AN: Just when you thought maybe possibly I had abandoned this story, I
proved you wrong. This story may not be much, mind you, but I would like to
say it would amount to something.
Have a Little Optimism
Lizzie and the rest of the people had been in New York for two weeks at this point. No romance had bloomed yet.
Lizzie woke up at a regular time on this particular morning. Eastern time had taken some getting used to, but she was just now getting into the scheme of things. She went down and ate breakfast.
For the past two weeks, all seven of them did pretty much nothing. Lizzie was pretty conservative with the money she had and only spent it on meals. Some of the others, on the other hand, were not as rich as Lizzie was at this point. These were the ones that went to concerts and partied most nights. Lizzie still struggled to read Florin and Melanie, but for the most part, they were not too bad. The cameras? Yea, they were an annoyance in Lizzie's life, but she ignored them most the time.
Today, however, was going to be different. Today, they were going to find out their job assignments. The producer of the show announced it to them a week ago, and most of the people were ever so eager to work, no matter what the job entitled. Lizzie, on the other hand, was wondering what they were going to do. I mean, Lizzie had job experience from the Digital Bean and working at a Bakery in the summers, but she never had to sit in an office or anything.
Seven Packages came at around one o'clock that day. It was Reid who noticed them and brought them up. Florin, probably the one with the least amount of cash of everyone, practically tore open the accompanied letter.
She read it aloud.
Dear Real World: New York at its Finest,
How is life in NYC so far? In the packages included contain uniforms to your new job. You are t be working in the mailroom for ABC Studios. (Where they film Good Morning America as well as many other shows.) It is not only the mailroom, however. You start Monday, but please come tomorrow and you will be trained. Meet on the second floor lobby at ten AM. Do not be late!
Harry Frankenfurter Goebel,
MTV Production Assistant
Each of them opened their packages to find two T-shirts and a pass to ABC Studio ground. One of the shirts was navy and the other was gray.
Florin: Oh! (Sarcastically) These are so fashionable!
Reid: Oh! We get to work with TV! This should be fun!
Melanie: We are working in the mailroom.
Reid: So? Have a little optimism in your life, will you?
Melanie: I am just saying the truth: We are going to do favors for the little people at the station and hand them their mail.
Florin: I saw a movie about people working in a mailroom.
Tom: Let me guess they all dies at the end at the horror of the lost postage stamps! Every body run!
Florin: Oh, so we have a comedian, here.
Asandra: I think it will be fun.
Louis: Yeah, I think it should be an interesting experience.
Lizzie: I am looking forward to it.
Tom: Same here.
Lizzie left everyone and logged onto the computer provided in the house. She checked her e-mail, as she did everyday. She was very homesick. She missed her parents. She missed Matt. She missed Miranda. And she had to admit for some strange reason, she missed Gordo most of all.
"I wonder where Gordo is right now," Lizzie thought to herself. She supposed he was in New York right now or at least getting packed. How should she know . . .Gordo and Lizzie were not on speaking terms.
^Flashback to two Thursdays ago.^
Lizzie was sitting peacefully on her bed reading a magazine.
Tom: (from another room) Lizzie! Telephone! It is Gordo.
Lizzie walked up to the phone Tom was holding and took it.
Lizzie: Hello, Gordo?
Gordo: Hey babe.
Lizzie: Where are you?
Gordo: Oh, I am still in LA. I am so excited about coming to New York for college.
Lizzie: I can't wait to see you.
Gordo: So, how is the Real World?
Lizzie: Surreal.
Gordo: Ha! Describe the people to me.
Lizzie: Well, there is Asandra, who is really cool. Melanie and Florin are the two other girls. I haven't gotten to know them really yet, so I will keep you posted.
Gordo: What about the guys at the house?
Lizzie: I was getting to them. There is Tom, who is really cool; Reid, who seems cool as wll, ad then there is Louis, my roommate.
Gordo: Louis is your roommate?
Lizzie: Yeah.
Gordo: Are you two going out or something?
Lizzie: No. It isn't like that.
Gordo: I hope your parents believe you.
Lizzie: Oh, they know I would never do anything to let them down.
Gordo: I still don't know if it is such a good idea.
Lizzie: Well, put it this way, when you come and visit, where do you plan on sleeping.
Gordo: I guess in your room. But, that is different. My intentions are different.
Lizzie: How do you know his intentions are different from yours?
Gordo: I bet they are.
Lizzie: I bet they aren't. God! Sometimes you are such an over protective big brother!
Gordo: You think I am like a brother to you? After all we have been through?
Lizzie: Well, we have known each other all of our lives.
Gordo: I see your point. Well, if I am your protective older brother, then you are my whine-y brat younger sister.
Lizzie: How could you say that? I am not whine-y and not a brat.
Gordo: *under breath * Oh, beg to differ.
Lizzie: What was that you said?
Gordo: Oh, I BEG to differ.
Lizzie: Well, fine then. Have a nice life.
Gordo: Wait . . .
Lizzie did not wait. She hung up the phone with tears in her eyes.
^End Flashback^
Lizzie was crying once again on her bed when Tom entered the room.
Tom: Can I borrow this CD?
Tom looked at Lizzie and saw that she was crying.
Lizzie: Sure.
Tom: What is the matter? Why the long face?
Lizzie: * Sniff* what long face?
Tom: I am not blind, you know. I know you are crying.
Lizzie: I am sorry.
Tom: Why are you sorry?
Lizzie: I don't know.
Tom: Well, I won't bother you now, but anytime you want to talk, you have six good listeners here to talk with. In the mean time, listen to Reid's words of wisdom: Have a little optimism, will you?
