Generation 1, Chapter 4: The Drummer

I've just submitted Blatant Lies to the publisher. It wasn't the best book, but I was kind of mad while I was writing it. Cissy told me a few days ago that I should try my hand at Drama, so I started a new book this morning,  entitled Missing Anna Masionne. The new book has been going well so far, even though I only have the first chapter and a half done. 

"Ding ding" "Open UP!" comes Cissy's voice from the speaker. "Buzz me in already  Don't tell me you're already asleep! It's only -uh- 8 - !"

If I hadn't slept the whole day I probably would  be asleep by now. I get up from my desk and buzz in Cissy, who in what seems like seconds is at my front door. 

"Ready to go?" she asks, practically bouncing with excitement. 

"Ahh...where again?" I ask her, a bit embarrassed to have forgotten already. 

"The dance club of course!" Cissy explains, giving me a quizzical look. "Come ooon. You need a boyfriend anyway." 

"Sure. Why not?" I say as I run to grab my coat and close my laptop. And she was right on with that last statement. 

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We arrive and Cissy immediately orders us drinks, as usual. And, as usual again, it tastes quite good.

As soon as I finish I head over to the dance floor where Cissy is waiting for me. "See anyone you like?" she whispers to me with a giggle. 

"What about that drummer over there?" I say, pointing and giggling again. 

"That's Stefan Fisher." Cissy hisses to me, trying to keep her voice down. "He's a big four-star celebrity. I'm not entirely sure why he's famous though. Huh. He didn't used to have that beard." 

"I dunno, I kind of like it." I say, as the drummer stops drumming and starts coming towards us. 

"I'll leave you two aloooone." Cissy says, and tiptoes off towards the bar. 

"Dance with me?" he asks with a grin. 

"Ah, ok sure." I say, and follow him onto the dance floor. 

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Stefan and I spend the next hour or so just chatting. After what seems like no time at all it is closing time and we are being kicked out of the club. I scribble down my number on a piece of paper and shove it at Stefan. 

"Here ya go. Call me." I say and run off to join Cissy, who is waving at me frantically for no reason at all. 

"Sooo, do you have a date scheduled yet?" Cissy says, trying to keep a straight voice but failing miserably. 

"Nooo....why would you think that?" I say in an annoyed voice, knowing perfectly well why she thought that. 

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Thank you for reading my latest chapter! I'm sorry it was a bit short, but I will be trying to make shorter chapters from now on so I can get them out faster. 

The next chapter will be out soon, and have a nice second week of advent! 

PS: But wait, I notice you changed the name of your blog! What did you do that for??

I think you'll probably figure that out in the last chapter of gen 1 or so. :) 

Generation 1, Chapter 3: I will never go shopping again.

WARNING: I think this post is kind of boring. I'm only posting it because I think it reveals something about Cissy (and Ida's) character(s) and because it was really fun to write. So you don't have to read it if you don't want to. I don't think there's anything very important to the plot in here. :) 

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I am awoken by a "ding" at the door. "Hey, it's Cissy again. Buzz me in!" 

"No..." I mumble, burying my face in my pillow. "It's too early..." I curl up on my bed, trying to go back to sleep, but Cissy just keeps "ding"ing until I let her in. 

"I'm coming, Cissy, I'm coming..." I say as I make my way sleepily over to the door. I push the button and soon a very awake Cissy is standing at my door. 

"C'mon, get dressed, sleepyhead! We're going shopping!" 

"But I don't need anything!" I complain with a huge yawn. "What are we going shopping for?" 

"To get you some new clothes!" she says matter-of-fact-ly, as if it should be obvious. "Like I said when we first met, you'll be a huge celebrity by the end of the week, and you have no fashion sense. Now get moving!" 

I'm about to ask her what on earth I would need fashion sense for but decide against it. "I'm getting dressed, okay?" I grump at her as I make my way into my bedroom, still not fully awake. 

"Hurrry Uuuup! We're going to be laaaaate!" Cissy shouts at me in an annoyed voice. 

"Almost done, just a few more minutes!" I yell back when really I'm already dressed and sitting on my bed, trying to stay awake. I finally decide that I shouldn't make Cissy madder than she already is and come out, yawning. "What do you mean 'late'? It's only 7! Where are we going?" 

"I told you, shopping! The store is packed by ten, so we need to gooooooo!" she says, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me out the door. 

"Wait wait wait!" I shout, pulling myself free. "I just need to lock it..." 

As soon as I'm done Cissy is dragging me into the elevator. "Why are you moving so slow? Aren't you excited?"

Excited is not really the word. "Uh..." 

"Well, whatever." she snaps and hails a taxi. 

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Ten minutes later, we are in a huge, nearly empty clothing store that seems to go on forever. Cissy is coming back from the checkout line, carrying a large amount of clothes. "I picked these out for you yesterday. They should fit." she says happily, pushing me into the dressing room. "Try on the orange one first!" 

"Nice!" says Cissy approvingly, and with that pushes me into the dressing room again. "The pink one next!" 

I shake my head at her. "I don't really like it. And it's more purple than pink."

"Yes, I agree with you." says Cissy, tilting her head at me. "Not very everyday-ish. Too formal. Try the blue one next. For when it gets colder." 

I groan and head back into the dressing room. 

"Perfect!" says Cissy a little too happily and then shoos me back into the dressing room, yelling "the red one with the short skirt next!" 

Groan. I am so not a shopping person. 

Cissy nods approvingly. "Looking good. Now I've got some more formal dresses that you need to try on now. They're all red, try on the short one first." 

I hate shopping. Good thing Cissy already picked out all the dresses. 

"You look awesome." Cissy says. I have a feeling she is enjoying this much more than I am. "Now for a more elegant feel. Try on one of the long ones." 

Idk. I am glad this is almost done. 

"OMG!" shouts Cissy happily. "You look wonderful! Only one to go!" 

Good. 

Cissy nods approvingly again. "That's everything I'm afraid. But we can do this again sometime!" 

No. Oh god no. Never again. Ever. 

Cissy isn't noticing my expression, and has already bought all the (very expensive) clothes. "C'mon!" she shouts back at me. "I've got this really awesome dance club planned for tonight!" 

Forget writing. I am so spending the rest of the afternoon napping. 

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I'm afraid this post was kind of boring, but at least Cissy is fun to write <3. So anyway, sorry, and I hope the next post will be more interesting. :) 

So so sorry for the late post, school has been really busy lately. :(

Thank you for reading, and don't forget to leave comments/feedback! :D