_
"𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?"
"𝚈𝚘, 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊? 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞."
"𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊?"
"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑.. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝?"
"𝙽𝚘.. 𝙸... 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕.. 𝚂𝚘.. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?"
"𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎."
"𝚆𝚘𝚊𝚑, 𝚠𝚘𝚊𝚑, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝙾𝙺? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎.. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎.. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?"
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸.. 𝚆𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.. 𝙵𝚘𝚛.. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑.. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚘, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, '𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎. 𝙼𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍.. 𝙸.. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊.. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝! 𝙽𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙾𝙺. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎?!"
"𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍, 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝙾𝙺. 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝙾𝙺. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝙾𝙺. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝙾𝙺. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚆𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞."
"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙.."
"𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚍."
"....."
"𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝!"
YOU ARE READING
Swing Hotline
Romance"Money, fame, hoes. Can get you anything you want, except for happiness."