Have a Little Optimism
Lizzie and the rest of the people had been in New York for two weeks at this point. No romance had bloomed yet.
Lizzie woke up at a regular time on this particular morning. Eastern time had taken some getting used to, but she was just now getting into the scheme of things. She went down and ate breakfast.
For the past two weeks, all seven of them did pretty much nothing. Lizzie was pretty conservative with the money she had and only spent it on meals. Some of the others, on the other hand, were not as rich as Lizzie was at this point. These were the ones that went to concerts and partied most nights. Lizzie still struggled to read Florin and Melanie, but for the most part, they were not too bad. The cameras? Yea, they were an annoyance in Lizzie's life, but she ignored them most the time.
Today, however, was going to be different. Today, they were going to find out their job assignments. The producer of the show announced it to them a week ago, and most of the people were ever so eager to work, no matter what the job entitled. Lizzie, on the other hand, was wondering what they were going to do. I mean, Lizzie had job experience from the Digital Bean and working at a Bakery in the summers, but she never had to sit in an office or anything.
Seven Packages came at around one o'clock that day. It was Reid who noticed them and brought them up. Florin, probably the one with the least amount of cash of everyone, practically tore open the accompanied letter.
She read it aloud.
Dear Real World: New York at its Finest,
How is life in NYC so far? In the packages included contain uniforms to your new job. You are t be working in the mailroom for ABC Studios. (Where they film Good Morning America as well as many other shows.) It is not only the mailroom, however. You start Monday, but please come tomorrow and you will be trained. Meet on the second floor lobby at ten AM. Do not be late!
Harry Frankenfurter Goebel,
MTV Production Assistant
Each of them opened their packages to find two T-shirts and a pass to ABC Studio ground. One of the shirts was navy and the other was gray.
Florin: Oh! (Sarcastically) These are so fashionable!
Reid: Oh! We get to work with TV! This should be fun!
Melanie: We are working in the mailroom.
Reid: So? Have a little optimism in your life, will you?
Melanie: I am just saying the truth: We are going to do favors for the little people at the station and hand them their mail.
Florin: I saw a movie about people working in a mailroom.
Tom: Let me guess they all dies at the end at the horror of the lost postage stamps! Every body run!
Florin: Oh, so we have a comedian, here.
Asandra: I think it will be fun.
Louis: Yeah, I think it should be an interesting experience.
Lizzie: I am looking forward to it.
Tom: Same here.
Lizzie left everyone and logged onto the computer provided in the house. She checked her e-mail, as she did everyday. She was very homesick. She missed her parents. She missed Matt. She missed Miranda. And she had to admit for some strange reason, she missed Gordo most of all.
"I wonder where Gordo is right now," Lizzie thought to herself. She supposed he was in New York right now or at least getting packed. How should she know . . .Gordo and Lizzie were not on speaking terms.
^Flashback to two Thursdays ago.^
Lizzie was sitting peacefully on her bed reading a magazine.
Tom: (from another room) Lizzie! Telephone! It is Gordo.
Lizzie walked up to the phone Tom was holding and took it.
Lizzie: Hello, Gordo?
Gordo: Hey babe.
Lizzie: Where are you?
Gordo: Oh, I am still in LA. I am so excited about coming to New York for college.
Lizzie: I can't wait to see you.
Gordo: So, how is the Real World?
Lizzie: Surreal.
Gordo: Ha! Describe the people to me.
Lizzie: Well, there is Asandra, who is really cool. Melanie and Florin are the two other girls. I haven't gotten to know them really yet, so I will keep you posted.
Gordo: What about the guys at the house?
Lizzie: I was getting to them. There is Tom, who is really cool; Reid, who seems cool as wll, ad then there is Louis, my roommate.
Gordo: Louis is your roommate?
Lizzie: Yeah.
Gordo: Are you two going out or something?
Lizzie: No. It isn't like that.
Gordo: I hope your parents believe you.
Lizzie: Oh, they know I would never do anything to let them down.
Gordo: I still don't know if it is such a good idea.
Lizzie: Well, put it this way, when you come and visit, where do you plan on sleeping.
Gordo: I guess in your room. But, that is different. My intentions are different.
Lizzie: How do you know his intentions are different from yours?
Gordo: I bet they are.
Lizzie: I bet they aren't. God! Sometimes you are such an over protective big brother!
Gordo: You think I am like a brother to you? After all we have been through?
Lizzie: Well, we have known each other all of our lives.
Gordo: I see your point. Well, if I am your protective older brother, then you are my whine-y brat younger sister.
Lizzie: How could you say that? I am not whine-y and not a brat.
Gordo: *under breath * Oh, beg to differ.
Lizzie: What was that you said?
Gordo: Oh, I BEG to differ.
Lizzie: Well, fine then. Have a nice life.
Gordo: Wait . . .
Lizzie did not wait. She hung up the phone with tears in her eyes.
^End Flashback^
Lizzie was crying once again on her bed when Tom entered the room.
Tom: Can I borrow this CD?
Tom looked at Lizzie and saw that she was crying.
Lizzie: Sure.
Tom: What is the matter? Why the long face?
Lizzie: * Sniff* what long face?
Tom: I am not blind, you know. I know you are crying.
Lizzie: I am sorry.
Tom: Why are you sorry?
Lizzie: I don't know.
Tom: Well, I won't bother you now, but anytime you want to talk, you have six good listeners here to talk with. In the mean time, listen to Reid's words of wisdom: Have a little optimism, will you?