Angela's Point Of View
"So was that a new gig?" Georgia asked me from where she sat.
"No! It was a gig review of what I did," I responded.
"And what does it say?" She asked with concern.
"Yesterday's gig, it wasn't too bright, just the usual 'Miss Angela Channing is good as...', it is always good, nothing more," I said to her.
"It will be fine," she tried consoling me.
"Aren't you going to the factory together?" I asked her.
"I don't know!" She answered with confusion.
"Why won't you know? Don't you want to make money?" I asked her.
"Of course I do but do you only go to work because you want to make money?" She asked me.
"What the heck? Of course! Why else would I be doing that? No! Because I get to make money from it, that is my only reason. I am not someone who likes working hard for an invalid reason," I said to her. What! Go to work because I don't need money?
"If money is not involved, I am not interested," I said to my friend's face.
"Why would you say something like that?" She asked me.
"Why won't I say that?" I asked her back.
"It sounds childish and unlike you," she said, unsure of what I just said.
"Girl! If you don't like my concept of work then just don't hear it," I said to her as I got up from the couch to the kitchen to pick up some leftover popcorn and soda.
"But you need to have a more valid reason for going to work," she said as I entered the sitting room with my items.
"Can we stop talking about the right concept or valid reason to work? Can we? But just know that everybody, even the dead and newborns, has their own opinion towards things," I informed her as I decided to change the TV show to something more lively.
"What has the dead and the newly born got to do with our discussion?" She questioned, confusion writing all over her face.
"You don't have to be confused my friend but I just want you to know that every single being on this planet has an opinion of things that differs from others' opinions, you get it?" I explained further to her.
"So if your opinion is so different then why aren't you sorting out some gigs to apply for? You need money so badly then why aren't you going to work?" She questioned seriously.
"Like seriously?" I asked her with a frown.
"Don't get me wrong, you need this and that's why I need to understand your new reason for not going to work," she asked, confusing me.
"Why are you so pinned on this work for a valid reason? What is there? I can choose to go to work if I want to or not, money involved or not. It's my decision!" I yelled out of frustration.
"Can we please drop this?" I pleaded.
"Of course, now you are saying what you ought to say," she said as I stared at her in confusion. What is this bitch driving at?
"Your decision is the reason behind your work!" She stated, confusing me the more.
"What!"
"You said it yourself, it's your decision that determines anything. Even if money is involved or not, your decision is the reason you are going to work or not," she explained further and I just stared at her in disbelief.
"Whatever! I can't believe I sat down here with you to listen to this trash and to believe that I started this conversation on work or no work. Argh!" I screamed in horror while the bitch behind my turmoil started laughing as always.
My phone beeped out, there was another notification. What can it be?
"I have just been warned by the app host themselves that if I don't want my account to be flagged down because of my 'skills', I got another chance," I announced.
I scrolled through the numerous gigs on the app picked the one with high payout and ran upstairs to my room to get dressed.
"I will also follow you out, I alone can't be home," Georgia announced as I scattered my wardrobe for the best outfit. I finally picked a baggy black polo and trousers and a boot to go with it.
"Gia! Please don't use an hour to dress up, I use all you find beautiful to plead with you," I shouted from my room to the room opposite mine.
"What do you mean?" She yelled back at me.
"Please just pick something suitable and when you get back home, you can sort out your mess," I explained to her shouting at the top of my voice as I walked into the bathroom.
"I don't use forever to get dressed," she explained as I heard from her then heard something shattered to the ground. What did she break again?
"Your room is a mess now!" I shouted.
"Don't tell me you are just taking your bath?" She yelled in disbelief.
"Of course, I am the freshest, unfresh babe you can ever meet!"
"You are just a pink pig!" She yelled back.
"At least I am pink, your color is unrecognizable!" I yelled with all my might.
And thankfully she kept on time, we quickly had cereal to keep our stomachs in check. I don't know how this gig will turn out and working on an empty stomach is an impossible task.
"Colorless pig! We are going to run to the bus station with all our might! So get ready," I said to her while locking our front door before looking her over properly and she did it, as I shook my head in disbelief.
"What?" She asked when she saw my disapproval.
"Why a long skirt?" I asked, "and you know we are late," I added.
"You said something suitable!"
"Whatever!" I yelled before pulling her hand and the run to the station started.
The last bus to our destination was in sight but it was on the other side of the road.
"Get ready!" I said and she nodded.
I looked to my left and right and one last time at Georgia before jumping into the road, suddenly there was a long scream from Georgia.
Simultaneously her leg got tangled with the hem of her skirt and her bag fell to the floor. There was a loud screeching sound of a car, I looked at Georgia and she was falling to the ground.