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and said, “Great, I'll go see her at London Harmony then.” The place was the hippest and most exclusive record label around. I was getting a little excited that I had a reason to visit it.
Gina burst that bubble when she shook her head, saying, “It isn't that easy. Their doors are locked, bloody exclusive, nobody even knows their number. You can pound on the door all day, and if you don't have a J-Card, they will never open it.” I've heard of the J-Cards that June Harris-West handed out, I thought they were just an urban legend.
I exhaled then thought. “How good of friends are you with this Francine? You have her number?”
Her downcast face told me the story before she replied, “No, I was sort of a loner in school. I kept to myself, but she was always really nice to me. I hear she is in college now, Chelsea, she actually designed the new SmartCanvas... the one for music.” She had pride in her voice for the girl.
Okay, I could work with that. How many students could possibly go to Chelsea College of Arts? It is a small campus, I saw it on a map of the city core. I spent the rest of the day crawling the city with Gina. She was an awesome tour guide.
Mr. Raisin called to let me know he had a band who was short a man playing next Friday night. That if I played the doghouse for them, he'd give me ten minutes of mic time after their set. I was so stoked after that call that I gave Gina an excited kiss right on the mouth. She blushed and smiled at my excitement. I let her know that after that, I was one gig away from fulfilling my promise.
I spent some time with her, discussing more questions she had about determining what was real or not about her sexuality. She was really interested in a gal who worked across the street from her at a bar, but she didn't know if it was really attraction or infatuation. I gave her sage advice. “You never know until you try. Remember, you can't choose who you are attracted to.” Okay so it wasn't sage, but it was true.
I saw her home then headed off to the hostel for the night, stopping for a light snack along the way, giving me time to think. So all I needed to do was find Francine Brighton. I doubted the school would let me know who she was, but it never hurt to ask. I was one step closer to Scratch now.
The next day after breakfast, I called the Factory, left a message, mailed out another demo CD and then headed out to do some exploration on my own. I figured I'd hit Chelsea up in the afternoon, so I cued up some swing and started swaying to the music as I walked down the street. London really was a fascinating place.
I wound up at Chelsea just after three. I saw pictures of each graduating class on the walls of the main hall as I made my way to the main office. It sort of answered my question as to how many students attended, it was way too many if that was the size of their graduating classes.
A graying woman stood at the counter when I stepped in. She cocked her head in question, I smiled and asked, “Good afternoon ma'am, I was wondering if I could get help in locating a student here? Or get a message to her?”
Her eyes narrowed at that and her voice was a little cold, almost clinical as she said, “I'm sorry, but we cannot breach the privacy of our students.”
I countered, “A message.”
She repeated, “We cannot breach the privacy of our students.” I could see the woman had no give in her, it was frustrating for me, but at the same time it was commendable that they protected their students from what could be a crazy lady for all she knew.
I nodded and sighed. “Thank you, ma'am. Have a great rest of your day.” She nodded and then looked down to her paperwork without a word.
I went back into the hall, classes must have gotten out for the day, there were hundreds of young adults crowding the hall and streaming out the exit. I was contemplating my next move when I saw a familiar
Gina burst that bubble when she shook her head, saying, “It isn't that easy. Their doors are locked, bloody exclusive, nobody even knows their number. You can pound on the door all day, and if you don't have a J-Card, they will never open it.” I've heard of the J-Cards that June Harris-West handed out, I thought they were just an urban legend.
I exhaled then thought. “How good of friends are you with this Francine? You have her number?”
Her downcast face told me the story before she replied, “No, I was sort of a loner in school. I kept to myself, but she was always really nice to me. I hear she is in college now, Chelsea, she actually designed the new SmartCanvas... the one for music.” She had pride in her voice for the girl.
Okay, I could work with that. How many students could possibly go to Chelsea College of Arts? It is a small campus, I saw it on a map of the city core. I spent the rest of the day crawling the city with Gina. She was an awesome tour guide.
Mr. Raisin called to let me know he had a band who was short a man playing next Friday night. That if I played the doghouse for them, he'd give me ten minutes of mic time after their set. I was so stoked after that call that I gave Gina an excited kiss right on the mouth. She blushed and smiled at my excitement. I let her know that after that, I was one gig away from fulfilling my promise.
I spent some time with her, discussing more questions she had about determining what was real or not about her sexuality. She was really interested in a gal who worked across the street from her at a bar, but she didn't know if it was really attraction or infatuation. I gave her sage advice. “You never know until you try. Remember, you can't choose who you are attracted to.” Okay so it wasn't sage, but it was true.
I saw her home then headed off to the hostel for the night, stopping for a light snack along the way, giving me time to think. So all I needed to do was find Francine Brighton. I doubted the school would let me know who she was, but it never hurt to ask. I was one step closer to Scratch now.
The next day after breakfast, I called the Factory, left a message, mailed out another demo CD and then headed out to do some exploration on my own. I figured I'd hit Chelsea up in the afternoon, so I cued up some swing and started swaying to the music as I walked down the street. London really was a fascinating place.
I wound up at Chelsea just after three. I saw pictures of each graduating class on the walls of the main hall as I made my way to the main office. It sort of answered my question as to how many students attended, it was way too many if that was the size of their graduating classes.
A graying woman stood at the counter when I stepped in. She cocked her head in question, I smiled and asked, “Good afternoon ma'am, I was wondering if I could get help in locating a student here? Or get a message to her?”
Her eyes narrowed at that and her voice was a little cold, almost clinical as she said, “I'm sorry, but we cannot breach the privacy of our students.”
I countered, “A message.”
She repeated, “We cannot breach the privacy of our students.” I could see the woman had no give in her, it was frustrating for me, but at the same time it was commendable that they protected their students from what could be a crazy lady for all she knew.
I nodded and sighed. “Thank you, ma'am. Have a great rest of your day.” She nodded and then looked down to her paperwork without a word.
I went back into the hall, classes must have gotten out for the day, there were hundreds of young adults crowding the hall and streaming out the exit. I was contemplating my next move when I saw a familiar
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