Saikii
B.T. sighed in frustration slamming her book and stood up. She was running out of words to say,"I`m so sick of writing songs I don`t know the words to. My diary skips three whole pages."
She opened the window and drank from her bottle of Pepsi( which I might add, was rediculously expensive.) That`s what it cost for life`s simple pleasures. B.T. chucked it in the trash can,"And to top that, I`m in debt up to my ears. I wanna write a song that gets people moving and gets me off my feet. Somewhere in New York I`m sure but unsure. I can`t make up my mind."
"...Need me something. Not sure just exactly what it is. Maybe someone to take me by the hand and say...It`s okay!... Heh! I think not! You try living in these shoes. You`ve got everything you`ve ever wanted while I`ve got heh sqaut. Life`s good. Get lost! I`ve got my own ..." She picked up the paper skimming through it," Someday maybe I`ll step out singing...Hey Alphabet City! I`m coming out of my shell..." She stopped for a minute grabbing a pen and some paper then then threw it out," Nah." The telephone rang, grabbing her attention. She sighed, picking it up," Hello? B.T... No just B.T..."
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