Price Tag From Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

After picking a set, she asked the shopkeeper for the price. “This one is 720 dollars. I can give you a discount.” “720 dollars?” Deirdre was dumbfounded. She bit her lips and fell deep in thought. It was too expensive. “Do you have anything cheaper?” “The cheapest item in our store costs about 600 dollars.”

Kunle patted his girlfriend's back and said; "Babe, calm down oo." "God! It's just a campaign shoot for Fenty. It's nothing extraordinary." Sophia finally talked, shrugging it off as of it was the most common thing but even I could detect the pride in her voice. "It's everything extraordinary. Girl! Oh my God! Tell us about the shoot. How was it? Is Kosi's face real? Shade's eyes, are they green? Tolani did her lips, right? Oh my God! Tell me all the details."

After she said so, she looked up at the clock on the wall, before she started stepping back towards the stairwell with an ominous grin on her face. I guessed that Celeste wanted to make it seem like I wanted to push her down the stairs, but falling from such a height wasn't a joking matter. As I thought, she didn't have the guts to really fall, but she reached out her hand and dragged me over, before pushing me down the stairs. The camera was shaking and jumpy, recording my pained shouts as I tumbled down the stairs. Meanwhile, Celeste followed quickly after me, arriving at a lower point of the staircase. Once the timing was right, she intentionally tripped and fell, too. Moments later, two

I frown but he doesn't budge, sighing I start searching around, my eyes stop on a beautiful peach sundress, I look for it's price tag. $5000. I leave the tag so quickly as if it has burned my fingers. $5000 for a simple dress, I notice the other tags, each price erupts a hiccup from me. $4500. $7000. $10000. "I don't like anything here" I say walking back to him in quick steps, I even go as far as holding his arm, gesturing for him to stand up. He does, I'm about to exit with him when I notice he isn't budging from his place. I turn back to him with a frown, "come" I say in a pleading voice.

“Ms. Shaw, 170 million is our final price.” Any higher would strain them. Yet, Charlotte, fueled by her earlier rage, promptly raised her bid. The host announced, “Honeywell Group, 180 million.” Penny raised her sign again nonchalantly, while Winona, who was sitting next to her, was already frightened. It was because she knew Zaeve did not have the strength nor the money, but Penny was deliberately raising the price. Charlotte took a deep breath with excitement and raised her sign for 220 million.

​Suddenly, a loud, disembodied voice boomed over the theater's intercom system, speaking in cold, clinical Russian. ​"Gospoda, vot glavnaya zvezda etogo vechera. Nachalnaya tsena etoy printsessy sostavlyaet thirty million rubles.” (Gentlemen, here is the star of the evening. The initial price of this princess is thirty million rubles.) ​A digital scoreboard mounted above the glass cage flickered to life and the numbers flashed in bright red. ​Bid: 30,000,000. F*ck. ​The realization hit me, knocking the remaining breath from my lungs as tears instantly blurred my vision.

He raised his number plate as he spoke. Jeremy input a number. "No. 9, 5.5 billion dollars!" As soon as the host announced the bidding price of Patrick, he immediately said, "No. 723, 6 billion dollars!" Upon hearing this price, Jeremy looked at Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, this price has..." "Pass." Patrick said one word. Jeremy understood. Seeing that Patrick didn't want to bid further, the host began to countdown. "Number 723, 6 billion dollars, once!"

Tony folded his arms across his chest, a slight frown forming. “I mean no disrespect, sir. I’m just surprised. We rarely have people ask for these bad boys. They’re quite expensive.” Her hands lifted in a small apologetic gesture. “How much is it?” Tony scoffed softly, a faint smile curling his lips. “About 100k, sir.” She checked the tablet in her hand, her eyes scanning quickly. “It’s 124 thousand.” “Is that what you call expensive?” Tony shook his head, dismissive.

“How much do you think she would charge me?” “Five grand per room; that’s the price I’m putting in place.” “You sound like a pimp,” Patrick chortled. “And you know what they say...pimpin’ ain’t easy.” Patrick snorted. “I’m lovin’ this new Pierce. I hope he sticks around. By the way, I forgot to tell you that I dig the costume. What is Arianna?” “Medusa.” “I’m excited to see that. It’s actually perfect because of her braids.”

Sebastian asked the young lady. She showed him a design paper pasted on the wall. I was shocked when I saw the price $25000 is the total price. I open my mouth wide and I marvelled. Sebastian makes a transfer on his phone. "I have done it thank you very much ma" he spoke excitedly. " Thanks for your patronage " she responded and we left the salon