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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 18, 2007 11:21:07 GMT -5
He continued to wipe the table, cursing under his breath. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have zoned out on you like that..." He looked up at her and noticed her notebook and the once legible writing. "Oh god...look, I really am sorry, it's not your fault. I just overreacted...." He looked down at the table, grabbing a few more napkins. He noticed that his coffee had also spilled over his drawing. So much for inspiration...
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Post by Hope Anderson on Aug 18, 2007 11:52:13 GMT -5
Hope pulled her hair back with her hand. “God, I don’t even know if I remember this stuff!!” [/b] She sighed with a pout! She threw the notebook in the bin behind her! “Aww, you’re drawing! It’s kinda… well it’s a big smudge!”[/b] She said trying to be sympathetic! She helped Blaise clear the table and as she finished she put all the napkins in the bon with her book! “I guess im gonna have to re-write it somewhere away from coffee!”[/b][/center][/size]
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 18, 2007 19:50:38 GMT -5
He felt horrible about it. Usually, he didn't freak out like that. The coffee most likeley made him jittery. He gave her an apologetic look, saying, "Look, I'm really sorry. If you want, I can help you...? I mean, I'm not the best songwriter in the world..." He decided to shut up. He didn't even know if she'd want his help. After just finishing up a song, and spilling a cup of coffee all over it, he kind of didn't blame her.
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Post by Hope Anderson on Aug 18, 2007 20:17:02 GMT -5
Hope smiled at Blaise slightly. She had a thought rushing throught her head. She bit her lip slightly then started to speak. "Ok so you cant write songs, can you keep a beat?"[/b] She said looking at him with a checky glint in her eye!
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 18, 2007 20:22:35 GMT -5
He stared at, a little weary, but he figured, he owed her something for ruining her song. So he shrugged and said, "Yeah, I'm pretty good. Just because I can't write a song, doesn't mean I suck at music....why?" The cheeky little glint in her eye was slightly scaring him.
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Post by Hope Anderson on Aug 18, 2007 20:29:53 GMT -5
She continued to smile and moved away from the table, ready to leave! "Come on... i'll introduce ya to Arnold!"[/b] Giggled. Beckoning her head at the door. "Come on i dont bite! Often!"[/b]
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 18, 2007 20:34:16 GMT -5
He stared at her, an eyebrow raised, but he decided not to say anything. He grabbed the newspaper, which had gotten wet, and threw it out in the trash bin, and followed her to the door. "Umm...who's Arnold?"
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Post by Hope Anderson on Aug 21, 2007 9:21:42 GMT -5
Hope turned to Blaise and giggled. "It alright, don't freak! Arnold's my guitar!" She said with a stick out of the tongue! "Darren made me call him Arnold as it would help me conquer my fears!"
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Post by Blaise Thompson on Aug 21, 2007 20:40:09 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow at her. She didn't seem like the kind of girl to have many fears. And this fear, to him, was confusing. But he kept his mouth shut, following her out of Starbucks. He had no idea where they were heading, but it didn't worry. That much.
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