Oh dear. This one had more grammar errors than I thought. Hopefully I got them all this time.
Jamie silently walked through the crowded streets of London. 'Their presence is making me sick.' Her emotionless eyes scanned through the market. Her black trench coat blew in the wind beside her black jeans and shirt. The girl's hair was a messy brown. It was quite hard to tell it was shoulder length. In Jamie's pocket were three silver razors. After working alongside her father in a barbershop back home, Jamie managed to pick up the same shaving techniques as him. She cleared her throat and brushed past a few strangers when she was accidentally tripped. She groaned as she landed on her hands then her forehead. "Mr. T I told you to watch where you were going." A woman whispered then helped her up. "Terribly sorry about that." She wiped off a short cut on the girl's forehead. "Thank you ma'am." She spoke emotionless as her eyes glanced to a man standing beside her. "Sir." She turned her back and left, the coat picking up a brisk of wind.
Jamie then clenched her teeth and held a hand to her ear at rather upbeat music in the distance.
A young boy, probably the age of twelve, with short blonde hair repeatedly hit a drum. 'Alright...alright. You have my attention. God.' The girl joined a crowd of people and sighed. "Ladies and gentlemen, May I have your attention please? Do you wake every morning in shame and despair to discover your pillow is covered with hair? What ought not to be there?" Jamie rose her right eyebrow.
"Well ladies and gentlemen, from now on you can waken at ease! You need never again have a worry or care, I will show you a miracle marvelous rare. Gentleman, you are about to see something what rose from the dead! On the top of my head." The boy removed his hat to fully show his shaggy blonde hair. The people next to her laughed among the rest. 'Oh my god. The boy has hair. That's hilarious.' Jamie rolled her eyes.
"T'was Pirelli's miracle elixir. That's what did the trick, sir. True, sir, true. Was it quick sir? Did it in a tick, sir! Just like an elixir ought to do. How about a bottle, mister? Only costs a penny, guaranteed." The boy sampled the product on a bald man's head. Jamie quickly covered her mouth. "God that smell's nauseating."
"Does Pirelli's stimulate the growth sir? You can have my oath, sir. 'Tis unique. Rub a minute. Stimulatin', i'nt? Soon you'll have to thin it once a week." The look on the man's face summed up the whole ordeal. Disgust and..well disgust. 'What the hell is in the concoction made of?' The girl tried to breathe without having the urge to vomit. Just then, the two people she ran into earlier started to speak.
"Pardon me ma'm what's that awful stench?" "Are we standing near an open trench?" They looked at each other. "Must be standing near an open trench."
The boy blinked then kept promoting. "Buy Pirelli's miracle elixir. Anything more slick, sir, soon sprouts curls. Try Pirelli's, when they see how thick, sir you can have your pick, sir, of the girls! Wanna buy a bottle, misses?"
Jamie smirked as she heard another rant from the couple. "What is this?" The man took a bottle. "What is this?" The woman took the bottle from him. "Smells like piss." Jamie looked over and grinned. "Smells like, eww." "Looks like piss." "Wouldn't touch it if I were you dear." Her eyes landed on an older man. "It is piss. Piss with ink."
'Okay. We get it. It smells awful.' The girl looked back over at the stage. "Let Pirelli's activate your roots sir." The boy spoke. "Keep it off your boots sir, eats right through." The man placed his arms across his waist. "Yes sir. Get Pirelli's. Use a bottle of it, ladies gonna love it!" "Flies do too." The woman blinked. 'Okay that was good.' Jamie nodded.
Just then, a man who appeared to be Italian walked out behind the curtain. "I am Adolfo Pirelli. Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings. E Buon Giorno, good day. I blow you a kiss." He blew a kiss and the woman standing beside her turned away, lightly blushing. Jamie squinted her eyes. 'Ew.' "And I, da so famous Pirelli I wish-a to know-a who has-a the nerve-a to say my elixir is piss! Who says this?"
"I do." Jamie broke the silence and the crowd gasped. "And I say to you Signor, Your elixir is nothing more than the vile content of piss and ink. Then again, I wager four pounds as a token of your nobility." Signor Pirelli covered his mouth, trying to hide a smile. Half of the crowd started to laugh. Mr. Todd scowled. "You hear zis foolish kid. Shoo. Go home." She blinked. "Will Beetle Bamford be the judge?" "Parental consent if you will. I wouldn't want a little angel such as you getting hurt." He sneered. Jamie bore her clenched teeth. The Beadle rolled his eyes. "The fastest and smoothest shave is the winner." Jamie walked onto the podium. "Who's for a free shave?" Almost all the men in the audience laughed. 'Don't cry. Don't cry.' She kept blinking to clear her eyes of any incoming tears. Two respectful men raised their hands. "Toby!" Signor Pirelli motioned the boy for two chairs. "I'll let you sit on my lap as a reward." He whispered in her ear and she drew one of her razors. Jamie ignored him as she sharpened a razor on her belt and cleared her throat. "Signor?" "Ready." The Italian smiled. "Sweetheart?" She heavily sighed. "Ready." She whispered.
Jamie sighed and pick up a dish of lather. "Now signorini, signori. We mix-a da lathe, but first-a you gather around signorini, signori. You looking a man who had-a da glory to shave-a da pope. This kid-a whoever, I beg-a da pardon you'll probably say-a it was only a cardinal." Jamie blinked and coated the customer's face with the lather. "Nope! It was-a da pope!" The girl sighed and picked up her razor. 'Slow and steady wins the race.'
