#1:Voices in the stones
Cob,.
The day of the grand opening of the Tilted Tower pizzas'. All is set to gather for the confetti bag for the manager, but he seem to be more interested in the prizes in the wheel turn. "Janny the college that passes by chill for the most off days she has and all wants my advice on things on her book report, "Journalist Jan", is what I will call her after she is done with all the cursive hand gestures when into her moment. Man I hate it when she does it so well while we sip on some Bordeaux while she enjoys her book that uplifts her inner peace. "You coming tonight?" she asks?; ,"No got to meet up with a friend to try get another production finished up for the business;" and more clients to come in for shipments. "I'll call you later." I told her, "but you have to meet me at the Pub tonight that you promised…. "C'mon" I said with a smirk she never sees the faintly appears on my face, leading to a confident smile to hers ,to her responsive pout ,…."Alright I'll see what I can do." Maybe I will be your audience." I replied;'. "How can we act if I'm now not aware of you being certain of your answer?." "Uhm" as I'm trying to solve the timing. "I might just stick to my dark room with just a laptop, and that homemade slushy you and I made."…"Is 11:30 good?", I asked. ; "you can do better" ;she smirks knowing that she always gets her rounds of countless applause and a kiss on the hand.;..."She just might be satisfied for that answer until I show up". I thought. With that twitch on my brow. "Then I'll order take out." She said agreeing to her desire.
#2:Voice is installed
I drove off with her looking through at my windshield of the car, making that look and expecting me to arrive for the time we settled for.
Reaching home to nothing but a house I have like 30 minutes to get out of before traffic starts. Walking in the drive after locking the old wagon., Feeling a chill of the nights' due. I noticed a call coming from in the house. "Brother, hope you bring that scan print for your new product later.":, My good man Zake , head of the business. "and ahh:, keep me up to date with the order we got make for next shipment." Time to excel on this business of our friendship, well besides business….a money bond I'll announce it again after we accomplish the goal". "Hey want a smoothie before we set sail"? He asked, "Kool" I replied. "Please tell me you have all that you need so that we can continue with our lives". I remarked. "Sure bro", he said. Me heading to the restroom just to wash my face from preparing of the party at work. Staring at the mirror wondering when my last meal was. I hallucinated a bit and felt a little slither on my spine like something wanting to cover the top off my head. Light went out with the same chill that came it from the side of my arms. Then I Heard the same as I said before. Now I'm thinking to myself how can I be so hallucinated that way.
#3:Voices in the stones
Found my hands a bit kind of tingly and naming at the same time. Why am I feeling like this I said can it be really that I'm going off I'm just really tired. One more look in the window as I stare at myself and wonder, this feeling is very uncomfortable. I soon disregard that feeling and just went on with the products. Hearing a distant voice in the background of my head or in the hallway or wasn't to sure of it. Then I became a days at walking back to the door to exit the bathroom, "what is that?" asked? And black out to the floor I went. Me waking up moments later. I can't seem to grasp what just happened for that second or moment, that occurred. Getting a call out from Zake wondering what am I doing so long, And we're running a bit late obviously. Stepping out of the restroom clueless but focus On the orders we have listed together. "Hope I'm alright." I said to myself.
#4:Voices in the stones
Hours later waiting on some coffee while waiting for Zake to finish up. "Aren't you supposed to be going out with someone? You said you was going to be here for a couple hours this past 11". Me forgetting my appointment with Janny. Hopping that I'm just a few minutes late noticing I'm barely late to meet up with her. So I called in to make sure that to tell her that I'm on my way. Drove off with the speed I also stopped by the store to grab one of her favorite Bordeaux from Italy. She likes it sweet but, I rather mine is dry. "I wonder what's for dinner" I thought. As I arrived to walk up the steps to her apartment room, I took a glimpse a glimpse of the doormat a little note under It. Picked it up and setting it on counter top. You're leaving notes for me now. "No I probably think that fell out my purse ,just leaving there and tend to it later". She replied. Side So what you brought me she asked. Well I brought you your favorite wine and I got a little something for myself, my own bottle, "haha" I chuckled. Alright let me grab those and put them in the fridge to cool, now back to our little skip ,for like maybe the last two to three hours. What's your take on the last play that we did, should I maybe change it up a little to make it sound a bit exciting or back down to the sad and lonely part. "Do I have a choice do I". I muttered. All I'm saying is that you should make it more elaborate other than just sad ,put more energy to it like you're in the moment." I advised. "OK I can buy that. You know you can be more than just my audience and tell me what to do with my play if you'd like, just be calm about it." With a cute grin on her face. Can you stop with that ugly face?, You're kind of creepy with it. " You never feel like some things are better when you help people?" She openly asked. "Ehh probably depends on what help they need with not all help can be better sometims."I answered." "Right that's the truth." As she quickly she move back to the kitchen to finish our dinner., Even though she borrowed my gym socks when her feet gets cold in her really ice cold room sipping. "You ready to eat? She asking as if she is really needing me to do the listenning. "Uhm sure why not eat and feeling abit overwheled".As I looked with a straight face. Heres your plate Sir Radley ." as we eat and continued about half way to her act about the debate of to over coming ourselves from a anger with war in our thoughts that can be converted to diverted hate. She called it "The outputs."