Puck
It was finally the end of the day. I had gotten in my jeep and was driving to the store before I headed home. 'home' being my small trailer I shared w/ my mom. It wasn't really a home. It wasn't safe. Although she worked 3 jobs just to pay the bills she sometimes was home. And that was the worst. There was no telling what she'd do.
I'd popped the CD Mr. Schue had bought for me into the CD player and was listening to it. The music filled the big cars silence. The person who was singing was the same girl wed seen earlier that day at the concert. I could already tell she was talented. Some of the songs I knew and some I didn't. I listened mostly to rock but her voice made me want to listen to everything. She did a great cover of 'stairway to heaven'. and her cover of 'house of the rising sun' was sensual and angry. when Leonard Cohen's 'hallelujah' came up I had to stop the car. I loved this song. And I think most people would agree.
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I was in the trailer later that night making pasta for dinner and listening to the CD when Cory called.
"Yeah?" I asked answering my phone.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey. I'm in the middle of making dinner right now."
I wondered what he wanted.
"Oh. Well I'm eating dinner."
"Oh."
I put the phone between my ear and shoulder and went over to the big metal pot of pasta and stirred it w/ the pasta fork.
"I've been listening to the CD."
Oh so that's what he wanted.
"Yeah me too. She is great," I said.
"Yeah. She is. Great voice and great body," Cory said.
"Yeah definitely. I wonder if she's made others."
"We can ask Mr. Schue tomorrow. And if she hasn't we can ask him to tell her we want some."
"Ok."
"Well I have to finish dinner," I said.
"Yeah me too."
"Bye."
"Bye."
We hung up and I went back to cooking.