"To shave-a da face. To cut-a da hair. Require a grace. Require da flare. For if-a you slip, you nick da skin. You clip-a da chin, you rip-a da lip a bit beyond-a repair." Jamie sighed and watched as her reflection look back at her in the razor. She inside smiled. 'Thank you dad.' She carefully started to shave.
"To shave-a da face, or even a part. Widout it-a smart. Require da heart. Not just-a da flash. It take-a Panash. It take-a da passion for da art. To shave-a da face. To trim-a da beard. To make-a da bristle, clean like a whistle. Dis is from early infancy. Da talent give to me by God." The girl glanced over. 'Lucifer. Is he even shaving? Pathetic.' She wiped her razor and continued to shave.
"It take-a da skill. It take-a da brains. It take-a da will, to take-a da pains. It take-a da pace. It take-a da grace!" Jamie blinked as she heard the last word. 'Damn. How can men sing that high?' She picked up a cloth and wiped the excess lather off of the man's face. Signor Pirelli wasn't even close to being half done.
"The winner...is Pirelli." 'Sexist prick.' The audience clapped. The man she shaved stood up. "Thank you for your service, ma'am." "Pleasure." Her eyes focused on her razor and barely smiled. Jamie cleaned the blade on one of her cloths. "The four pounds or my lap, mi' lady." The girl took the money out of her pocket with her other hand. "Worth every cent." She blinked as the object was placed back into her coat pocket. Jamie left down the stage and through the street.
A hand on her shoulder stopped her. "I'm impressed. How long have you been shaving?" "Four years sir." She blinked, her eyes tearing up. "You won fair and square love. Don't doubt yourself." "I never said I did." Her voice was still the same. "May I ask for your service?" "My own establishment is non existent." "Pirelli did a horrible job." Her head rose at his face. Only one fourth of his face was shaved. "I'm sorry to hear that. I heard there is a parlor on Fleet Street." She kept walking with him. "Are you in a hurry somewhere?" "Indeed. I bid you farewell." The girl left then hid under a stair case, quietly crying.
"It's you." The man who tripped her knelt down. "Yes sir. Can I help you?" "Come in before you get sick." He took her arm and led her into the pie shop. "Why would it matter?" The woman turned her head. "Ah. That bloody Italian didn't deserve to win. Sit." Jamie sighed and sat in a booth, putting her hands flat on the table and resting her chin on them as she stared at the ground. "Don't be so hard on yourself love." She glanced at the woman then back at the floor. "Why?" The girl whispered.
"You're of use." She glared at the man. "What part of me do you want? I only serve one or the other." Mr. T blinked then shook his head.
"Why don't you eat something?" The woman set down a meat pie. Mr. T stared at her, meaning 'Are you trying to kill her?' "I'm not hungry ma'am, but thank you." 'Thank god.' Jamie stood up and fixed her coat. "Why don't you lay down. I'll fix you some tea." The girl continued to stare at the ground. "Come. Much to discuss." He led her inside the living room and took off her coat. "Sit." She obediently did so on a couch. He sat in a chair across the room and half smiled. "Smile." Jamie blinked and looked away. "What is your name?" "Jamie sir." "Jamie." He repeated in a whisper.
She sighed. "Here love. Don't burn your tongue." The woman set a large mug on a coaster. "Thank you ma'am." Her voice was still monotone. "Ms. Lovett." The girl took the mug by the handle and quietly sipped the beverage. "What was it you wanted speak of? Mr.." "Todd. Sweeney Todd. And I want you as my apprentice." Jamie set down her mug and cleared her throat. "I appreciate your offer, but business will die within the first week if I were there. Jeopardy." "Then it's settled then." "What is?" Mr. Todd stood up and looked out a window into the midday sky. "Die." He whispered with narrowed eyes at Judge Turpin's house in the distance. "Die?" Jamie tilted her head. "Yes. I need your help."
"Why me?" He scowled. "Okay okay, I'll do it. May I suggest our first customer to be Judge Tur.." "Yes." The girl blinked. "That man deserves not another breath." She spoke then sipped her drink. "He slapped me on the cheek because I was unaware of the location of Fogg's Asylum." "When was this?" Mr. Todd sat back down in his chair. "Three hours ago. Before you tripped me." He sighed. "Never forget and never forgive Mr. T." "Tell you what." He stood up and took her hand. "Yes sir?" "We'll start bright and early tomorrow." Jamie nodded. "Last thing." "What?" "Smile." She shrugged and looked into his eyes. The girl sighed and rose to her feet. He blinked and pecked her left cheek. Jamie then smiled. "Better." Mr. Todd hugged her at the waist. Without any question, their lips softly met. The girl sighed as her heart started to beat faster. "How old are you Jamie?" "I'm twenty three." "Forty four." "Age is just a number Mr. Todd." She smiled and so did he. Their lips met again, a bit rougher.
His hand rested on her near-flat chest. "Don't be nervous." He whispered. She blushed. "I'm not." The barber rested her head against his chest and slowly moved side to side. Jamie hummed then closed her eyes.
Ms. Lovett entered the room and pressed her lips. The girl rose her head as he planted his lips on her forehead. "Mr. Todd." Jamie quickly separated from him. "Yes? What is it?" She frowned. "I thought you were discussing business matters." The girl went to leave the room when Ms. Lovett blocked her with her arm. "What were you doing?" "Uhh.." "It wouldn't be nice if I took something from you, would it?" Mr. Todd sighed and walked over. "We are not in a relationship, pet. Nor am I with you."
The woman teared up. The barber groaned and turned his head to the girl. "Leave us." His lips moved but no sound came out. Jamie nodded and took her coat before exiting the pie shop.