When it comes to technology, Dani has always felt less is better but with the new office her time to learn it all is now or never. Though, her assistant, Amber has been more then polite in trying to teach her it was no use. Her computer has made noises she doesn't understand, the fax machine ate more then one report she had been trying to send back to New York and the copier machine was more then insistent in only making glob noises and not working.
"Die you blasted thing," she says as her hand slaps down the receiver and her feet quickly push her rolling hair back till it hits a filing cabinet behind her with a rattle.
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With a dirty trucker hat pulled down over his head and a pair of oversized sun-glasses upon his face, the young John walks down the streets with his lanky body sticking out to those around him in their business suits and high priced fashions. However, with this walk he couldn't feel more free. No one had stopped him for a autograph or stopped and stared. No reporters had been following with cameras or at least, none to his knowledge.
In the last few month he had blow up, blown up so big that living was a job, not for fun. Girls who didn't know him even more so were hounding him. Everyone wanted a piece but he had nothing to give them but his songs. Nothing to give anyone but one person who seemed not to want what he had.
Turning his head, he looks across the street only to freeze. The front window read with something he couldn't believe. No change that, something he didn't want to believe.
Now Magazine
Dani Warner
Amber Jones
Eric Davis
His feet began to move though he hadn't a clue he was moving at all as he crosses the street, moving without fear of cars or people noticing his movements.
"No.." he whispers under his breath as he stares at it, almost expecting it to be some weird dream and change quickly.
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Standing in the middle of the room with her arms wrapped around herself in a tight hug, Dani takes a few labored deep breaths as her brown eyes close, drifting her off to another place so her stress can fade and she can go back to work. She had been known to do this a lot lately though when he eyes would close her arms were always replaced with the memory of his arms holding her. It shouldn't be right, for someone to touch someone in a short time so deeply but then again nothing is life is fair.
"Make yourself a photograph and laugh at me. please," she whispers under her breath before shaking her head a bit, pushing away the bad thoughts surrounding her once again as she tries to focus in on the idea of being alone and stressed, needing to calm down.
"If your father could see you now.." she says with a little chuckle as she opens her arms, staring straight ahead at her door which was covered in blinds, blocking out any sight of the main rooms. "He would think you are pathetic. Wait... you are," she continues to talk to herself, imagining her father standing their as she slowly releases her grip upon herself. "You hate your job. You don't want a career you just want to daydream. You can't even tell your best friend anything and the one time you felt weak to someone you ran for your life instead of exploring it..." She sneers her nose some at herself before shaking her head as her eyes like normal when she does this, begin to water. "You're fucking up without cause.."
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He stands in front of the door motionless, his mouth a gap and drier then a desert as he reads over the words on the glass over and over again. He didn't mind the occasional person hitting him as they passed with their shoulders or bags due to the fact he assumed he was dead. Death, yes that's all that could bring this sign of her back into his life at this exact moment.
"Dani..." he mouths as his feet slowly move him back from the door and down the sidewalk. He bumps slightly into a few people but it doesn't stop him as he whips around the corner of the street only to make him nearly faint as his eyes land on the glass window.
The room his eyes were peering into was rather a large office with a desk, conference table, couch and tables. He could see plenty of filing cabinets along with everything else a reporter could use but the one thing that stuck out was a girl. Her hair dark brown, almost black and pulled up into a neat yet not too tight bun while from behind, its obvious her arms around her. Her white shirt is a bit large, it being a dress blouse which matches a knee length black skirt.
"You..." he says with a small smile as a tinge of pain runs down his back and his stomach begins to flutter. He couldn't help but stare endlessly, just trapped there to watch. He knows he should leave, everything within him tells him so and yet, he stays... needing to see her turn. Needing to see her face. Needing to see her smile.
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The watering of her eyes wouldn't calm as she stands their, thinking about him, her choices, her life. She felt the sob coming on as her chest begins to become heavy and a frown takes over her sweet lips. Even closing her eyes couldn't stop the tears as they flood down her cheek, dripping over the smooth skin only to fall down as her shakes slightly and lets a silent whale of pain out.
How did she become this way? How did she sink to being not herself? To being no one she knew or liked? Afraid of what is becoming of her, all she can do is cry as she once again tightens her hold on herself, slowly turning only to opens her eyes, trying to calm down as she stares out the window.
She pauses for a second, still crying as she sees a man looking in at her. Glasses and a hat on, the lanky man somewhat resembles John to her but that only made it hurt more, as she cries willingly, normally never allowing someone to watch but feeling she knows him, she doesn't care. She already was a clown, a mock of a human being. Being watched like a performer shouldn't be a bother now either.
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Seeing her tears took him off guard as she stands their, crying while looking at him. Did she know it was him? What could bring such her to such a down point? Thoughts about it clutter his mind as he stands their, a hand raising and pressing against the glass as he stands their, his heart breaking at the site.
With all his might, he fights the urge to break the window and jump in their, taking the poor girl in his arms.
Slowly, his other hand comes up, pressing also against the glass as he stands their just watching her as she stands their suffering. But over what?
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Forcing a weak smile, through tears Dani lifts one of her hands from her body, waving at him slightly. She takes a hard swallow, gulping down her sob some, trying to slow it down as she stares at the man. She knows. She doesn't want to know but just looking, she knows its him.
"Hi John..." she says softly, knowing out their he couldn't hear her but it didn't matter. He wasn't going to come in. He wouldn't come to her. Not after the way she treat him and she couldn't blame him. She didn't like how she treat him either.