Post by blizzardkaze on Mar 14, 2007 23:14:29 GMT -4
She looked up at the impressive, towering building that commanded the most attention both by it's unusual shape and size. She was dressed in a pair of worn blue jeans and a black, puffy jacket made for the winter, which was still holding on. She carried an over sized, black sports bag over one shoulder and a folded flier in another.
Roses Wanted. In big, bold letters. She had picked it up on her last tour through Canada and had stuffed it in her bag several months ago. Unfortunately she had commitments she had to see through. She wasn't famous. She didn't work for any big company. They slept on the bus 9 times out of 10. But a commitment was a commitment and she had finished the flea circuit as promised. But now she was free.
At the age of twenty seven and with ten years on the indy circuit, she had to start thinking about 'the end'. She had three to five more 'good' years in her, where she could perform at her peak before it all began to break down. It was kind of like a dog years scenario, wrestling years were just as cruel, hard, and short. She was ready to sell out to one of the Entertainment Giants, and get a little nest egg for herself. Three to five good years left in her, she opens the door to the tower and enters the spacious, open lobby; looking around a bit until her neck ached, she found the information desk.
She walked over and placed the flier on the counter top.
I'm here about The Roses.
She taps the flier with a finger several times. The man behind the counter looks down at the flier, just as she had planned it, and then back up. He grabs a clipboard and passes it over to her.
You'll want to see the sisters. You can find them on the directory in front of the elevators. Just sign in here. Take this 'Visitors' badge, and up ya go. Ms.
He looks down at her signature.
Ms. Kaze.
She places the pen on the clipboard, and takes the badge. Heading up, up and away to the floor of the three sisters, where she finds another desk and lobby. She hooks her thumb under the strap of her back and faces the door of Chantell, still holding the Roses Wanted flier.
Big door. Big times I guess.
She knocks several times with the tight heart that came with any interview, even if it was her 100th.
Roses Wanted. In big, bold letters. She had picked it up on her last tour through Canada and had stuffed it in her bag several months ago. Unfortunately she had commitments she had to see through. She wasn't famous. She didn't work for any big company. They slept on the bus 9 times out of 10. But a commitment was a commitment and she had finished the flea circuit as promised. But now she was free.
At the age of twenty seven and with ten years on the indy circuit, she had to start thinking about 'the end'. She had three to five more 'good' years in her, where she could perform at her peak before it all began to break down. It was kind of like a dog years scenario, wrestling years were just as cruel, hard, and short. She was ready to sell out to one of the Entertainment Giants, and get a little nest egg for herself. Three to five good years left in her, she opens the door to the tower and enters the spacious, open lobby; looking around a bit until her neck ached, she found the information desk.
She walked over and placed the flier on the counter top.
I'm here about The Roses.
She taps the flier with a finger several times. The man behind the counter looks down at the flier, just as she had planned it, and then back up. He grabs a clipboard and passes it over to her.
You'll want to see the sisters. You can find them on the directory in front of the elevators. Just sign in here. Take this 'Visitors' badge, and up ya go. Ms.
He looks down at her signature.
Ms. Kaze.
She places the pen on the clipboard, and takes the badge. Heading up, up and away to the floor of the three sisters, where she finds another desk and lobby. She hooks her thumb under the strap of her back and faces the door of Chantell, still holding the Roses Wanted flier.
Big door. Big times I guess.
She knocks several times with the tight heart that came with any interview, even if it was her 100th.