The Famous Couple, chapter 2
"MEL GET UP! INTERVIEW IN SAN FRAN! GET UP!" Vicky yelled shaking Mel awake.
"I'm awake Goddammit!" Mel yelled.
"THEN GET IT DONE!" Olive yelled laughing, and pulling the covers off of a very cranky Mel.
"Get in zee shawah! You is dirty!" Vicky said, making Penny laugh. Mel grumbled and grabbed her bathroom stuff and dragging it into the echoey bathroom. The bathrooms weren't that bad in the warehouse, but they weren't the best. First of all, the bathrooms in this wing were tiled, and their room was carpetted. The people who were really in charge of the whole place, (yes there are people in charge) fixed up all of the rooms so that they were at least half-way decent, and anyone could do anything they wanted to the rooms as long as they weren't knocking walls out. The bathroom was meant for a small office space, not necessarily a space shared by five women, and possibly more to come. The bathroom had a shower installed where another stall of the bathroom was supposed to be. The girls were lucky though, some of the rooms on the lower wings had no showers, and a lot of the girls, sometimes guys would come and bum showers off of other people.
Mel stepped into the shower, and let the warmish water flow over her. She was nervous as hell. The bathroom stereo blared a very loud Blitzkreig Bop. She sang along to calm her nerves. She got out of the shower and walked to her corner of the room to find that the girls had layed out her clothes for her. She found her black and pink striped blazer, and threw it over a black button up shirt, and loosly hung a black tie around her neck. She pulled on her tight black dickies, and secured them around her waist with a studded three row. She tore apart her wardrobe closet for the perfect shoes, and decided on her black and white Creepers, her 'Tre Cool Shoes'. "Na na na na na na," Mel said, making random noises to calm those fussy nerves of her's. She blow-dried her black and red streaked hair all messy, and rimmed her blue eyes black, grabbed her truck keys, and ran out the door.
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"Yes, yes I think this is all good," Eric the manager guy said looking over her application. "I think you chose a perfect outfit for a job interview too. It's business-punk-chic. Very cool."
"Thank you," Mel said nervously.
"Very very good. Well Miss Finch, I believe you'll be an awesome model. Welcome to the team," Eric said shaking her hand.
"You're not worried about tattoos or anything? Because I have a few, so..." she trailed off. Eric waved his hand over the subject.
"Not in the least bit. We want our models to have freedom, just as long as you don't have naked women all over your arms..." he said laughing.
"Ah...no. No no no. Just stars," Mel said giggling.
"Well, would you like to get started? We have some new Adeline Records gear to model, and some Morbid Threads clothing. If you want we could start right away." Mel's smile widened.
"That'd be great! I'd love to! Morbid Threads is my favorite brand, and I love Adeline!" she said. Eric smiled.
"Ok, then let's get started!"
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"Wow, money, lots of money," Mel said looking at her first paycheck. The girls gathered around.
"Wow, that's alot for only a month!" Penny said, eyes as big as saucers. Mel nodded.
"This is an awesome job, they don't even have any requirements or rules!" Vicky gasped.
"My boss says I shouldn't go tanning, and I should wear lots of sunscreen to keep my gothic pale complexion. Other than that, there are like no requirements, and that is really more of a suggestion than a requirement!" Mel said, patting her face a little. The girls were awed. Vicky and Olive had jobs at Rawk, a local punk-goth club. Penny had recently gotten a job at Zumiez. They all loved their jobs very much, and were very happy that they had enough money to splurge.
"To live, and not to breath..." Mel sang softly, walking out into the clear Oakland weather.
"Mellard! Hey come hang with us for a bit! We're going to Rudy's soon, wanna join us?" Dave yelled from another end of the giant warehouse lot.
"Yeah sure! Sounds good. Whatcha'll up to right now?" Mel asked walking over to where they were sitting.
"Just listening to a little old skool Green Day. Hey we're all gonna get tickets to their concert. You should join us. Are you still in love with the drummer?" Dave asked slyly, with a crooked smile. Mel blushed.
"You mean Mr. Tre Cool? Huh, I guess. I really want to meet him. That'd be cool," she said kicking a half used joint into the dirt with her 'Tre Cool' shoe. Her ears perked up to hear hitchin a ride. "Ooh! Hitchin' a ride... I like," Mel said starting to rock out to it.
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"Wow, this place hasn't changed too much," Billie Joe said walking down the road to the warehouse.
"Yeah I know, look at all these people. It's only the people that seem to come and go. Cool," Mike said looking at the passing people. It was cool walking around this area for them. People seemed to know that they were of course, them. I mean c'mon, their fucking Green Day for crying out loud. The passing people would smile, nod their head in acknowledgement to their presence. No one, except the occasional teenie that the local punks had slipped by would come up to them demanding for autographs, or kisses or whatever. Oh no. The guys knew what great deal of respect the locals had for a rock star who wasn't doing a show. They knew Green Day were normal people, and they left them alone.
"Maybe there'll be hot chicks here!" Tre gasped. Billie Joe and Mike looked at each other, and then at Tre.
"Hey man, keep the 'on hitting' to a bare minimum okay?" Billie said stopping and grabbbing Tre's shoulder and looking into his eyes to make sure he got the point.
"Okay fine. Bare minimum. That means I get to a little though!" Tre squeeled taking off ahead of them.
"Ah Tre. What would we do without him?" Billie mused.
"GET MORE SLEEP!" Mike bellowed into his friend's ear causing him to jump. Mike rubbed his eyes.
"Ah well, at least we don't have to invest in any alarm clocks." Billie Joe said shaking his head and walking onward. Meanwhile, Mel was having a blast rocking out to Hitchin' a Ride. She moved her hips, lifted her hands above her head, and closed her eyes. Some of the local guys were having fun watching her dance. Escpecially one non-local.
