I tap my foot on the floor.
The same happy man sat In front of me in a tiny room.
"I'm slightly confused..."
He began, reaching down to the table and picking up his cup of coffee.
I shrug
"You were aware of the crimes at all times yes?"
I nod, noticing a tiny freckle on my thumb I hadn't noticed before.
"You do know that makes you an accomplice correct?"
I nod, earning a slight nod from the man.
He stands up, nodding to the other man standing behind me.
I can't contain myself anymore.
I break down into laughter, wheezing and snorting like a pig.
The man looks at me.
"Are you o-"
I nod, calming down a bit and standing up.
Both men pause for a moment.
I snap my fingers.
"Come on! You've got a dangerous criminal here that needs to be contained!"
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The tv in the waiting room randomly switches channels.
I see a quick flash of Chris Jackson kneeling on the Hamilton stage.
"Wait stop!"
I shout at the woman flipping channels.
She flinches and stops pressing the buttons.
In the bottom corner, a little logo lays at the bottom.
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I turn to the woman, ignoring the sound and light coming from the screen.
"What is going on?"
Her eyes light up.
"Oh you didn't hear?"
I avoid rolling my eyes and just shake my head.
"The Hamilton casts are having a fundraiser event for gun violence. I love Hamilton. Have you heard of it?"
I force a smile.
"Yes. It's great."
She giggled and trotted away to another room.
"It's great."
YOU ARE READING
City Of Dreams
General FictionSequel to New York- Where Dreams are Made Charlotte struggles to remain on top of everything. With all the problems and stress, she tries to hold it together. She tries to finish what she came to do. She tries to make her dreams come true. But...
