| The Reason Is You; het, Jason/OFC spin off of olyamet's "I'm the One..." | |
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| Orionhearted | Jan 14 2012, 10:06 AM Post #61 |
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| Auluna Raie | Jan 14 2012, 10:33 AM Post #62 |
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GO JASON!!! "Well, guess what, prick, there are people with more money than you, like me for example." PERFECT!! |
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| Voxx | Jan 14 2012, 11:13 AM Post #63 |
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I just read this fic in its entirety. Wow.... Where do I start? I think hands down you are my favourite author on this site. No one puts as much detail and thought into their writing the way you do. It reads like a real novel. It's outstanding! There is no way anyone would be able to tell that English isn't your native tongue. Everything is impeccable! The story you are crafting is both unique and captivating. I'm in love  And, I am seriously looking forward to the next chapter! |
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| olyamet | Feb 2 2012, 02:40 PM Post #64 |
Jäger.....
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| MetallicaObsessed | Feb 2 2012, 06:00 PM Post #65 |
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| Orionhearted | Feb 12 2012, 05:28 AM Post #66 |
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| tuesday's gone | Feb 12 2012, 11:41 AM Post #67 |
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 thanks girls, I'm so sorry for delaying this again, I keep backing up on my promises! An update is in the works, I hope to post it in the forthcoming days Thank you for following!!!
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| jØrdan | Feb 12 2012, 11:50 AM Post #68 |
Do I feel lucky...
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No worries!!! Still following
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| Voxx | Feb 12 2012, 11:52 AM Post #69 |
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Looking forward to it!!
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| tuesday's gone | Feb 22 2012, 12:56 PM Post #70 |
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It's a bird! It's a plane! It's an update!!!! Hello my dear girls! I won't even attempt to excuse myself for procrastinating. So, thank you all for your patience and understanding and sticking with this snail-paced updating. Thank you all for your kind words, without them everything would be so much harder. @Olya - I love you a bunch. You know you are crucial for every update! @ Jordan - you always manage to make my heart melt! Thank you!@Izzy - thank you! I guess "the talk" will come in the next chapter after all  @ Cassie- Thank you for reading and commenting (and poking) @MetallicaObsessed - great to see you reading!!! Thank you! @ Luna - Great to see you here!!! Thank you for commenting! @ Voxx - Stephanie, right? Sorry if I got that wrong. I'm really flattered, thank you for this huge compliment, I'm humbled! Thank you for joining the readers list and for taking time to read it all and comment, I really appreciate it! OK, here we go! I hope you'll find what follows worth the wait! _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 10 Next morning, a much more intelligent assistant than Simon’s ushered Jason into the office of Mr. Goodman, the owner of Madeline ranch. Mr. Bruce Goodman was a man approaching his seventies. His green twinkling eyes stood out on his rather pale, wrinkled face. They also contrasted his stern appearance. He looked strict but loving, demanding but forgiving. He radiated knowledge, confidence and experience. Jason liked him immediately . “I appreciate your agreeing to see me Mr. Goodman.” “You have a rather persistent assistant, Mr. Newsted, it was impossible to refuse. Now, I am sure he already informed you of my reluctance to take in your horse.” Goodman’s tone was stiff, but not dismissive. Jason knew there was no use in beating around the bush. “I will not pretend to know anything about horses. However, I know that you do. Your stables have impeccable reputation and I believe that it is the right place for Storm to be kept at. Now, in the process of looking for a good place for Storm, I happened to learn of your financial struggles. So, without any intention to appear disrespectful, I have a business proposal. I would like to invest in Madeline. I am prepared to accept any reasonable distribution of shares and powers. The professional part would be left to you exclusively. I have no knowledge or time to participate in that. My offer does include two conditions though. One is Storm, the other one is an employee.