Well, I only got one review, so maybe it's not that good, but I'm putting up a new chapter as a Christmas present to myself, because I'm really liking this story, even if it's just because it's mine.
Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing.
Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)
Anthony works at the grocery store
Savin' his pennies for someday
Mamma Leone left a note on the door
She said,
"Sonny, move out to the country."
Oh, but workin' to hard can give you a heart attack
You oughta know by now
Who needs a house out in Hackensack?
Is that all you get for your money? And it seems such a waste of time
If that's what it's all about
Mamma, if that's movin' up then I'm movin' out.
Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat
At night he becomes a bartender
He works at Mister Cacciatore's down on Sullivan Street
Across from the medical center
He's tradin' in his Chevy for a Cadillac
You oughta know by now
And if he can't drive with a broken back
At least he can polish the fenders
And if that's what you have in mind
If that's what you're all about
Good luck movin' up cause I'm movin' out.
Sonny walked around Kelly's diner at the end of the night, clearing up tables. He hated that job and would much rather be working for Marco Terlione, his organization's boss, but it was a job and it paid. Still, he knew he could be doing better work than this. He knew it, and everyone else told him so. Including Bobbie, who owned Kelly's and told him that he should be doing better things with his time instead of just working there. He knew it was a compliment, but still, it pissed him off. She made it seem as if she didn't even want him working there.
He wiped down the last of the tables and then went upstairs to his room. He thought about the conversation he'd had with Terlione earlier that day, after he'd finished a job for him.
"I like you, Corinthos. You're a good worker," he'd said.
"Thank you, Mr. Terlione," Sonny said, confidently, but trying not to sound overly cocky. Sometimes that was hard for him.
"I mean it. You did a good job out there today. Your friends do good work too, but yours is superior. I can see you taking over for me one day. I don't have any sons. This is a spot that you would be good at. You're the first man I've had come work for me who knew what he was doing on the first day. Pay attention to these compliments, son. I don't give them out to just everybody."
"Yes, sir. But do you really think I could run this whole thing one day?" Sonny asked. He liked his work for Terlione's organization, but he could never see himself moving so high up in it. Now that the idea was in his head though, it seemed like something he might want.
"I don't say things I don't mean, Corinthos. You could rule my whole empire when I'm gone. Maybe even before that if you keep working like you do," Terlione told him.
"And if I work harder?"
He laughed. "Do you hear this?" he asked the man standing next to him. "That's the kind of thing I like to hear. If you work harder, you'll end up with power that will surpass even mine."
Sonny still couldn't get that last one out of his head. "Power that will surpass even mine." And Sonny knew that his boss was pretty powerful.
Yes, he wanted that kind of power. If he hadn't known it before, he did now. Power was what Sonny had wanted his entire life; the ability to effect the outcome of things. He wanted to have authority, to be able to control things.
He sighed. Sonny knew he would have to quit his job. And a room above Kelly's wasn't exactly the ideal place for an up and coming mobster to live either. He'd need a new place to live. He wondered if Terlione would help him out with that, because he had no idea where to start.
"Mike?" Sonny called as he made his way down the stairs. He had to quit right then and there. He was just itching for more work with the organization, and the more time he had, the more work he could do.
"Mike? Are you still here?"
Mike walked out of the kitchen and said, "Hey, Sonny. What can I do for you?"
"I have to quit this job," Sonny blurted out. "And I'm going to move out of my room soon too."
Mike nodded. "I hate to lose you. You're one of my best workers. But I understand that this is what you've got to do. Just promise me you'll be careful. That organization can be dangerous. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt."
"Thanks, Mike. I'll be careful. Well, I'm going to go back to bed. Good night."
"Good night, Sonny. Let me know around when you'll be moving out."
"I will."
Sonny went back to his room, happy for himself. This job meant that he could finally be something more than just the orphan kid that he'd grown up as. He would become something from nothing, and no one would be able to take that away from him.
Sorry it was so short, but the next few songs are shorter and therefore don't tell as much of a story. But after that they start to get longer. Please review.