| "Sent them." She threw the phone onto the charger in defeat. "Good." Angie smiled with satisfaction. "You can't run out on somebody without an explanation." "I gave him one." "Don't be stubborn, I already got my way." The short blonde stuck out her tongue and disappeared. "He better not show up!" She yelled after her. "He will!" She grabbed a box of CDs to put on the shelves as she predicted the look Michelle was giving her. "Then I won't be here." She whispered as she gathered her things to leave. Just as she was about to turn and leave the phone rang. She picked it up without a second thought. "Hello? ... yes, alright, okay two o'clock? See you then.....bye bye." "Who was that?" Angie raised an eyebrow. "Mike, they'll be here at two to pick up the CD." Michelle knew who she thought it was, and loved proving her wrong. "Oh, you better get to work." "I know," her hand rubbed her temples in fear Justin would show up while she was working. "No interruptions, okay? Nobody is allowed back there unless it's one of the guys." "Ok." She nodded her head in approval. Michelle smiled before turning and heading to the studio. She threw her belongings to the floor as soon as she walked in the door. She shut the door and thought about locking it, then decided against it, hopeful Angie would keep her end of the deal. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hello, can I help you find anything?" Angie said not looking up from her work. "You have the new NSYNC?" A cheery pre-teen almost shouted. "I think we do." Angie walked to the area where it would be. She grabbed the CD and handed it to the over anxious girl. "Here you go." "Thanks! You are like the only shop in like the whole town with this CD." She was bouncing up and down. "Yeah, we made sure to order a lot of copies." Angie put a hand on her shoulder to stop her bouncing. "You ready to check out?" "Yeah, this is all I wanted." She walked to the register. Angie walked behind the register and stared at the girl for a moment. She thought about telling her that Justin had been there less than twenty four hours ago. She rang up the girls purchase instead. Michelle would have heard the scream at her house. She ran into the store to see what was wrong. A blonde pre teen was attached to Angie, screaming at the top of her lungs while she bounced her up and down. Michelle quickly pulled the girl off and pushed her away. She stood protectively infront of Angie. "What are you doing?" She shook her head from side to side in confusion. "I..I...did....he," was all the girl could say. "Angie! What the hell happened to her?" Michelle turned her attention from the babbling girl. She heard the girl stand and run. Instead of the door opening she heard the girl attach herself to another person. Angie pointed as Michelle turned. Justin, that was what was making this girl go crazy? Michelle fell to the floor with laughter. Justin was visibly scared, and the girl had a death grip on him. When the girl hadn't let up minutes later Michelle decided to do something. "Mamm, could you refain from assualting the other costumers?" She gently pulled the girl away from Justin and sat her in a nearby seat. "You, okay?" Michelle waved a hand in front of her face. "Yeah, he shops here?" Her finger pointed at him, but her eyes wouldn't look at him. "Angie take care of this. I have a CD to finish." Michelle excused herself from the room. She had hoped Justin woudn't follow her, and she was right. She burned the finished version of the CD and set it in it's case. She still had over an hour until the guys came to get it. There was a knock at the door and she opened it. "Hey there." "Hi." "What CD are you doing?" "Haunted Generation, what happened with the girl?" She kept her eyes down, now she felt bad for last night. "I autographed her CD and she left." He sat down, hoping to get her to look at him. "Did you tell her you shopped here?" She walked into the booth and pretended to be doing something. "No." "Good, I don't want teeny boppers worshiping my store." She adjusted one microphone. "I though it was a good idea." He walked into the booth. "Yeah." She tried to leave the booth but he was standing in the doorway. "I need to get by." "Ok," he moved to the side and she returned to the control room. "What are you doing today?" "Haunted Generation is coming to pick up thier CD, I have some stocking to do, and inventory." Her eyes still on the controls, she tried to think of an escape. "Any recording?" He took a seat near her. "Not until tomorrow." She stood to leave the room, CD in hand. "Who for?" He followed her into the storage room. "Uummm, hold on." She attained a sheet of paper and scanned it with her eyes. "Bound?" "Bound? Never heard of them." He scratched his chin. "Well if you had you think they would be recording here? Besides this is thier first time." She returned the sheet of paper to where she had found it and opened a nearby box. She sat in front of the box with a price gun. "First time here or just first time?" He joined her on the floor on the other side of the box. "I'm not sure, but I know it's thier first time here." She began to price the CD's after setting the gun to the right setting. "That is so cool. It puts the barcodes on there?" "Yeah, top of the line." She giggled at his amazement and her sarcasm. "Wanna try it?" She handed the gun to him and let him price a few of the CDs. "Free labor, I may never have to price again." "I'd eventually get tired of it, plus I have to tour ya know." She nodded her head and began to pull the plastic from one of the CDs. "You like Linkin Park?" "Yeah." She put the CD into the CD player. "You don't?" "Yeah, I guess." He priced another CD. "How can you not? They are so good. Listen to that, a rapper and a regular vocalist? That sounds so good." She shook her head in disbelief. "Ok, I was just playing." He began to place the priced CDs back into the box. "Hang on," she walked to another box and opened it. She pulled out a Linkin Park CD and handed it to him. "I want to put out an even number." "Why are you only putting twenty out?" "I've already sold one humdred." "Really? How many of our CDs have you sold?" "Want me to check?" She walked to the computer and pulled up the sales program. "Wow I've made lots of money off you. Over a thousand to date." "A thousand? Is that all the CDs?" She nodded her head. |
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