"Huh?" Krystal said, taking off her headphones and looking up. Standing there with an annoyed look was Mr. Townsin. This was the second time this had happened and Krystal only had one more strike before she was fired. She was worried out of her mind about stepping outside and being shot. Last two days have really gotten to her, the only thing that calmed her down was writing songs. She was good at staying calm but song writing was a way to release her stress. Putting what she felt into her lyrics and making a melody in her head to go with it.
"Get your butt out there!" Mr. Townsin said," Rush Hour is upon us."
"Yes sir," She quickly answered, getting up from the break room table. Yeesh, get it together Krystal! She thought, quickly walking to her work locker.
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"Krystal," Becca said.
"Yeah?"
"Two tables in the back,"
"Got it." She replied, This work day will kill me before that assassin does. "Ms. Cane," Tyrone said," Over here." He sat in the booth by the window, an odd change to his usual spot in the middle of Starbucks. Quickly walking over, Krystal said," Ty, this really isn't a good time. It's rush hour and I'm extremely busy,"
"Alright, I'll wait. When are you leaving?"
"At six,"
"I'll wait," Krystal's eyebrows creased," Are you sure? It's only one in the afternoon."
"I'm sure Ms.Cane."
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Krystal and Tyrone walked through Manhattan, unsurprised at the barely filled streets and sidewalks.
"Why'd you come so late?" Krystal asked. "Well, I wanted to give you a tip about the boss." He answered, looking straight at her. Krystal's eyebrows creased," You do know that I have no experience in killing or fighting right."
"Your conscious mind doesn't but your subconscious mind does. A lot more than me for that matter." Krystal rolled her eyes making Tyrone chuckle before he said," She always traveled in a white, Phantom Rolls Royce with a golden exterior. Golden, polished rims, breast plate and grill. Usually stationed at some studio, I forgot the name. But the breast plate had the words MadDog on it."
"Front or back?"
"Back."
"That's helpful."
"You'd be surprised at how many times I'd seen that car around Manhattan. But incase you do decide to go after her, let me know."
"Okay...thanks Ty. For, y'know, walking me home."
"Always a pleasure Ms. Kane." He replied, with a bow. She laughed as she walked into the apartment building. Tyrone chuckled, playfully shaking his head. Krystal's short heeled boots hitting the ground as she sung," You're gonna be wishin' for me
Oh woah oh,
For me, for me, for me, for me, for me yeah, yeah,"
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Her voice echoed down the hallway, Tyrone smiled as he walked away.
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Krystal laid on her bed, staring at the blank page of her journal. Alone in the apartment since Joseph was looking for photographer opportunities around New York. In her comfortable night gown with a red fountain pen in hand that wrote in gold ink. Super Woman by Karyn White from her record player filled the apartment. She had the record 80's & 90's Music: Volume One (So Far) playing. Whenever Krystal was in the mood of writing, drawing or song writing, she always had music plying loudly. No matter how loud it was, it always helped her think or kept her calm. Especially with all this chaos that had befallen Krystal Angel Cane.
She bit her lip, the quartz heart beginning to glow.
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In clean, curved and neat cursive, she wrote,
October 24, 1995
Tuesday
These past few days have been extremely odd but it's not the way things have went, it's more so the people around me. Everyone is knows something I don't and for some reason, one name keeps coming up. Mariah Carey. I don't know why but it always does and everyone seems to be expecting something of me. They expect me to remember something and I don't remember or don't know what it is. But I can remember the exact day this whole thing started.
October 15, 1995
Sunday
So, I was driving to the store with Joseph in the car. Someday by Mariah Carey come on and I started bopping my head. Come on, it was catchy and had a good beat.
With no control over my own mouth, I start singing.
No one you'll find will ever be
Closer to all your dreams than me
Believing the grass would be greener
For some reason, I can now remember how the entire song goes. But the crazy thing about it is, I've never heard that song before...Joseph said I probably memorized it because he played her debut album so much. I tried to believe him but something wasn't right. I knew he was lying but I guess it was for the better. One thing that shocked me the most was the moment I met Tyrone's brother, Salem Vensing.
October 21, 1995
Saturday
Tyrone invited me over to his place to meet his brother. As Salem shook my hand, I noticed the small flicker of recognition in his dark purple eyes. As if he'd seen me from somewhere else, I just met him that day, how could he have seen me before? I've never seen him until that Saturday...Whatever, I'm just worried about being shot up and acting clueless for the dear life of me...Hope to be writing and alive tomorrow. Krystal picked up her pink metallic fountain pen and wrote,
If you be-lieve with-in your soul,
Just hold on tight and don't let go
You can make it!
Make it happen
You're gonna make it happen
-Krystal Angel Cane
Wish me luck,
Krystal sighed, raking a hand through her hair and made her voice raspy as she said," Oh god, I'm gonna need more than luck to do this."
