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 Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 5:11 pm
Ana Cruz was absolutely bored. For approximately forty minutes she had been sitting in an uncomfortable white chair in the waiting room of the Walk of Fame Talent Agency's Office. She had come to meet with her agent and discuss the future of her career. So much good has happened in her life in the past few months. Most notably, she starred in a photo shoot with Chic magazine for which she won an award. She wondered where her career would bring her next. Drifting off into daydreams, Ana smiled as she relaxed her body and sank down into the chair. Knowing better than to sit with bad posture for too long, she soon corrected herself and started flipping through magazines for something to do read, but couldn't find anything interesting. She found Chic magazine, but thought it would be arrogant to look at the pictures of herself in public. Of course, at home she does this all the time, she even has the pictures hanging in her home. But in public? Ana has more certainly tact than that.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2009 5:34 pm
Brodi entered the room, his right arm tied in a sling so he wouldn't move it too much to irritate the stitches in his chest. It had been a little more than a month since the shooting and he was finally back on his feet and out of the hospital.
He had come in with a dreary mood. What was he going to do now that he couldn't use his right hand? He couldn't play the drums very well with one hand, and who knows how long his arm was going to be in the sling. He sighed as he sat down in the chair, trying to think of possibilities.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 4:29 pm
Ana looked up as a boy entered the waiting room with his arm in a sling. Did he just break his arm, or was he one of the victims from the Walk of Fame shooting? She found herself thinking about the shooting a lot, it was all really scary for her, even if she was really just looking at it as an outsider and wasn't directly involved. The boy was a little attractive, so she smiled at him coyly to invite him to sit with her. "Hello," she said, crossing her legs and leaning towards him.
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