She Found Out
She ran, her guitar kicking at the back of her legs. "A hit" she thought excitedly. "I know it's a hit." Luanne opened the wood screen door and ran inside. The door pounded shut with a series of bangs, each one softer than the last. "Dave?" She tripped over Mr. Whiskers, her cat, and fell forward onto the floor; the guitar serenading her with an unmelodic accompaniment. "For God's sake Mr. Whiskers! You know I can't see you in the dark." She pulled the guitar from her back and checked for any signs of damage. None were visible. She patted the black cat between its ears. "Dave!" Her voice bounced off the walls, echoing the fact that she was alone. "Okay Mr. Whiskers, you wanna listen?'' She picked her guitar up from the floor and sat down on the couch. The cat jumped up next to her and rubbed its head on the underside of her arm, purring in a loud baritone cat voice. "How 'bout you?" She yelled to her dog, Alec. She pulled the leather strap over her shoulder, snugged her guitar into place under her chest and plucked at the strings successively to retune. Dave had bought the Fender for her last year, after she won the Bow Ridge Talent Search. "Baby, one day you'll be a big ol' star." He said when he handed it
She paced the room, wringing her hands trying to overcome the great sense of betrayal. Alexis, you got any of that chicken left over from last night. She felt nauseous and insanely giddy all at once. She found it, almost smiled, then pulled it out. "Where's daddy?" The cat looked back up at her and tilted his head. She was to meet him at his office next week to sort out the details and sign the contract. She chose that song to perform at her audition that afternoon for a studio owner named John Loma. I thought you were working the night shift tonight. "Dave you rotten son of a bitch!" she cried. What can I do?" She sat on the edge of her bed.
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