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Moving from the café with his coffee and paper in hand he folded it up under his arm and took his keys out from his pocket and unlocked his car, moving in his placed his coffee into the cup holder and the paper to his side. It was time from him to take his leave and head to work, with a new movie star –wanna-be now going to be placed in his hands he wasn’t looking up to this.
Placing his car into drive he moved out from the parking lot and out on to the road. As he pasted the mass of people walking and the over amount of yellow cabs he made his way to work on time like always. Parking, getting his thins, and moving up into the tall silver building he made his way to the elevator and pushed the button for the tenth floor.
As the soft music started become louder he took a sip of his coffee and let out another sigh "That seems like all I do now...sigh" he muttered to himself as a bing came from the elevator and it stopped as the doors opened and three others joined him in the small box.
(sorry didn’t know what really to post …)
Jake started around the corner towards the office's where he was to deliver the article and as quick as quick could get. Jake thought it wise to climb into a taxi but could he really use fresh air from nerves. Was his boss going to toss it away? He started to pace forward in an quick motion. He wanted to stop and think it through but he couldn't he had five minutes to get there and he was only at the lobby of the offices.
He quickly ran to the counter asking the office worker, 'Could you tell Mr Wise I'm coming up with his Comedy Cafe article? Mr Corner. Jake Corner.' He waited as the receptionist dialed the number and repeated what he'd said to the voice down the phone. 'You've three minutes.' She replied after hanging up. He ran past everyone else and hoped into the next open elevator pressing the number ten. 'Come on. Come on.' He mumbled to himself watching the numbers light one by one.
4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10 - he walked out and checked the clock that sat on the wall by the office door. He was just on time. He rapped on the door and heard a voice, 'Jake.' Jake walked in slightly nervous and feeling neausious. Could he really do this? Was he really this risky? Comedy Cafe's was a risky thing to bring in or write about as many tried and failed. 'I got the article.' Jake said putting his work laptop on the desk neatly. Mr Wise sat and opened the laptop. He took a long while to read through the article. Almost ten minutes or more? Maybe five. Maybe. Finally Mr Wise stood creating Jake to hold his breath. 'This... for it's content... is fucking fantastic!' Mr Wise patted Jake's back.
'I'll take these down to the offices in a moment and I need you to run an errand. Take these folders to our little forest, Centeral Park, there will be a woman of an agency meeting a young girl named Brett or something... long red hair... give this to her. It's a cover article for Teen Vouge.' Jake took the folders and frown. How was he to find this woman? 'Sure, sir.' Jake nodded before leaving. He retraced his steps before returning outside starring at the green trees of Centeral Park.
He cross the road and walked through the gates slowly to give himself time to spy out this girl and woman. Until... he spotted a tall red headed girl and a woman who looked formal and very 'Vouge'. He laughed at that word before strolling up to them. 'Hello, I'm Jake, Jake Corner, working for New York Times, Mr Wise told me to pass this on to you.' He gave her the folders. He saw the red head stood beside him. It was obvious to say she was going to be their new model or something. She was something of a beauty.
After finishing her breakfast, and dropping the paper into the trashcan since she hadnt found anything interesting, Brett headed outside and contemplated the options of either walking or taking a cab to where she wanted to go. Deciding against the fact that she might take forever to get to her destination if the took the cab, she started walking towards the nearest train station from where she was.
Arriving in a matter of ten minutes, Brett mounted the train and headed over to Central Park where she was meeting with her agency for a luckily landed cover photoshoot for Teen Vogue. With her looks and her talent, Brett was lucky to get the best paying spot. Her agent said it wasnt only because of that, but because due to the situation they were in, all they really wanted was best for her and maybe this shoot could be it for her. Getting noticed from this piece of work, was something that just had to happen. No one could just go unnoticed from Vogue magazine. Just, no.
The train took its usual time but Brett made it in time. She could already see the tents pulled up, and the models getting ready in make up and wardrobe. She walked in with all of the pace of the world, said Hello to a couple of people she knew and went to meet with her agent. "Dollface! You made it!" he said in his very annoying New York accent. "Of course I did. No way I was going to miss this. Big opportunity, remember?" Her agent smiled. "Go to make up, we've already got your seat and artist reserved." Brett followed his instructions and found her station to start getting ready.
