A New Gig

[Iggy]

Aaron was ecstatic that he had just booked his first gig in Silverthorn. It felt so lovely to be able to play his music again. He had taken a break after the death Leo, he couldn't even look at guitar without seeing Leo on the ground with puncture marks in his neck, all bloody...The memory sent shivers down his spine. He loved this town though, it had a lot more creative flow, and he didn't have to be so responsible here. He had some guilt about leaving his family back in Toronto but it was so freeing to be on his own.

Aaron had been craving that freedom for so long. And now he finally had it. Granted, all he was doing with it was sitting in a cafe drinking a cappuccino, people watching through the window. But still, at least he had just gotten a music gig. And that made his day utterly perfect. He was pretty sure that nothing could bring his mood down. But he didn't want to even think about that kinda negativity. He did seem to have bad luck, and he didn't want to bring any bad luck to him. No not this time.

[Jisa]

Juliet Bolton

Shake hands, and shoot smiles all around,
As I sell my body by the pound.

Juliet counted the change in her hand: $5.22. Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair and pulled her cardigan tighter around her. She didn’t know what she had expected, after hopping on a train with only thirty five dollars in her pocket. Arriving in Silverthorn Crossing a few hours ago had been a real relief. However, Juliet hadn’t really thought out what would happen after she arrived here. She was sixteen, so technically she should be in school. This meant no job, because she didn’t look older than sixteen by a long shot. No job meant no money, and that meant no place to stay. This had turned out to be a horrible idea. She shivered in the cold spring air. Why hadn’t she grabbed a coat? Oh right, Nina was supposed to have taken both Jackson and her in, and none of this would have happened.

Juliet turned and rested her forehead on the cold brick wall of the cafe. It was really cold out here. Hell, what was she going to do with five dollars anyway? Might as well get a coffee, and try to figure something out in the warm diner. So she dragged herself away from the wall and pushed open the door, self-concious of the few stares she got. Wrapping her arms around her gaunt body, she strode up to the counter and ordered her white chocolate mocha- costing her three dollars out of her five. Money runs out fast, and Juliet still didn’t know what to do.

Sign my name on the dotted line,
It would be fate, do not resuscitate .