I knocked on the large door and waited for her to open it. I didn't get the point of meeting here THEN going to the mall. The thought of Duncan made my blood boil. I don't know how this is gonna work. After that 3 Sekunde thought, the short but pretty brunette girl I call my best friend opened up the door. She smiled then looked at my hair, "You're gonna go to the auditions and meet hot guys looking like THAT?" Then she grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs.
"This outta work," she beamed, grabbing the straight iron and the hair brush and took a lock of my long blonde hair.
"How long is this gonna take? I don't wanna be last. I wanna get this over with so I can spend the rest of my Saturday doing what I've planned to do," I spoke up, wincing as she pulled my hair with the brush.
"We just have to do a video interview and we're good."
"Why can't we just do it on our own?"
She rolled her eyes as she straightened the last part of my hair. "Because, we could get a great public impression. In other words, try not to be stubborn. And Von "plans" do Du mean Lesen that oversized book Du carry around everywhere?"
"Maybe..."
She laughed and handed me a mirror. "See, you're gorgeous. Du should really let me do your hair Mehr often."
I stuck my tounge out and she laughed. I grabbed my keys off of her dresser, "ready?"
"Y'know it," she beamed and ran past me down the stairs to my car" I sighed and followed her, getting the keys from my pocket and soon enough we were pulling out of the stone driveway onto the main street. This was gonna be a long day...
"This outta work," she beamed, grabbing the straight iron and the hair brush and took a lock of my long blonde hair.
"How long is this gonna take? I don't wanna be last. I wanna get this over with so I can spend the rest of my Saturday doing what I've planned to do," I spoke up, wincing as she pulled my hair with the brush.
"We just have to do a video interview and we're good."
"Why can't we just do it on our own?"
She rolled her eyes as she straightened the last part of my hair. "Because, we could get a great public impression. In other words, try not to be stubborn. And Von "plans" do Du mean Lesen that oversized book Du carry around everywhere?"
"Maybe..."
She laughed and handed me a mirror. "See, you're gorgeous. Du should really let me do your hair Mehr often."
I stuck my tounge out and she laughed. I grabbed my keys off of her dresser, "ready?"
"Y'know it," she beamed and ran past me down the stairs to my car" I sighed and followed her, getting the keys from my pocket and soon enough we were pulling out of the stone driveway onto the main street. This was gonna be a long day...
There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired Von Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired Von Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)