Time After Time
By: ML Mowry
Chapter 2 ~ Prepared
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Satine got out of Marie's car in front of the club. She smiled and thanked Marie before the car sped toward the parking lot. She walked into the club, looking for Harry, the club's owner. Seeing him, she smiled and spoke in a bright, friendly voice which held no hints of the sadness from only fifteen minutes ago.
"Harry, how wonderful to see you!"
"Ah, chickpea!" Harry said. Satine shuddered inwardly, hating this nickname. "Are you ready for your number this evening?"
"Of course, Harry. I'm going to go and prepare." Satine said. She walked away. She could only stomach him for so long before he wore her down. Oh, well. At least he had never made a pass at her. She could remember the first club she'd worked in, she was only nineteen, and recently released from the orphanage she'd grown up in. The owner of the club was the sort who slept with the prostitutes he hired for his patrons. Anyhow, one night he'd tried to rape her. That was the end of her stay at his club. She may be a prostitute, but she was a ladylike one!
That thought nearly made her laugh out loud. Harry, though, was like a step- father to her, and she was glad for his guidance. She walked into the make- up room, where arie was waiting to do her makeup. She sat down, and soon the two were deep in conversation about the act tonight. When her makeup was done, Satine had nothing left to do but wait.
She lay on a couch and closed her eyes, but she didn't sleep. She thought of things, all sorts of things. Her life, Marie's life, the investor, and her humble home. She thought of Harry, and the other prostitutes here. There was Nini, a self-righteous bitch who had it in for Satine, and Baby Doll, a younger girl who kept to herself. There was Petite Princess, a midget, and Mome Fromage, fat as hell. There were others, too. None of them really liked Satine, and she made a point to avoid them if two or three were gathering
Then, in the midst of all these thoughts, a song came into her head. She looked about. None of the others were due in here for quite some time, and if she wanted to sing, she damn well would!
Another day has almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes I'd like to hide away somewhere, And lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war ('cause)
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
It's almost like the hard times circle 'round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing -
But I'm not dead
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight
Cause tomorrow's another day
And I am not afraid…
So bring on the rain
A/N: **Sigh** Hmm…this chapter's not my best. I am trying to give insight and foreshadowing, and it's not playing out right ;-) Oh, well. The next few chaoters should make up for it, I swear. Maybe this song wasn't the best? IDK…
By: ML Mowry
Chapter 2 ~ Prepared
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Satine got out of Marie's car in front of the club. She smiled and thanked Marie before the car sped toward the parking lot. She walked into the club, looking for Harry, the club's owner. Seeing him, she smiled and spoke in a bright, friendly voice which held no hints of the sadness from only fifteen minutes ago.
"Harry, how wonderful to see you!"
"Ah, chickpea!" Harry said. Satine shuddered inwardly, hating this nickname. "Are you ready for your number this evening?"
"Of course, Harry. I'm going to go and prepare." Satine said. She walked away. She could only stomach him for so long before he wore her down. Oh, well. At least he had never made a pass at her. She could remember the first club she'd worked in, she was only nineteen, and recently released from the orphanage she'd grown up in. The owner of the club was the sort who slept with the prostitutes he hired for his patrons. Anyhow, one night he'd tried to rape her. That was the end of her stay at his club. She may be a prostitute, but she was a ladylike one!
That thought nearly made her laugh out loud. Harry, though, was like a step- father to her, and she was glad for his guidance. She walked into the make- up room, where arie was waiting to do her makeup. She sat down, and soon the two were deep in conversation about the act tonight. When her makeup was done, Satine had nothing left to do but wait.
She lay on a couch and closed her eyes, but she didn't sleep. She thought of things, all sorts of things. Her life, Marie's life, the investor, and her humble home. She thought of Harry, and the other prostitutes here. There was Nini, a self-righteous bitch who had it in for Satine, and Baby Doll, a younger girl who kept to herself. There was Petite Princess, a midget, and Mome Fromage, fat as hell. There were others, too. None of them really liked Satine, and she made a point to avoid them if two or three were gathering
Then, in the midst of all these thoughts, a song came into her head. She looked about. None of the others were due in here for quite some time, and if she wanted to sing, she damn well would!
Another day has almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else could wrong
Sometimes I'd like to hide away somewhere, And lock the door
A single battle lost but not the war ('cause)
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
It's almost like the hard times circle 'round
A couple drops and they all start coming down
Yeah, I might feel defeated,
I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing -
But I'm not dead
Tomorrow's another day
And I'm thirsty anyway
So bring on the rain
I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
And I'm not gonna lose any sleep tonight
Cause tomorrow's another day
And I am not afraid…
So bring on the rain
A/N: **Sigh** Hmm…this chapter's not my best. I am trying to give insight and foreshadowing, and it's not playing out right ;-) Oh, well. The next few chaoters should make up for it, I swear. Maybe this song wasn't the best? IDK…