Post by Jessica E. Mathis on Jul 4, 2016 19:18:14 GMT -6
Jessica sits alone on her pink blanketed bed. Before her, a poster board is c-clamped to a piece of cardboard. She is working with great concentration on the white board with a red marker. Her head is tilted sideways, the tip of her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in focused concentration. Whatever she is doing, she pauses, wrinkles her brow and adds one or two more lines. She tilts her head to the other side and a smile slowly spreads, accompanied by a slight nod. She caps the marker and picks up a blue one. Uncapping this she leans over, almost bending in half to reach a certain spot. The marker lowers slowly, slowly to the surface. Suddenly she jumps, marker flipping from her hand. This reaction to the sound of her cell phone screaming for attention from it's place on the charging pad that rests upon her silver with pink glitter dresser. She swallows hard, slowing down the suddenly racing heartbeat. She unfolds herself and pads across the bedroom, brushing at her black knee length shorts and fussing with the lime green shirt tail that now decides to ball up and slip down the back of said shorts. She gets to her phone and slides it to answer.
Jessica Mathis: "Yeah?"
She is obviously not expecting the deep voice that calls forth from the speaker as she finally gets her shirt tail in order.
Landon Andrews: "Hey, bestie! Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Jess stops fidgeting with her clothes and picks up the phone, her smile brightening.
Jessica Mathis: "Landon! You crazy hunk of lighting guy! How's the Left Coast?"
Landon gives a hardy chuckle.
Landon Andrews: "Doing fine out here. Just got home from the staff Fourth party. These guys out here like wine too much. Never have cared for mis-stored grape juice."
Jess giggles as she walks to one of the two chairs in the corner near the door and flops down, legs crossing at the knees.
Jessica Mathis: "Yeah. I'm surprised Perry hasn't tried adding to the Palm's menu. He's going to update the food from classic bar fare to steak and cheese and onion rings. Just what we need. We don't have enough windows to open up and air the place out once the beefing starts."
Landon laughs.
Landon Andrews: "Steak and cheese, huh? I gas that is his idea of pub food. Anyway, I just wanted to check in, wish you a happy and safe Independence Day."
Jess smiles.
Jessica Mathis: "Why, thank you, kind sir. And the same to you. You have more of it left than I do."
Landon Andrews: "That's true. What are you doing?"
Jessica Mathis: "We're going to do a small, all instrumental gig tonight starting at 9:30 over at the VFW Hall. Most of the Veterans in the area will be there."
Landon Andrews: "Paid gig?"
Jessica Mathis: "Nah. We're donating this one. Mom wanted to come, but she can't get out of New York. You know how that is."
Landon Andrews: "Sure do. She's told me the story many, many times. Each time it just seems worse than the last."
Jessica Mathis: "True. Very true."
Landon Andrews: "Well, I'll let you get back to it. I assume you are making posters, as usual, so you probably have one to finish."
Jessica nods.
Jessica Mathis: "You know me so well. You be careful out there. Wildfires or no, I don't want you getting extra crispy."
Landon Andrews: "No worrles. I enjoy being Original Recipe too much."
With that, Landon hangs up, leaving Jessica lost in thoughts for a moment. Then, she gets up and walks back to the bed, setting the phone on the bedside table. She starts looking around.
Jessica Mathis: "Okay. What the hell did I do with that blue marker?"
She begins a frantic search, beneath the pillow, beneath the poster board. With a grump, she gets down on her knees and throws the edge of the blanket up on the bed.
Jessica Mathis: "Oh, come on! Where the hell ?"
She begins to rummage beneath the bed. Meanwhile, atop the headboard, an uncapped blue marker waits patiently to be discovered....
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HappyIndependenceDay!
Jessica Mathis: "Yeah?"
She is obviously not expecting the deep voice that calls forth from the speaker as she finally gets her shirt tail in order.
Landon Andrews: "Hey, bestie! Did I catch you at a bad time?"
Jess stops fidgeting with her clothes and picks up the phone, her smile brightening.
Jessica Mathis: "Landon! You crazy hunk of lighting guy! How's the Left Coast?"
Landon gives a hardy chuckle.
Landon Andrews: "Doing fine out here. Just got home from the staff Fourth party. These guys out here like wine too much. Never have cared for mis-stored grape juice."
Jess giggles as she walks to one of the two chairs in the corner near the door and flops down, legs crossing at the knees.
Jessica Mathis: "Yeah. I'm surprised Perry hasn't tried adding to the Palm's menu. He's going to update the food from classic bar fare to steak and cheese and onion rings. Just what we need. We don't have enough windows to open up and air the place out once the beefing starts."
Landon laughs.
Landon Andrews: "Steak and cheese, huh? I gas that is his idea of pub food. Anyway, I just wanted to check in, wish you a happy and safe Independence Day."
Jess smiles.
Jessica Mathis: "Why, thank you, kind sir. And the same to you. You have more of it left than I do."
Landon Andrews: "That's true. What are you doing?"
Jessica Mathis: "We're going to do a small, all instrumental gig tonight starting at 9:30 over at the VFW Hall. Most of the Veterans in the area will be there."
Landon Andrews: "Paid gig?"
Jessica Mathis: "Nah. We're donating this one. Mom wanted to come, but she can't get out of New York. You know how that is."
Landon Andrews: "Sure do. She's told me the story many, many times. Each time it just seems worse than the last."
Jessica Mathis: "True. Very true."
Landon Andrews: "Well, I'll let you get back to it. I assume you are making posters, as usual, so you probably have one to finish."
Jessica nods.
Jessica Mathis: "You know me so well. You be careful out there. Wildfires or no, I don't want you getting extra crispy."
Landon Andrews: "No worrles. I enjoy being Original Recipe too much."
With that, Landon hangs up, leaving Jessica lost in thoughts for a moment. Then, she gets up and walks back to the bed, setting the phone on the bedside table. She starts looking around.
Jessica Mathis: "Okay. What the hell did I do with that blue marker?"
She begins a frantic search, beneath the pillow, beneath the poster board. With a grump, she gets down on her knees and throws the edge of the blanket up on the bed.
Jessica Mathis: "Oh, come on! Where the hell ?"
She begins to rummage beneath the bed. Meanwhile, atop the headboard, an uncapped blue marker waits patiently to be discovered....
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HappyIndependenceDay!