Joe rushed down 5th avenue, struggling with her purse while trying to put
on a pair of black pumps. She had forgotten to set her alarm clock, and now
she was running late for her job interview. Suddenly, out of nowhere,
someone stepped into her path making her trip face first to the ground. As
she went crashing to the ground, and came about a centimeter away from
hitting the pavement, a handsome young man caught her, saving her face from
connecting with the ground.
"Thanks," Joe said, as he helped her to her feet, she looked down at her shoe to see it was broken, "Damn. Now I'm never going to make that stupid interview."
"If you don't mind me asking, where do you have to be?" The guy asked her, his hand still placed on her back protectively.
"A job interview a few blocks from here," Joe sighed, disappointed.
"Well, if you want, I work right by here, we could stop in, get your shoe fixed, and a bite to eat," He suggested.
"Sounds like a plan, "Joe answered, "I'm Josephine by the way."
"I'm Chase," He smiled back, holding out his hand to Joe, "Shall we?"
"We shall," Joe smiled, taking his hand.
*** "Wow this place is pretty cool," Joe complimented, sipping her ice tea.
"Yeah, it's not to shabby. The pays good too," Chase nodded.
"Really? What exactly do you do?" Joe asked.
"I'm a bartender. It's a theme club, so actually, there's a bit of performing involved too," Chase explained.
"Wow, that's pretty cool," Joe said looking around.
"There's a couple spots open. Do you sing or dance?" Chase asked.
"Actually yeah," Joe smiled, "I really want to have a career in music, but so far no luck."
"I'm pretty sure they have a few nights next week that they need a musical guest. And you'd make a great cage dancer," Chase replied.
"Wow, thanks," Joe said sarcastically, and added a laugh to show she was joking," I think I'd much rather sing then dance."
"Let me hear what ya got," Chase instructed.
"Right now?" Joe questioned surprised.
"Sure why not?" Chase laughed.
"There's a lot of people in here," Joe pointed out, her eyes wide.
"Well, you're going to have to perform in front of people sooner or later," Chase responded. Joe knew he was right, and finally caved.
"Alright," Joe laughed. She cleared her throat and began to sing "I Will Survive". Just as she finished the song, the manager appeared, trying to find out what all the commotion was. Everyone in the restaurant was clapping. Joe blushed nervously.
"Wow girl, you got one set of pipes there!" The manager, an attractive woman not a day over 40, told Joe.
"Thanks," Joe thanked her, flustered.
"You got a job?" The manager asked.
"No..." Joe answered.
"Well you do now," The manager announced, "You can start as soon as possible. Chase here will explain everything." And with that, the woman went back to her work.
"See. All you have to do is put yourself out there," Chase grinned.
"I guess so," Joe laughed.
A/N: Just so ya'll know, there's a little "Ditey" centric song fic called Perfect that I did last week, so check that out. Also, I'm a little unhappy, I've only got 5 reviews, so in order to get me writing, you'll have to review!
Isabela
"Thanks," Joe said, as he helped her to her feet, she looked down at her shoe to see it was broken, "Damn. Now I'm never going to make that stupid interview."
"If you don't mind me asking, where do you have to be?" The guy asked her, his hand still placed on her back protectively.
"A job interview a few blocks from here," Joe sighed, disappointed.
"Well, if you want, I work right by here, we could stop in, get your shoe fixed, and a bite to eat," He suggested.
"Sounds like a plan, "Joe answered, "I'm Josephine by the way."
"I'm Chase," He smiled back, holding out his hand to Joe, "Shall we?"
"We shall," Joe smiled, taking his hand.
*** "Wow this place is pretty cool," Joe complimented, sipping her ice tea.
"Yeah, it's not to shabby. The pays good too," Chase nodded.
"Really? What exactly do you do?" Joe asked.
"I'm a bartender. It's a theme club, so actually, there's a bit of performing involved too," Chase explained.
"Wow, that's pretty cool," Joe said looking around.
"There's a couple spots open. Do you sing or dance?" Chase asked.
"Actually yeah," Joe smiled, "I really want to have a career in music, but so far no luck."
"I'm pretty sure they have a few nights next week that they need a musical guest. And you'd make a great cage dancer," Chase replied.
"Wow, thanks," Joe said sarcastically, and added a laugh to show she was joking," I think I'd much rather sing then dance."
"Let me hear what ya got," Chase instructed.
"Right now?" Joe questioned surprised.
"Sure why not?" Chase laughed.
"There's a lot of people in here," Joe pointed out, her eyes wide.
"Well, you're going to have to perform in front of people sooner or later," Chase responded. Joe knew he was right, and finally caved.
"Alright," Joe laughed. She cleared her throat and began to sing "I Will Survive". Just as she finished the song, the manager appeared, trying to find out what all the commotion was. Everyone in the restaurant was clapping. Joe blushed nervously.
"Wow girl, you got one set of pipes there!" The manager, an attractive woman not a day over 40, told Joe.
"Thanks," Joe thanked her, flustered.
"You got a job?" The manager asked.
"No..." Joe answered.
"Well you do now," The manager announced, "You can start as soon as possible. Chase here will explain everything." And with that, the woman went back to her work.
"See. All you have to do is put yourself out there," Chase grinned.
"I guess so," Joe laughed.
A/N: Just so ya'll know, there's a little "Ditey" centric song fic called Perfect that I did last week, so check that out. Also, I'm a little unhappy, I've only got 5 reviews, so in order to get me writing, you'll have to review!
Isabela