"I'm awake Goddammit!" Mel yelled.
"THEN GET IT DONE!" Olive yelled laughing, and pulling the covers off of a very cranky Mel.
"Get in zee shawah! You is dirty!" Vicky said, making Penny laugh. Mel grumbled and grabbed her bathroom stuff and dragging it into the echoey bathroom. The bathrooms weren't that bad in the warehouse, but they weren't the best. First of all, the bathrooms in this wing were tiled, and their room was carpetted. The people who were really in charge of the whole place, (yes there are people in charge) fixed up all of the rooms so that they were at least half-way decent, and anyone could do anything they wanted to the rooms as long as they weren't knocking walls out. The bathroom was meant for a small office space, not necessarily a space shared by five women, and possibly more to come. The bathroom had a shower installed where another stall of the bathroom was supposed to be. The girls were lucky though, some of the rooms on the lower wings had no showers, and a lot of the girls, sometimes guys would come and bum showers off of other people.
Mel stepped into the shower, and let the warmish water flow over her. She was nervous as hell. The bathroom stereo blared a very loud Blitzkreig Bop. She sang along to calm her nerves. She got out of the shower and walked to her corner of the room to find that the girls had layed out her clothes for her. She found her black and pink striped blazer, and threw it over a black button up shirt, and loosly hung a black tie around her neck. She pulled on her tight black dickies, and secured them around her waist with a studded three row. She tore apart her wardrobe closet for the perfect shoes, and decided on her black and white Creepers, her 'Tre Cool Shoes'. "Na na na na na na," Mel said, making random noises to calm those fussy nerves of her's. She blow-dried her black and red streaked hair all messy, and rimmed her blue eyes black, grabbed her truck keys, and ran out the door.
---
"Yes, yes I think this is all good," Eric the manager guy said looking over her application. "I think you chose a perfect outfit for a job interview too. It's business-punk-chic. Very cool."
"Thank you," Mel said nervously.
"Very very good. Well Miss Finch, I believe you'll be an awesome model. Welcome to the team," Eric said shaking her hand.
"You're not worried about tattoos or anything? Because I have a few, so..." she trailed off. Eric waved his hand over the subject.
"Not in the least bit. We want our models to have freedom, just as long as you don't have naked women all over your arms..." he said laughing.
"Ah...no. No no no. Just stars," Mel said giggling.
"Well, would you like to get started? We have some new Adeline Records gear to model, and some Morbid Threads clothing. If you want we could start right away." Mel's smile widened.
"That'd be great! I'd love to! Morbid Threads is my favorite brand, and I love Adeline!" she said. Eric smiled.
"Ok, then let's get started!"
---
"Wow, money, lots of money," Mel said looking at her first paycheck. The girls gathered around.
"Wow, that's alot for only a month!" Penny said, eyes as big as saucers. Mel nodded.
"This is an awesome job, they don't even have any requirements or rules!" Vicky gasped.
"My boss says I shouldn't go tanning, and I should wear lots of sunscreen to keep my gothic pale complexion. Other than that, there are like no requirements, and that is really more of a suggestion than a requirement!" Mel said, patting her face a little. The girls were awed. Vicky and Olive had jobs at Rawk, a local punk-goth club. Penny had recently gotten a job at Zumiez. They all loved their jobs very much, and were very happy that they had enough money to splurge.
"To live, and not to breath..." Mel sang softly, walking out into the clear Oakland weather.
"Mellard! Hey come hang with us for a bit! We're going to Rudy's soon, wanna join us?" Dave yelled from another end of the giant warehouse lot.
"Yeah sure! Sounds good. Whatcha'll up to right now?" Mel asked walking over to where they were sitting.
"Just listening to a little old skool Green Day. Hey we're all gonna get tickets to their concert. You should join us. Are you still in love with the drummer?" Dave asked slyly, with a crooked smile. Mel blushed.
"You mean Mr. Tre Cool? Huh, I guess. I really want to meet him. That'd be cool," she said kicking a half used joint into the dirt with her 'Tre Cool' shoe. Her ears perked up to hear hitchin a ride. "Ooh! Hitchin' a ride... I like," Mel said starting to rock out to it.
---
"Wow, this place hasn't changed too much," Billie Joe said walking down the road to the warehouse.
"Yeah I know, look at all these people. It's only the people that seem to come and go. Cool," Mike said looking at the passing people. It was cool walking around this area for them. People seemed to know that they were of course, them. I mean c'mon, their fucking Green Day for crying out loud. The passing people would smile, nod their head in acknowledgement to their presence. No one, except the occasional teenie that the local punks had slipped by would come up to them demanding for autographs, or kisses or whatever. Oh no. The guys knew what great deal of respect the locals had for a rock star who wasn't doing a show. They knew Green Day were normal people, and they left them alone.
"Maybe there'll be hot chicks here!" Tre gasped. Billie Joe and Mike looked at each other, and then at Tre.
"Hey man, keep the 'on hitting' to a bare minimum okay?" Billie said stopping and grabbbing Tre's shoulder and looking into his eyes to make sure he got the point.
"Okay fine. Bare minimum. That means I get to a little though!" Tre squeeled taking off ahead of them.
"Ah Tre. What would we do without him?" Billie mused.
"GET MORE SLEEP!" Mike bellowed into his friend's ear causing him to jump. Mike rubbed his eyes.
"Ah well, at least we don't have to invest in any alarm clocks." Billie Joe said shaking his head and walking onward. Meanwhile, Mel was having a blast rocking out to Hitchin' a Ride. She moved her hips, lifted her hands above her head, and closed her eyes. Some of the local guys were having fun watching her dance. Escpecially one non-local.
