At the end of the evening I had listened to every song on their album ‘Bad Blood’ at least twice. I was slightly hooked. The lead singer had an amazing voice, so soulful and deep. The way he enunciated his words in that delicious British accent made the songs all the more enticing.
I walked into work the following morning singing ‘Things We Lost in the Fire’ under my breath. Gees, I couldn’t believe how much I liked this band. I rushed around to get Mr Jackson’s coffee. I was an upcoming journalist, with a degree behind my name, who wrote a literature column thrice a week for a daily newspaper. Mostly I ran errands and got the coffee for the editors and Mr Jackson, the editor in chief. This was not exactly where I saw myself for the next ten years. I busied myself with finishing my column for my deadline tomorrow. I had been focusing on Mythology for these past few weeks and I had almost completed my article when David Rancid stuck his head out of his door and called me into his office. If anyone’s last name could describe them perfectly it was him. He was short, fat and balding, and hit on me every chance he got. For the sake of my job I made my way to his office, straightening my skirt and faking a smile before entering. “Yes, Mr Rancid?” I said, taking more pleasure in saying that name than I should have. After the usual string of inappropriate compliments and lewd suggestions I was finally able to excuse myself and return to my desk.
“How was work?” Courtney asked as soon as I stepped into the apartment. “Same old, same old” I shrugged and sat down next to her on the sofa. She cocked her head at me and said, “Oh hell no, babe we’re going shopping!” I was beat. I had no intention of going out shopping, even though it was only four thirty and I told Courtney this, but as usual my protests fell on deaf ears. I was dragged to the mall, and emerged three hours later with a slinky black dress, gorgeous metallic heels and a dent in my wallet. Naturally, Court had several bags of her own and was going to drive me crazy on Friday night when she couldn’t decide what to wear.
Wednesday and Thursday passed by in a wave of work, Courtney and low budget made-for-TV movies. I needed a life.
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