not. Now go there TOMORROW and interview him. Put it on paper with your magic touch. Then give it to Keieger before Thursday so he doesn't beat our asses!"
I laughed while moving my head off my hand. " Thanks Laura. Wait- you called me remember ? What were you calling me for? "
" Oh- I just wanted to tell you I have a date with a guy I met at this party the other night. I was thinking of bringing him to a romantic dinner and then going back to my place...."
" Nice Laura . Now, I gotta go." I said laughing ." I'll see ya, bye."
I spun around in my chair and looked across the New York skyline. I put my face in my hands and laid back in my chair.
What the hell am I going to wear?
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Sympathy For the Devil
Fanfic1965.Margaret Falpin is 20 years old and is trying to make a name for herself . Writer for the New York-based music magazine , Red Glam, she interviews many music artists. Having no interest in any modern music makes her job a little difficult . He...
