She put up a pretty good fight, I'll give her that much. But when you're up against me fighting for Neil, well, there's no way to win. Plus, the CD didn't go all the way down. It wouldn't fit. I made her pull it out with her bare hands! She'll think twice about crossing ME ever again.
Lucy is preparing to go to see Casablanca this afternoon and probably daydream through the whole thing. Myself, my lunch break is over and it's off to work I go. I keep thinking about tonight when I'll be gracing my favorite hangout, Vick's Karaoke and Lounge, with my appearance in the heart of it all: Pioneer Square! I am so thankful to have found such a beacon of light within Seattle. Having moved to Seattle from Tennessee, I was finding it hard to keep up my pasttime. But after finding Vick's, I feel complete.
I don't understand, but sometimes, when I walk into that place, I feel as though I've entered another world. I really feel at home. It's almost like that show "Cheers" when they yell that guy's name out when he arrives, Ned or Neil or something that starts with an "N." They yell, "Hey Lou!" As I gracefully walk in, I yell, with a gleam in my eye, "Hey Vick, toss me a cold one and put it on my tab," in my best Lauren Bacall sort of way.
Sometimes I feel like such a rock star when I get up there and start singing. I know it may sound corny, but when you find a passion in life, everything else just doesn't quite compare to it. Just picture it:
The smoke parts, the chatter softens, and you stand, alone, on the stage with a dream in your heart and a song to sing.
The words are familiar yet to read them is instinctual.
The roar of the crowd exhilerates you, your heart races. To sweat is only natural.
I just can't do it justice.
Listen to me! I'm turning into Lucy! I guess that's what happens when you get stuck in traffic. Another wreck! Just what I need! Some idiot was probably not looking where he was going, picking his nose, reading road signs. I don't need this hassle. I'm going to be late for work, AGAIN! The traffic in this city is outrageous. They need to weed these people out. This wreck is just the start we need. One down, millions to go!
As I tap my fingers on the open window ledge of my car, I can't help but wonder if I need something at the market. While passing Pike Place Market, I could probably jump out, grab a loaf of bread, salad fixings, a half gallon of milk, and a Milky Way without this damn traffic moving an inch. The cafe on the corner looks pretty tempting right now. I could really go for a cappuccino. I haven't had my morning coffee. Everytime I go in that place, the same clumsy waitress is working. The other night, she spilled coffee all over some poor guy. They need to screen their help a little better.
This guy next to me is giving me the eye. "You wanna take a picture?" I hate freaks! I also hate spitting in public, which is what he just did outside his car window. "Way to impress the chicks, dumbass!" Vrooom! Up goes the window and out goes my patience. At times like these, my tact goes out the window along with my patience. Actually, most of the time, my tact is M.I.A. I have no problem speaking my mind on EVERY thing. My latest screenplay is about an old man on a search for his past, a past that is riddled with mystery and drama. He's also tactless in trying to find it, meaning that anyone or anything that gets in his way is bound to get an earful. He tells it like it is and it makes any obstacles that come in his path, well, obstacles. I think it's a real winner.
Well, traffic's finally moving! I'm tired of thinking this much. I can get to work and receive my daily dose of ass smacking, smoochie faces, and derogatory comments. With a sigh in my heart, I travel into the lion's den.