School is uneventful. As always. There's the usual boring lectures, the dreading of passed back papers, the annoying guy that sits next to you. (COUGH! COUGH! GREG!)
After school, however, I had plans. We had a project coming up on careers, and I was interviewing Aunt Monica at her restaurant. Greg walks me down the streets, joking and laughing along the way. Once we get to Javu, Greg drops me off and gives me his signature two finger salute.
I walk through the back doors. "Hey Aunt Monica!"
She looks away from her pot. "Hi, Emma! Just give me a second and we can start with the questions."
One of her workers bristles past me. "Monica! I need the dish!"
"JUST GIVE ME A SECOND! DON'T RUSH ME!" She yells. "I JUST HAVE THREE MORE MINUTES UNTIL THE CLAM CHOWDER IS READY!" She turns to the rest of her employees. "I don't care! I did not yell! I am not putting a quarter in the jar!" These are not the author's original words. These are the words of a writer of the show.
"Hey Uncle Joey!" The door to his apartment swings open.
"Hey Emma! Come for a poster?" He chugs his milk straight from the carton.
I laugh. "No, but I did come for a favor. Do you mind answering some questions about being an actor?"
He burps loudly. "Not at all. Ask away."
A woman wearing nothing but a long t-shirt emerges from his bedroom. "Joey! When are you coming back?"
I pretend to vomit. "Okay, I'm just gonna go now. Good luck with...that." I back up to the door and exit the apartment.
"Excuse me, do you know where I can find Chandler Bing?" I ask the receptionist.
"I'm sorry, he's in a meeting right now," She says without looking up. "Besides, I am not authorized to give out that information."
"Can you at least tell me when he's out?"
"I am not authorized to give out that infor-"
I scowl. "I do not care! If I do not get ahold of him, that just leaves Aunt Phoebe! She does not have a very interesting job! I think her job is the only one almost as boring as Chandler's! Let me contact him!"
I was eventually thrown out of his office for disruption purposes.
I trudged down the street towards Aunt Phoebe's massage place. This would not be an interesting interview.
It didn't take me long to find Aunt Phoebe. She had just finished up a massage.
"Okay. What do you want to ask?"
"Question 1. What made you want to go into massaging?"
She taps her chin. "Well, after my mom killed herself and my stepdad went to prison, I was your age when I lived in the streets. After a while, I got a job at Healing Hands, before I got fired. I just stuck with the art, I guess."
"Question 2. What is the most interesting thing you've seen/done on the job?"
"Ooh, that's a tough one. I'd have to say, the time I bit the butt of a super hot client."
I wanted details. "How hot was he?"
"Like an animal!" She giggles. "We ended up making out, and that's how I got fired!"
It ended up being a great interview.
Hey, it's the author! I just wanted to say, if you didn't already, please check out my new story, Cumulonimbus! It would mean a lot to me! I want it to maybe someday become a legit book, so if you could just read it, or even vote on it, that'd be great! Bieee!