“ “Ms. Deschampes, I assume?” Mr. Goodman shot him a knowing look, leaning back into his chair, assuming a more relaxed posture. Jason smiled, slightly embarrassed. Was he that obvious? Or was this just life experience at work? The twinkling eyes smiled at him. “You were not the only one doing your homework Mr. Newsted. We are familiar with the work of Ms. Deschampes. In fact, we have considered employing her in the past, but we could not compete with her current employer. May I ask you something?” “Certainly”, Jason answered politely. “Why would a famous, young metal musician, such as yourself, choose to invest in horse breeding business? And how exactly does Ms. Deschampes fit into the story?” Warmth surged up Jason’s neck and all over his face. He assumed he was blushing. It was really pretentious and foolish of him to think that he could just pop into Goodman’s office with a crazy business proposal and be over with it in a matter of minutes. This was not Simon. This was a serious, clever, old man. And Jason sat before him blushing like a schoolboy. Well, here comes a point of no return, he thought and took a deep breath, looking up and meeting the twinkling green eyes studying him carefully. Goodman spoke first. “As I said, Mr. Newsted, you were not the only one doing your homework. Madeline is a family business. It has been a family business for three generations now. We have never had any outside employees, let alone partners. It is true that your offer comes at a very difficult time for us. I would like to see the ranch back at its full potential, there is no doubt about that. I would cherish a moment of peaceful sleep, not having to worry about the future of my staff and their families. I am therefore interested in your offer, as unusual as it may be. On the other hand, I am not willing to put my only possession and legacy at stake just for someone’s spur of the moment.” Jason uttered his response in a single breath. “Mr. Goodman, as a man of experience, I am sure you have been in situations when you craved for a change in your life. Radical change. I have recently found myself in such a situation. To quote you, my only possession and legacy, something that I invested my whole adult life in turned out to be… well, not what I had hoped for, let us put it that way. The road to this much needed change led me to…”, Jason paused. His heart skipped a beat and then started thumping, bringing up the memory of Magdalena’s soft lips on his. He sighed. “… to the horse I bought. The need to save this horse brought me to you.” “And the horse brought you to Ms. Deschampes?” “Well, no, it was the dog that brought me to Ms. Deschampes, but that is a whole different story”, Jason smiled embarrassed. “To cut the long story short, I saw what Magdalena, I mean, Ms. Deschampes, can do and I was impressed. I happen to know that Storm is very attached to her and I also happen to know that she is currently without employment.” His cheeks were burning by this point, he could feel the redness spreading under the probing gaze of Mr. Goodman. He kept his questioning eyes on Jason, making it clear that he wanted to know more. “I have made many mistakes, Mr. Goodman, hurting primarily myself in the process, but unwillingly hurting a few others along the way. This is my radical change and I am very serious about it. I am willing to agree to any provisions you deem necessary to protect your interests. I will not stand in your way, I have other commitments, album, tour, things you probably do not want to hear anything about. My assistant will be here for any emergencies. I would like to remain as inconspicuous as possible.” The old man nodded slowly. His arms were on the armrest, fingertips pressed together. He eyed Jason carefully, obviously mulling over everything Jason had told him. After a few silent minutes, Mr. Goodman smiled and spoke: “Very well, Mr. Newsted. We will be in touch. Would you like to remain present for Ms. Deschampes’ interview, she should be here shortly?” Goodman’s look turned from contemplative to amused. A new wave of heat spread over Jason’s face. He did not expect this turn of events. He made a mental note to admire Mr. Goodman’s proactive approach later on. “As I said, I do not intend to meddle in your running of the ranch. Employment issues included.” Jason cleared his throat. Mr. Goodman smiled knowingly. He still had this amused look about him. Jason again felt like a schoolboy, but it was a good feeling. Bruce Goodman just saw right through him. Instead of being uncomfortable about it, Jason felt relieved. He took the big step, now he needed support. Miraculously enough, he quickly found an ally in this kind old stranger. “All right then. The paperwork will be ready in a few days, if that is alright with you?” “Of course. It’s been a pleasure Mr. Goodman.” “I do hope we see more of each other, Mr. Newsted. Jason.” Goodman said warmly. ............................................................................................................................................................................ Magdalena could not believe her luck. Just a day after that horrible showdown with Simon she answered a phone call from Madeline. She almost dropped the phone when the voice on the other side of the line introduced himself as Bruce Goodman, the owner of Madeline, and asked her if she would be interested in working for him. She blurted out a “yes” a second later. Madeline was a dream come true. They never took in employees from the outside and she had never dared apply, thinking that they must consider her unworthy of the position given that on the few occasions she met Mr. Goodman she was with Simon and there was no real chance of proving herself in such circumstances. Driving to Madeline on her first day of work, she mused about the strange, unexpected turns in her life. There had always been this inexplicable balance preventing her from having it all. When she thought she was happy