Lillian Blackwood
“Listen, thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed the show, but I’m not interested, okay. We have another gig next week. Have a goodnight.”
He grabs my arm, “Don’t you want to be my Juliette?”
“Seriously? That is the lamest pickup line I’ve ever heard.” I pause, “No, that isn’t entirely true. But it’s pretty damn close.”
“Listen bitch.” He spits in my face, backing me up against a brick wall, keeping us out of sight of any onlookers, “I saw you; you were singing all that sexy shit to me. I know you want me.”
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