THey arrived at the theatre just 10 minutes before she was supossed to meet with the songwriters to practice the new song and she rolled her eyes as her dad pretended to make some big deal out of his daughter's big break. She laughed and smacked his arm before jumping out of the car and running to the change room. She quickly fixed her hair and sprayed herself with perfume before she left leaving her bag in the change room.
"Morning Corissa!" she turned around just as a blonde girl enthusiastically hugged her, or so it seemed. Corissa knew better this girl was Jacki and she had beaten jacki out for the lead so she didn't trust her much. "Morning Jacki!, I'm sorry I can't stay and chat I have to go practice some songs." she waved adn hurried away rolling her eyes again. She loved the theatre, but she hated the drama and the competition, but oh well that was a part of everything in life.
Walking into the small rehearsal rooom she smiled and waved hello to Danny and Janice the songwriters. "Hey guys! are we workiing on Luna's Waiting or Never Again today?" she asked brightly not being able to act cool and calm she just couldn't wait to get started.
"Morning Corissa, today we will be working on Never Again.. I hate to break your heart dear but we had to take the whole number up an Octave so its higher.. I'm sorry directors orders." Wihen he said that her heart sank.. she could barely stay in control with the octave it had been in let alone a HIGHER ONE. oh well it was her job to do it .. right? she gave them a forced smiled and picked up her music. "Of course" she said secretly wishing that this was not going to turn into a disaster.
The silence of the inside of the taxi was a welcome change from the loud streets of New York. Sure, the taxi didn't smell all that nice, and the driver looked far from being clean. It was quiet, though and Dannon could actually hear himself think. He told the driver to where he would be going and sat back in his seat sighing deeply and running his hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down.
The whole way there he told himself over and over again that he was, in fact, going to make it to work and tried his best not to worry about it too much. It was a struggle to say the least. Most people thought that Dannon didn't care too much about anything from the strange ways in which he acted, but that was highly untrue. Dannon cared about everything. He was just a very forgetful human being which made people assume that he was avoiding them or standing them up for a date or just lazy and didn't want to come in to work on time.
In complete truth, he'd been so busy last night that he'd forgotten once again to set his alarm clock. It happened often, hence the rush to get to work on time. He was not new to this game, one thing about him that would never change.
When they arrived at his block, Dannon jumped out of the taxi nearly forgetting to pay the driver, but thankfully this particular driver knew him and didn't think too much of it when Dannon ran all the way to the door before turning back around smiling in embarassed apology and handing him thiry dollars through the passenger side window.
Ugh... Time to work... this sucked completely and utterly. Dannon would much rather have any other job than the one he had, a computer programmer for Microsoft, but it paid well, and he needed the money more than he needed to be happy right now. So, he sucked it up and walked through the front doors feeling trapped once again and followed the all too familiar path to his office...
Emilie got into the Taxi safely out of the cold bitter day of April it wasn't usual for this day to be cold as it was quite warm all week. "Centeral Park, please." She said. The driver nodded and took out into the busy roads. She knew it would take them atleast twenty minutes to get there, Centeral Park was only a walk away but it was so bitter and her mother wouldnm't aprove with the neighbours told her they'd seen her 'strolling to her death'. Muggers where most feared to her family and she couldn't risk a gang seeing her expensive clothes or designs. It was risky to flash your cash around the City as it could get you mugged or either killed.
Emilie watched the busy roads beep and drive along in a sort of pattern. Many of the cars in the traffic were yellow heads of Taxi's and many were quite short as Lorries and such rarely fell in traffic or around these parts. They were mainly buisness places. The Taxi pulled up outside the gates of Centeral Park. Emilie got out passing the driver a twenty before turning from him. She didn't much care for the change, it was just taking someone elses money. She earned hers.
Blood shot eyes opened slowly at the calling sun that woke him in his sleep. Laying there for a good minute he wondered if he really should get up for work or just stay here in his warm bed. Turning his head to the side his brown hair slide in front of his strong sharp face, it was 6:34 AM his clock read in bright red numbers. This made him grown and throw the covers off of him and slide out of his bed. His feet did not welcome the cold wooden floor as he stepped down on it, it sent shivers over his body making little bumps show over his tan skin.
Making his way to the bathroom he grumbled. Nathan was a very much known Movie Star Manager; he was known to bring even the worst of actors into stardom, making them better with every movement. Many beginners wanted him but he was not wishing to be with any of them, he liked to find his own talent or maybe ones in a blue moon take someone his company picked.
