I don't own anything except.. umm... myself...
I also don't own Welcome to the Black Parade, my favorite song eva.
I lvoe everyone who reviewed on Chapter 2 .. and that would be...
Nobody.
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Oh yeah... BOLD is Scene's diary.
ALLONS-Y
Dear Diary,
The most HORRIFIC thing happened today. There was a WOMAN in Indie's office today. A WOMAN?! I only saw the back of her ( I knew it was a woman ) but I still don't know what to think...
Indie sat in his office that October morning. Sorting his vinyl record collection, Indie started to hum a tune he had heard...somewhere...
" When I was a young boy, my father took me to the city, to see a marching band-"
Scene. That's where he got it from. Scene. He needed something else to think about (other than her), so he stole her IPod. He had plenty of songs that he owned himself, but it was always nice to try something-WHAT WAS HE SAYING?! HE IS A HIPSTER AND A HIPSTER-
ALONE.
Indie glanced over through the door at Scene's desk. She was sitting there, annoying Intern 2.
That's my girl.
Though he loved to see Intern 2 being tortured, he wished it was him being talked to 24/7 by a funny-entertaining girl.
Better think about other things before his brain exploded by overload of thoughts about Scene.
The cold autumn wind blew against his face that morning and he was still in a slight blush. Utterly adorable.
But he didn't proclaim this, a tall skinny woman did when she walked through the door. Wearing a blue v neck sweater and uncomfortable looking slacks, the woman straightened her vintage glasses to look at Indie, her shinny blonde hair falling into her face. Having risen from his desk, Indie became face to face with the hipster.
"Not now mother."
Indie spoke softly in Danish, the only language his hipster mother wouldn't refuse to talk in. Indie's mother, looking a lot like Indie and his father in resemblance, started to rummage through her purse.
"You know you shouldn't talk to me like that /dreng/. Your nice girlfriend let me into the office and said that I could come in..."
Indies mother was cut off by Indie's loud voice filling the office.
"DID SHE SAY THAT?"
He grabbed his mother's shoulders in exasperation. After a moment, quietly, he whispered whispery:
"Did she say that?"
Indies mother looked taken back like she had just be struck in the head. She know knew exactly what was going on. So... Her little Indie had a crushhhhhhhhh.
"Umm well she did say I could come into the office...not the girlfriend part though..."
"I knew it! LOVE AND WORK CAN NEVER COME TOGETHER!"
Indie let go of the hipster's shoulders and looked at the floor.
"I'm sorry mother. What is your business in MyMusic today?"
The conversation in their foreign language continued until dark. Indie's mother dreamed of being a super star, but Indie refused the reverie. So with that, Indie's mother got on her horse, which was tied out front, and she rode away into the now snowy air. Still inside the small office , Indie started to pack up his belongings and headed for the stairs, down to his fix-gear, when he heard muffled chatter. Snippets of the conversation filled Indie's ears.
"A woman?"
"You're joking!"
"Just sing Taylor Swift - everything is better with some TAY TAY!"
Indie rushed towards the sound. Meeting room.
He ran.
Ear against the door, he listened.
"Maybe it was that dog's sis..."
"No. It totalllly couldn't be. Girl's know these things - duh- when a man loves a girl - we can tell."
"You saying I ain't smart BLONDE?"
"No I was just saying that she should get over Indie."
That was it. Indie ran to his office, out of instinct and let words slip out of his mouth onto the over com.
"Scene to Indie's office."
5 seconds - tops- it took for Scene to get there. Make-up perfect ( in Scene's 'special' way. ) , she couldn't have been crying. She flew into the chair and smiled as wide as she could.
"What do you want Indie?!"
Smiles. Why where there so many? How can you live like that?
I'm tired, so I'm just gonna end the chapter right here. Post what you want to happen in the comments.
-Antal