with Luc, it turned out it was all a lie. When she lost everything and when her father almost died, she got the scholarship for graduate studies without breaking a sweat. When things would be rough at home, or with Simon, her horses would do well, and she would still be satisfied with at least one aspect of her life. She always worked hard to make herself believe she was happy with the way things worked out. She lost all hope of reviving her emotional life when Jason walked into the picture. Jason. Her fingers wrapped around the steering wheel tighter, leaving thin traces of sweat on the dark plastic. Damn it, Magdalena! Why did her heart sink so heavily, every time she would think of him? Why couldn’t she just let it go, close that particular chapter and just move on? Why did she return to his words almost every night, analyzing them to the point of exhaustion that finally brought sleep on her tired eyes? “I have never thought of you as a rebound girl.“ She turned the music louder, shaking the words off. I guess it was necessary, this huge blow, this failure. It was necessary for the balance. It got me to Madeline. It ended the sick bond with Simon. I had to fail somewhere. She sighed heavily and parked the car. Mr. Goodman had given her a tour around the stables and introduced her to everyone a day before. They were all pleased to have her. To her amazement, they were familiar with her work. She was more than Simon’s vet here. For the first time in years, she felt appreciated, useful, advancing. The balance, she thought, approaching Storm’s stall. Fulfilled professionally, drained emotionally. Can’t have it all, she smiled sadly to herself. Storm pawed the ground excitedly. She stroked his gracious long neck and greeted him. Something bright yellow in the corner of the stall caught her eye. It’s vibrant color stood in sharp contrast to Storm’s shiny black coat. She squinted to see what it was, as she took a few steps forward. It was a sunflower with a note on it. The note said “Have a great first day”. She smiled. How nice of Mr. Goodman, or her colleagues. She put the flower in water and took it home that day. It brought much needed brightness into her living space. It made her smile when she woke up and started getting ready for work the following day. When she walked into Storm’s stall the next day, there was a fresh sunflower waiting for her. She took it home. By the end of the third day, three sunflowers shone brightly in the vase in her living room. Soon enough, she needed a bigger vase. And an answer to the question who was behind this. She suspected Steve, a really nice and friendly guy. Steve was also a new employee at the ranch. They connected quickly, which was no surprise. He was extremely pleasant company and had a great sense of humor. They managed to cover all sorts of topics, without ever going into the awkward zone of personal life. That was the exact kind of company Magdalena needed. One day she bumped into Steve right at the entrance to the stables. He mumbled an apology and excused himself with his signature smile, saying he was in a hurry. Magdalena’s eyes flew to the known spot in the stall and sure enough, there it was, a fresh sunflower. After that day, she considered confronting Steve about the flowers. She decided not to make a fuss because she did not really know how to start that conversation and she had no backup plan in case Steve turned out not to be her secret admirer. He never gave off any signals that would make her think he wanted something more than friendship. Finally, she decided to wait a bit longer. Meanwhile, sunflowers became a part of her daily routine. By now a huge bouquet took up a central position on the table. That day, as usually, she walked to the corner of the stall to pick up her daily portion of brightness, when she noticed a note on the flower. Her heart started beating faster and she frowned at herself for behaving like a schoolgirl as she unfolded the note with shaky fingers. It was not what she had expected. There was no message, just two tickets to a show. She read the writing, struggling for a moment to remember why the name sounded so familiar. It took only a few seconds to remember. Her knees buckled. Her heart raced, her own heartbeat resonating in her ears deafeningly. Air stuck in her throat, making her grimace funnily, her lips trapped half way between a gasp of shock and smile of excitement. She stroked the petals absentmindedly, while trying to come to terms with this discovery. Jason, her inner voice whispered softly and her heart responded to the name loudly. So the flowers were from him. All those days… The flowers she so diligently collected and nourished and enjoyed the sight of in her home, they were from him. He kept his distance, as she requested, but he stayed close, as she secretly hoped he would. Was that pathetic? Hoping that he would? Should she go? Should she just drop it? Be honest with yourself, Magdalena! She searched her soul over and over again, every night since the unfortunate turn of events at Jason's. She worked hard to preserve her resentment of him, of herself, of everything that happened. She failed. The resentment faded away with time. The bitterness gave way to regret. Emotions gave way to reason. Anger gave way to…. Forgiveness? This was his peace offer. Should she take it? If she did, it