As he stepped out from the hot shower he dressed his black/white pen striped suit and slicked his hair back. He was …so not ready for the day. Moving slowly out of his condo that say on the top of one of the taller more expensive building in New York , he moved out from it and into the elevator and pushed the button that read G.
Today he was off to see a new Wanna-be-star that his company wanted him to manage over. He was given the kid’s information but it didn’t have much in it that Nathan cared for. As the doors open he stepped out and tucked his briefcase under his arm and went into his back pocket to take out his car keys. The sound of his shoes echoed as he made his way to the black on black Jaguar XKR-S Coupe.
A smile came to his face as he pushed the unlock button on his key and opened the door, throwing his briefcase into the passenger set he slide into his car and shut the door “coffee…I need coffee” he muttered to himself as he started to the car to get a lovely purr that made him wish he was on an open road like back home in the country to race his baby girl.
Backing up he placed her in first and drove out from his home and into the busy streets of New York. Making his way on the road he stopped by a little café. Parking his Jaguar he opened the door and stepped out, it was to dim in this city for his liking but it had its up at times. Shutting the door behind him he placed the keys in his pocket after locking and setting the alarm on it.
Moving to the café door he opened and stepping right into coffee haven. Smiling he took in a deep breath and moved to the counter “Can I get a black medium coffee”
“Is that all sir?”
“uh…” His eyes looked around “Yeah…that’s all.”
“That will be two dollars”
Pulling out his wallet he gave the man his card that was given back to him right after being scanned and with his coffee “Thank you”
“Have a nice day sir”
Moving away he spotted the new paper and picked it up to read a bit on what was happening in this dump.
Jake Jacob Corner sat in the corner of the Comedy Cafe out of sight listening to the unfortunate jokes of an usual hipster. "Why's the Mushroom always laughing?" He asked weakly, "Beacuse he's a fun-gi." He chuckled miserably receiving the same reaction as he did the first time he joked about mushrooms. Jake of course didn't socialise here but only cam to write. He'd been here many times that the waitress uttered, 'The Usual.' As she strutted past him. So why was Jake here? Too escape the real world and enter his own.
Jake managed his two bedroom flat through his weekly articles for the New York times about The Yorker Life. Truth was he wasn't even from the City he was born in C.A the Golden Coast. But why was he here, in NYC? He wanted to live his own life and stop relying on his parents for loans. He got a job for the Times, $100 an article and it was good enough for him. He heard of struggles in New York before he actaully came. He thought, without his parents help, he's been those old smelly bearded men lying in sacks with a Jack Russell begging. But he was surprised when he got a nice, clean flat and an easy life. It wasn't exactly the rich life but nor was it the poor.
He was fine. And writing his sixth article about Comedy Cafe's who thought about the last sentance before he sent this off to his editor. He stared out the window, fogged as usual, for thoughts. He quickly typed the words before shutting down his laptop and making a quick dart out the door before the hipster cracked anymore 'funny jokes'.
The clock on her wrist read 7:13am and Brett was already up and going with her daily life. She was getting breakfast at her favorite café that rounded the corner of where she lived. The clerk already knew what to prepare; it was the same every morning. Small croissant, big glass of orange juice and the local newspaper. It was imperative for her to check out the paper in case any new openings for model jobs opened. Thats the best thing about New York city. It was everything but usual. Their ad's mostly consisted of talent scouts, model scouts, etc. And thats probably the story of how she had landed her first official modeling job. Now it all sucks. The agency is on the verge of facing bankruptcy and Brett was going crazy. If this agency collapsed, she'd be obliged to find a new job, and that wasnt an easy task. Not with all of the aspiring models in this city. She knew she had it though. The tall, long, slim legs. Skinny body and her red hair. Everyone would always turn their heads when she walked in, and ever since she was little, her parents friends would tell them "That girl is a model! Look at her!" Brett would just smile. Smile because they knew nothing. She knew where she was heading, and those stupid hillbillies would have never guessed she'd come this far. The big apple. The people back in Texas would never know this life. But, Brett did and she didnt regret anything.
Sitting down in a corner of the café, Brett started skimming through the model scout section of the paper. They all read the same, but none offered what she was looking for. How am I gonna get through this? she asked herself with an edge of desperation. Bills needed to get paid and she had a figure to maintain... With a sigh, she took a sip of her orange juice and went back to silently read the rest of the newspaper.
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