Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 7
Author's note- Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school's been hectic and I have been really sick. Please read and review my sucky story!
--- Chapter Eight---
Tasha lay against the hard motel bed. I can't believe I got evicted! First my job, now this. She rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. Seven- thirty. Well, she thought sullenly, I guess I better start job hunting, and house hunting. Suddenly, she remembered the events of the night before and plunged her hand into her nearby handbag. When she found what she was looking for, she twirled the little cream card over in her hands. She read the scrawled cell phone number. Should I call, she thought. She stared at the number, then picked up the phone and dialled.
"Hello, Stacy speaking!" a perky voice echoed over the line. Tasha wasn't ready for such a bright greeting so early in the morning. "Hello...... is anyone there? Hello?"
"Oh, umm....... hi, Stacy it's Tasha Dale. The girl from the club last night." she silently prayed that Stacy remembered her.
"Tasha, the singer? Hi, how are you? Have you thought any more about my offer?
"Well, umm......... actually I was wondering what the offer was. What exactly is World Wrestling Entertainment?
Stacy laughed. "That's where I work. You have real talent. Have you done any type of karate or boxing or whatever? The company is looking for someone like you."
"Yeah, I've done kick-boxing for a few years, and karate. Wait a minute, wrestling? You're a wrestler? I never would have picked it. I thought you were a model or actress or something. But I've never wrestled in my life! Sure I can punch some random in the nose but, wrestling? Oh this is really embarrassing I'm rambling" Tasha could feel her cheeks growing warmer.
"We don't just wrestle! We model, do commercials, photo shoots, travel all over the world. It really is lots of fun. And don't worry about the actual wrestling, that can be taught. How about I set up a meeting tomorrow for you. Will you be able to fly to Stamford? Just go to the address on the card."
Tasha read the card again. "I'm sorry, I can't afford to fly anywhere at the moment. I'm really sorry for wasting your time Stacy......."
"Hold it right there! I'm not letting you miss the opportunity of a lifetime. Be packed and ready to go by noon. I will call Vince and you can fly with the crew. Where are you now, I will come and pick you up myself."
"I'm staying at the Motel Six near the club, but you don't have to....."
Stacy cut her off again. "I will be there at noon. See ya!" And she hung up before Tasha could argue.
"Bye," she whispered into the phone. She looked around at all of her things packed into boxes. Well, packing won't be a problem, she giggled. I will just get Mom to come get the stuff I don't need She headed quickly to the bathroom to shower.
Author's note- Sorry I haven't updated in a while, school's been hectic and I have been really sick. Please read and review my sucky story!
--- Chapter Eight---
Tasha lay against the hard motel bed. I can't believe I got evicted! First my job, now this. She rolled over and looked at the alarm clock. Seven- thirty. Well, she thought sullenly, I guess I better start job hunting, and house hunting. Suddenly, she remembered the events of the night before and plunged her hand into her nearby handbag. When she found what she was looking for, she twirled the little cream card over in her hands. She read the scrawled cell phone number. Should I call, she thought. She stared at the number, then picked up the phone and dialled.
"Hello, Stacy speaking!" a perky voice echoed over the line. Tasha wasn't ready for such a bright greeting so early in the morning. "Hello...... is anyone there? Hello?"
"Oh, umm....... hi, Stacy it's Tasha Dale. The girl from the club last night." she silently prayed that Stacy remembered her.
"Tasha, the singer? Hi, how are you? Have you thought any more about my offer?
"Well, umm......... actually I was wondering what the offer was. What exactly is World Wrestling Entertainment?
Stacy laughed. "That's where I work. You have real talent. Have you done any type of karate or boxing or whatever? The company is looking for someone like you."
"Yeah, I've done kick-boxing for a few years, and karate. Wait a minute, wrestling? You're a wrestler? I never would have picked it. I thought you were a model or actress or something. But I've never wrestled in my life! Sure I can punch some random in the nose but, wrestling? Oh this is really embarrassing I'm rambling" Tasha could feel her cheeks growing warmer.
"We don't just wrestle! We model, do commercials, photo shoots, travel all over the world. It really is lots of fun. And don't worry about the actual wrestling, that can be taught. How about I set up a meeting tomorrow for you. Will you be able to fly to Stamford? Just go to the address on the card."
Tasha read the card again. "I'm sorry, I can't afford to fly anywhere at the moment. I'm really sorry for wasting your time Stacy......."
"Hold it right there! I'm not letting you miss the opportunity of a lifetime. Be packed and ready to go by noon. I will call Vince and you can fly with the crew. Where are you now, I will come and pick you up myself."
"I'm staying at the Motel Six near the club, but you don't have to....."
Stacy cut her off again. "I will be there at noon. See ya!" And she hung up before Tasha could argue.
"Bye," she whispered into the phone. She looked around at all of her things packed into boxes. Well, packing won't be a problem, she giggled. I will just get Mom to come get the stuff I don't need She headed quickly to the bathroom to shower.