was a chance to save a friendship. God knows she did not have a lot of friends. If she did not, she would end up wondering about what might have happened. There was no way she would put herself through that. This was a perfect way to close the Jason chapter. The only question was, did she really want to. “Would you be interested in going to a gig with me on Thursday, it’s this new band, I got tickets from a friend?” she asked Steve during their lunch break that day. “Sure, I’d love to!” Steve smiled and started typing a text message on his cell. “When should I pick you up?” ...................................................................................................................................................................................... Jason stretched his neck and arms backstage. He cracked his fingers. He walked around the room, did a few jumps. He shook his arms and legs. He sat down. He stood up. He checked his guitars. He sat down again. A raging hurricane of thoughts and emotions made him tremble. Lars was there. He saw him. Lars and the camera crew. Jason snorted bitterly. You had to come and see if I would make a fool of myself. He gritted his teeth in anger. Fucking camera crew. He brought the fucking camera crew!!! He kept mum for months prior to his leaving the band. He never said a fucking word. He watched everything fall apart and he never once bothered to try and reason with James. He never spoke to him after the incident with Angel. But he was here now. With the camera crew. He managed to find a way to use and abuse him, even after he had left the band! Why don’t we capture Jason’s attempts at redefining himself on film. Such an amusing material for our we-haven’t-tried-this-yet documentary turned damage-control reality show. Jason paced in circles nervously. Doubts and fears circled around him like hungry blood hounds, waiting for the right moment to bite at his flesh. What am I doing? Was this the right thing to do? A fresh start after fifteen years? That’s just plain pathetic! Fucking suicide! He felt teeth sinking deep into his flesh. He fought for air, his own heart rate chocked him. He rummaged through his things in panic. Finally his fingers glided over the cold square shape of his cell phone. He reread Steve’s message for what must have been a hundredth time that day. “She’ll be there”, the message read. He managed to take a deep breath. His band mates joined him. They exchanged fist bumps and went out on stage. Let the show begin. Magdalena shifted weight from one leg to another nervously. She tried to fake coolness in front of Steve, but was quite convinced that he did not buy it, especially after he had caught her not listening to what he was saying for two times in a row. She sipped on her Corona and scanned the crowd. She noticed some cameras in the opposite corner. Everything else was a blur and her thoughts were just a winding stream of consciousness. Were boots the right choice? Should she have tied her hair? Was she wearing too much makeup? Was Jason nervous before his first show? Would he see her there at all? Should she somehow let him know of her presence? A commotion happening around her brought her back to the real world. Steve nudged her and nodded towards the stage. Two young guys went out first followed by a known bush of curls. She felt the bottle sliding through her hand and caught it last minute, never taking eyes off Jason. "It's the first day of spring today, and it's a fresh start for all of us right here," Jason said, scanning the crowd confidently. And then they started playing. Magdalena stared at Jason on stage, mesmerized by the sight of him and completely oblivious to everything else, even the music that she registered but did not really hear. She absorbed the energy he was sending off and floated in an empty space carried by the incredible amount of power emanating from him and his guitar. She watched Jason’s fingers rushing all over the instrument, gripping it tightly, squeezing out its maximum, his knuckles white from the grip, his muscles tense as he ran to and fro on the stage. Drops of sweat flew around him as he headbanged with his band mates. His face was happy as he addressed the crowd from time to time. She witnessed a dimension of his person that was completely new to her. It put the little knowledge she had had of his past into a completely new perspective. She suddenly became aware of the magnitude of his leaving the band. His explanation, about the meeting with the documentary crew the day when she came to his door, now made much more sense to her. The sadness lurking in his eyes now had an obvious cause. This was where he felt accomplished and fulfilled. This was where he felt free. This was what he craved and felt deprived of. This was his ranch and his horses. He wanted her to see it. But she did not only see it, she felt it, she lived it and breathed it with him. Still unable to keep her eyes away from Jason, Magdalena felt the need to share her excitement with someone. She almost forgot Steve was there with her. She leaned in and shouted in his ear, over the music. “Isn’t the bass player amazing?” “Yeah, he is. He has been, for fifteen years I’ve known him” Magdalena thought she must have misheard something, the music was really loud. “What?” “I said, he has been amazing for fifteen years, which