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Post by ANNIE QUINN FOSTER on Sept 13, 2011 1:46:25 GMT -5
 Annie arrived at the teapot cafe with a smile on her face. She had finally managed to pull a few strings and get a gig at the Teapot Cafe. There were always a few, somewhat regular performances in there, but for the most part, they were rare. There were rumours about a new artistic sub-division of White Boat opening, but in the meantime, Teapot will have to do.
With a quick glance at her designated area, her heart leapt. She hadn't preformed in front of anyone for years. Music was kept mostly as a side project in case she had gotten bored. But before she could do anything, she needed to check in with the owner.
The owner, a small stout woman (much resembling a teapot herself), wasn't too happy about the arrangement. She didn't want locals to think that just anyone can land a job here. Also, she didn't feel that Annie preforming was suitable to the environment he wanted to have in the shop. But regardless, she had caved since she worked for the Fosters.
A lot of people thought Annie could do what she wanted because she worked for them. It wasn't true, of course. Rarely did she ever get special treatment. But once in a while, she would play it up and act like she had major connections. It was comparable to false advertising, but hey, you gotta do what you got to do.
When she reached the side counter to talk to the owner, she was eager to start already. Annie greeted the owner and told her that she was going to set up now. But the owner thought otherwise and sneaked in some rude comments. With a scoff, Annie retorted with a clever comment which lead to another rude comment from the owner. Their quiet argument had become louder and louder as it went, and soon the whole shop could hear them.
"I don't understand why I can't just play something. We had already made arrangements." she said, loud and clear. The stout lady was clearly frustrated. Her cheeks were a deep red and her lip was trembling. The owner excused herself for one moment. Probably going to go and try to recompose herself...
[/i] Annie scoffed to herself. In the meantime, Annie decided to be gently persistent and set up her area. She walked over to the free corner and pulled out her acoustic guitar from its case. Then, she made herself comfortable on the high stool that was there and began to tune up her guitar. [/center] Annie's thoughts..."Annie talking.""Other people talking"Status: finished!
Tagged: Roison !!
Notes: I hope it's alright P:
Outfit: to lazy to make one yet xD
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Post by ROISIN DOROTHY WILSON on Oct 3, 2011 18:22:27 GMT -5
========================================================  ======================================================== Since she had discovered the cafe and subsequently her best friend inside days before, Roisin Wilson had spent a great deal of time in Teapot. She liked the charm of the little place, and truth be told it reminded her of home, which made her feel a little bit more comfortable in the new country. Roisin was startng to feel a little bit homesick for Newtownards, but she was making an effort to try and ignore those feelings; there was no way she wanted to go home yet when her adventure was just beginning.
Roisin was sitting in the corner by a window with large hot chocolate and a copy of 'The Illustrated Man' by Raymond Bradbury, settled in for a couple of hours of reading. She was still staying in her hostel and as much as she was growing to like the other guests, they were rather noisy and talkative, providing the comepletely wrong environment to settle down with a book. 'The Illustrated Man' was an old favourite of Roisin's; she had first read it when she was eleven and nosying through her step fathers books and had subsequently fallen in love.
She was halfway through the first story found in the illustrated man of the changing room when Roisin's reading session was interrupted by a dispute going on between the owner of Teapot and a girl with a guitar. Roisin tried to go back to her reading, but the argument wasn't easy to ignore. With this in mind, Roisin decided it was perfectly acceptable to listen and find out what they were arguing about without seeming nosy. It was obvious that the girl was a musician, so the argument made sense when the girl exclaimed, 'I don't understand why I can't just play something. We had already made arrangements.' Roisin didn't know Teapot did live music. Maybe that was the point the owner was trying to make; they didn't.
Roisin continued to watch the argument unfold, but it was quickly finished as the owner went out the back of the cafe and the girl sat down in the corner beside Roisin's and started to tune up her guitar. Although she was probably going to make a nuiscance of herself, Roisin felt giddy to see another musician in White Boat and decided to strike up a conversation. "Hiya," she greeted, feeling they were close enough that she could stay where she was to talk instead of going over and standing awkwardly. "What type of music do you play? I'm a musician too, I play ukulele and drums though. Do you sing as well or just play?" Roisin mentally slapped herself for coming on so strongly. "Sorry, that was a complete psycho-babble. I'm Roisin." She wasn't sure why, but Roisin decided it was completely acceptable to introduce herself to a stranger that now probably thought she was a weirdo.
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