:.Club Forty-Seven:.
written by: Roxyfoxy
Note: Rated For mild swearing, and possiblesex scenes.
Some original characters.
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Club 47.The name of that place still rings through my ears.
A place where underground musicians become the famous faces of today and yesterday.
Its memorable, something we all did on Fridays and Saturday nights. Paying only two dollars to get admission to watch these performers sing their hearts out.
The song " Only you" still is playing its soft, acoustic melody- written by a single musician whose heart was worn on his sleeve.
Every time I hear it, apart of me dies. This is song about me and nobody else will ever know that secret. Ever.
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The song was playing through the speakers of a CD player in McDonald's- a fast food joint that was now dominating every corner, on every street. Where new customers became regulars, reading the menu like a Webster's dictionary. Music wasn't even allowed; It was a policy that I chose to ignore. I needed to hear that voice from the music, the voice who got me this job and off the streets.
It was in the middle of the second chorus where I began to lip-sync to the words as customers were starting to stare as thought I was some alien from some galactic planet. Personally, I hated my job;It wasn't anything exciting. Customers would scream and yell at workers who forgot to put ice in their soda, or a single pickle on their hamburger. The only thing truly exciting was our breaks, or when Remy had the hamburgers stuck on the ceiling, again.
" Kagome seriously, how much longer are you going to play that CD like a broken record? He isn't a wonderful singer. Besides he's a one hit wonder. Inuyasha is dead remember?
Mary chimed, the backstabber of the whole entire company.
The veins in my head were slowly rising to the surface.
" Inuyasha maybe dead, even a one hit wonder but his music is still everywhere. So technically he's not dead yet."
A simple grin, even a response was enough to send her to the deep end.
" Ya well, its still crappy music. Its from the early 90's. Just do us all a favor, and it turn it off. If I hear one more whiny note your out of here. Back on the streets where you came from."
Mary sent a glare straight to me, and strutted outside to the door taking a cig break.
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Who the hell did she think she was?
It disgusted me that she lived off of her father's credit cards, wavered money around like she personally earned it. Yet here she was working at McDonald's. I figured money wouldn't buy her over the jobs she wanted- maybe just this particular one. She felt like she had the right to stab people where things hurt the most.
The sore spot for me was living on the streets; Roughest and deadliest period of my life. Where I became everything I've ever hated; a girl on the street.
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Inuyasha hadn't been famous back then, he was still struggling with his vocals and writer's block. Still trying to express his dying love for music. He still insisted on keeping his tattered jeans, his plaid button ups and the lengthy black hair. His trio of a band had just broken up, that had been together for at least five years. Soon around that time Club 47 was bought out, slamming a door of opportunity right in his face.
That summer night we were both at our weakest. The time where I used my body like a trashcan, pretending to love every guy who had a very fat wallet.
It was then Inuyasha came into my direction. His guitar case fumbling in his palms, and his head lowered to the ground. He looked straight at me but I knew he didn't recognize me. After all I was in a short skirt, baring mid-drift and skin. He would never expect Kagome Higurashi , a former lover reduced to this. To have a welcome home mat on the sidewalk.