is how long I’ve known him”. She took a step back and looked at Steve. He must be messing with her. Steve flashed her his smile, shrugging apologetically. “I’m sorry, but I was forbidden from telling you anything.” He nodded towards Jason who was in the middle of a bass solo. Magdalena just stared at him, without a word, and Steve started panicking. “OK, listen, there’s no hidden agenda, or anything creepy, really. I used to work as Jason’s personal assistant while he was with Metallica. We became good friends and we still are. When he bought….” Steve bit his tongue. “I was the one leaving sunflowers for you. Upon his request. He was afraid you might turn him down, if you knew they were from him. I don’t know why, he never told me. But believe me, he was desperate for this to happen.” “But, how did he know I was at Madeline now? How did you end up at Madeline? Don’t tell me it was just a coincidence?” “It wasn’t. But I think you should really talk to Jason about it. I’m pretty sure he’s eager to talk to you.” Magdalena sighed and turned her attention back to the stage, processing the new information she just learned. The woman inside her was excited and flattered. This all sounded very romantic. He really went the extra mile to get her to talk to him, she could not deny that. The realistic, reasonable Magdalena, the one who had been lied to, cheated and deceived before was suspicious. There were too many unanswered questions. Did Jason have something to do with her employment at Madeline? Did that mean that she had not been employed for her professional qualities after all? The thought made her sick instantly. The room felt too crowded. She needed air. “I’m gonna go out for some fresh air.” She shouted over to Steve and started pushing her way out of the crowd with speed, not waiting for an answer. Steve’s words “But it’s the last song” got lost in the surrounding noise. As the door of the club closed behind her Magdalena heard the crowd calling for an encore. She stepped out and opened her mouth to take a deep breath, but someone pushed her violently and she bumped into someone’s back in front of her. “Hey!” she yelled, trying to locate the offender and then quickly turned to apologize to the person she accidentally hit. “I’m really sorry, someone pushed me, are you alright?” “Yes, I'm ok, don’t worry.” A woman with the most mesmerizing green eyes smiled at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful with long dark hair framing her face and, although her eyes were pained and sad, she smiled at Magdalena kindly with full, sensual lips. The woman turned and walked away briskly. Magdalena watched her for a few seconds. She looked vaguely familiar. Those eyes… She must have seen her before. Magdalena then remembered the real reason why she was standing outside. What should she do? She paced in circles slowly. Her thoughts were incoherent flashes of past moments. His desperation when he brought Ted to her office, his pleading eyes when he invited her to his place, their conversation at the picnic, the hug in the car, his scent, the feeling of safety his arms offered, his kiss fierce and detached, his touch aggressive, his whisper when he called her later, those words, the sunflowers in her vase. Her heart sank and jumped at every flash, her breath short, her pace uneven. Finally she stopped, closed her eyes and cleared her head. She came back inside resolutely, pushing her way through the crowd that was now streaming towards the exit. Steve was nowhere to be seen. He was probably backstage or something. She lingered at the bar some more and then decided to give Steve a call, but he was unavailable. Now what? ........................................................................................................................................................................................ Getting out of his soaked stage apparel, Jason tried to sort out his impressions and distill his conclusions from the mixture of adrenaline and euphoria still simmering in him, refusing to give him the chance to calm down completely. The gig was a success, the crowd enjoyed it. He enjoyed it. A huge hole inside of him finally stopped expanding and maybe even shrank a little. The overall feeling was different. He was yet to come to terms with the knowledge that things would never be the same again. The crowd, the atmosphere, the intensity, the size, the feeling. Everything would be different. He descended from a throne and found himself among the commoners. He expected it to be more of a shock but it was not. Because, he has never been a king really. He only got to be close to the royals, at their service. Present but invisible, never an equal. The experience of the night was liberating. What was the most important, there was no bitterness. The gig went well and he could enjoy the sweet taste of success, without thinking what kind of pressure the next day would bring. Jason smiled at the thought. Steve barged in, interrupting him. “Hey man, great show! Congratulations!” Steve hugged him patting him on the back. “Thanks” Jason smiled broadly. “Where’s Magdalena? I have to talk to Lars first, could you keep her company for a few minutes longer?” “Yeah, about that…” Steve looked at his feet and sighed, rubbing his forehead. “She kind of freaked out when I told her of our friendship.” “Shit, shit, shit!” Jason