Post by Hope Diamond on May 29, 2017 10:52:05 GMT -6
Now I can finally enjoy my breakfast as well.
Unlike some coaches I know I eat perfectly healthy. Rice, chicken, vegetables and fruits washed down with mineral water. No cheese coated sausages and marmalade dripping pancakes for me.
Still nothing can wipe that “I have won” smile off my face especially after I checked my smartphone about the FSW supershow. The company took notice of me, the fans took notice of me and surely the Brown-Eyed girl took notice of me.
There are not enough hateful comments for my taste yet though. I still have to work on that. But it´s a start.
The little card trick also worked well. That is what I love about Lou. He sure has a theatrical flair. All it took was five cards and people started to wonder. They are curious, confused perhaps. They surely want explanation what it was all about.
Exactly as it should be.
They will have to wait one show at a time to figure me out.
Finally I go over the Main Event, every moment of it, every move in great detail. This where I want to be, in the main event in the place of Miss Bad Hair Job who is now a champion. But it´s better her than one of the other jerks. I´m sure Otaki will keep the belt polished and shiny.
I don´t want a greasy strap around my waist.
My phone softly whistles the theme from “The Good, The Bad an The Ugly”.
It´s an SMS from Lou Thirteen.
:: Miss Diamond please do check with the receptionist::
First name basis is not Lou´s thing so he uses my new stage name and calls me Miss Diamond. I call him Lou anyway just to see if I can move his poker face but nope. He thinks of it as old-fashioned manners. Actually I wonder how he can send an SMS. I haven´t seen him yet handling anything more high-tech than a retro-style telephone that is so clunky and heavy I could use it for my weight training.
The Godfather was an old-fashioned man too so I accept Lou´s offer and check with the receptionist.
There is a new brown envelope for me.
We are going to Serbia for a show and now I have a bundle of information one the next future superstar who will feel cursed.
(OOC: In case you wonder: I drafted this post before I read Otaki´s OOC comment about shiny belts. After reading it I liked the line too much to remove it. Great minds do indeed think alike :-) )
Unlike some coaches I know I eat perfectly healthy. Rice, chicken, vegetables and fruits washed down with mineral water. No cheese coated sausages and marmalade dripping pancakes for me.
Still nothing can wipe that “I have won” smile off my face especially after I checked my smartphone about the FSW supershow. The company took notice of me, the fans took notice of me and surely the Brown-Eyed girl took notice of me.
There are not enough hateful comments for my taste yet though. I still have to work on that. But it´s a start.
The little card trick also worked well. That is what I love about Lou. He sure has a theatrical flair. All it took was five cards and people started to wonder. They are curious, confused perhaps. They surely want explanation what it was all about.
Exactly as it should be.
They will have to wait one show at a time to figure me out.
Finally I go over the Main Event, every moment of it, every move in great detail. This where I want to be, in the main event in the place of Miss Bad Hair Job who is now a champion. But it´s better her than one of the other jerks. I´m sure Otaki will keep the belt polished and shiny.
I don´t want a greasy strap around my waist.
My phone softly whistles the theme from “The Good, The Bad an The Ugly”.
It´s an SMS from Lou Thirteen.
:: Miss Diamond please do check with the receptionist::
First name basis is not Lou´s thing so he uses my new stage name and calls me Miss Diamond. I call him Lou anyway just to see if I can move his poker face but nope. He thinks of it as old-fashioned manners. Actually I wonder how he can send an SMS. I haven´t seen him yet handling anything more high-tech than a retro-style telephone that is so clunky and heavy I could use it for my weight training.
The Godfather was an old-fashioned man too so I accept Lou´s offer and check with the receptionist.
There is a new brown envelope for me.
We are going to Serbia for a show and now I have a bundle of information one the next future superstar who will feel cursed.
(OOC: In case you wonder: I drafted this post before I read Otaki´s OOC comment about shiny belts. After reading it I liked the line too much to remove it. Great minds do indeed think alike :-) )
