From my current WIP Tattered Angel Coming in October
“Like I tried to explain back at the restaurant, we are
looking for a new singer, like on the permanent.”
Dez snorted and slid his guitar strap onto his shoulder.
“Nothing’s permanent.”
“Yeah, okay, you wanna get technical, fine. Nothing in life
is ever a sure thing. Could get fried by lightning and be gone before your body
hits the ground if that’s what the fates have in store for you,” Riley
remarked. “No one is ever promised another day. What we can promise is that
when we say we are looking for a new singer, we are not planning on it being a
temporary thing.”
Another snort, and for the first time those gray-green eyes
locked with Riley’s. “I’ve heard that too.”
“I know. But you showed up anyway. So, either you actually
want to fill the slot, or you came here just to be a douche and turn it down
when we offered it to you.”
Logical argument!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteRiley's got a point! ;)
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DeleteI was laughing writing it.
ReplyDeletehaha good point.
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