ran his fingers through his hair. “What do you mean kind of freaked out? Did she leave?” “I don’t know, she said she needed some air and she walked out, it was during the last song. I waited for her but then it got too crowded when people started leaving, so I came here to tell you. Wait, maybe she texted me or something” Steve pulled out his cell phone from his jeans pocket and started pushing buttons frantically “Oh, for fuck’s sake! It’s dead!” “OK, listen, she may still be here. I’m gonna look for her first. Tell the guys I’ll be back. Tell Lars… I don’t know, just tell him I had to go.” He ran out leaving the door open behind him. He rushed into the bar area that was now nearly empty. It did not take him long to spot her. She was getting off the bar stool and thanking the bartender. “Magdalena!” Jason shouted terrified at seeing her leave. She looked up from her purse, eyes swept across the room to locate the person calling her. He raised his arm hesitantly. Their eyes met. The world stopped in a heartbeat. |
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| Voxx | Feb 22 2012, 01:29 PM Post #71 |
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Yes, Stephanie is my name, you got it right! And this was well worth the wait!! I thoroughly enjoyed every moment spent reading it! You are the master of detail and I don't think anyone is able to write their character's inner struggles better than you! "Fulfilled professionally, drained emotionally. Can't have it all, she smiled sadly to herself" This line really resonated me because it's something I find myself thinking almost on a daily basis. And while perhaps its not necessarily true; I think it's true for a lot of people. Trying to find that perfect balance can be difficult and I think Magdalena has her work cut out for her. It's obvious that she loves her job, but at the same time, it is just as obvious that there is something missing for her emotionally and I think (I hope!) that Jason can help to fill that void. Perhaps my favourite part of this whole update was when Magdalena was in the audience worrying about her hair, her boots and her makeup! It was an endearing moment, one that I can almost all women can relate to. We tend to distract ourselves away from our actual fears by worrying about our appearance! That little touch is why I love you're writing! You make the characters so real. It almost feels like we're watching real lives unfold before us. The last point I want to touch on (then I will stop, I promise! I don't mean to write an entire book here!) is Jason's reaction to the camera crew and how it fosters a sense of self-doubt within himself. But then you were able, through his love of music and performing on stage, to have Jason throw away those self-doubts and embrace who he really is and realize, in a way, that life post-Metallica is going to be okay. Your use of metaphorical royalty to describe his previous life was both brilliant and pretty much spot on! I loved it. And I eagerly await your next update!
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| olyamet | Feb 22 2012, 01:32 PM Post #72 |
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OMG!! An update!!! *drops everything* I love you so much right now!!!!! I don't even know where to start... Mr. Goodman, the good man indeed! Your description of him is so great! I could just see him, so vividly with his green twinkling eyes, with his wrinkled face. And see Jason all blushing! Then Steve and the sunflowers! The perfect place to work! I could feel Magdalena's excitement with a new job, even it's tarnished with. I can't have it all, thoughts! And omg... the gig... all of it coming out, the flowers, Jason.. Steve.. I could feel all that stirred up and brought Jason back into her heart! I must tell you, I have tears in my eyes, when I read the description of woman with green eyes, that bumped into Magdalena! My dear, dear, Angel, how I miss her!!! Thank you so much for this little glimpse at her through Magdalena's eyes! (If only she knew... who that was...) All this the gig, the crowd, spinning thoughts... and all this ends as Jason shouts her name... their eyes met... and
PERFECT ENDING OF THE CHAPTER! Loved every world of it! Now... omgineedtoknowwhathewouldsaywhatshewouldsayandwhetshewouldthinkofangelandwhenwillshefindsoutaboutherabdjason!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! More! |
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| Auluna Raie | Feb 22 2012, 03:14 PM Post #73 |
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What Olya said, plus: SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  
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| jØrdan | Feb 22 2012, 04:09 PM Post #74 |
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Uh... What?  ^^^ lol  OMG Bo that was amazing!!! I thought I was blushing when Jason was in Mr. Goodman's office. Well again... everything I wanted to say already came out with Olya's comment But OMG I loved it so much... Now I NEED to see what happens! MOAR SOON!! Please!!! lol LOVE YOU!
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| Orionhearted | Feb 23 2012, 04:57 AM Post #75 |
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Perfect I love this story so much! *looks around for the puppy*
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