Dead Baby Kickball

Chapter One

   "Em! I need that article on my desk by tomorrow!" Cal said, quickly walking by my private cubicle. I could tell he was in a pretty big hurry. "Okay, I'll get right on that!" I called back, shifting in my seat and itching the bun in the back of my head, being held up by a pencil. It was during the summer and the building's air conditioning unit was broken. My black and red bangs clung to my moist forehead as I began typing away on my keyboard. 

    Do forgive my manners. I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Emily. Emily Rocha. I'm nineteen years of age, and living out my dream as a journalist in Los Angeles for the biggest Rock music magazine, By Proxy. I do a lot, though. I've done a few interviews when no one else was available. When I'm not at work, I sing for a band called Arsenic Melody, with my two best friends, Alexus and Penelope. We're getting pretty big in the local community. 

    "Em!" Someone called fro behind me. I spun reluctantly and saw Cal again, hurrying toward me. He wore a brown buisness suit with the jacket open, sleeves rolled up to reveal his many colorful arm tattoos, Red blue and Yellow mixed in with a lot of black sprawled across his arm. "Em, Blaine called in sick today, I really need you to do me a favor." He pleaded, growing closer to me. 

   "Oh? Cal, you know I've gotta get this report done, It's very very impor-"

"Emily, I swear if you do this one little favor for me,  I'll drop the article all together," He dropped to his knees in front of me and dramatically took my had in both of his. "please..." He pleaded. I laughed and blushed a bit as all heads in the work place turned and stared at the scene behind my desk. "Fine..." I giggled. "YES!" he jumped up and hugged me tightly. "I knew you'd say yes! You've made me the happiest man on earth! WE SHALL BE MARRIED COME AUTUMN!" he cried. 

   A heard a few people chuckle as they resumed their normal daily activities. "Cal, you haven't even told me what the favor was, I don't think now is a time for jokes." I said, smiling. "Oh! Right. I asked you because I know how much you like interviewing band members and such." 

"Who is it?"

"Do you know the band  Out to Sea?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I contained my extreme emotional out pour of how much I loved that band that I usually fed to people who mentioned them. "Of course I have, Cal. So, I'm interveiwing which member?" I asked. Cal got a thoughful look on his face and snapped his fingers. "The singer... dude... guy..."

"Blake Tracey?" I asked, feeling my heart begin to flutter. I'd had a fangirl crush on him since I'd first heard the band in ninth grade. "Yes! That one!"  he exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, showing a sign of victory. I giggled. "Don't worry, Cal. I'll get right on that." 

"Great! Blaine left a copy of the questions he was supposed to ask on his desk. All you've gotta do is show up, ask the questions he typed up, and that's it. be at the venue in exactly one hour." 

   After that, Cal turned and waltzed back into his office. One hour... Shit... "Well, well, well. Look who gets to interview her favorite member of her favorite band." Faye giggled, popping up from seemingly nowhere. "Oh, hush." I said, smiling and grabbing my bag from next to me. Faye was one of my good friends. She and i were the first girls Cal employed when he first started the magazine a few years ago. 

    "Don't run off and fall in love with him, Emily. You know how his rockstar attitude gets..." She said, crossing her arms on the top of my cubicle wall, her beautiful accent trailing away with her voice. See, Faye was originally born in Africa, adopted when she was three. she had the most beautiful, flawless dark skin I had ever seen, and the curliest black hair with purple streaks. I rolled my eyes at her, smiling. "Love, my Dear, is a fairytale. Fiction. Non existent. Fa-"

"Alright, we got the picture! Jeez." she said, tossing her hands back. "Besides... If you're to fall in love with anyone, it'll be Cal..." she said, smirking.

   "Haha, no. Cal and I wouldn't work out, Hun. Anyway, can you do me a favor and go into Blaine's office and grab the directions to the venue and the interview questions? They're-"

"yeah, Yeah. on his desk, I know. I was eavesdropping on your conversation, Lady." she said, walking off to Blain'es office.