This Is My Jam Regular Show Novels & Stories

Andrea was staring at the ceiling thinking when she grabs her phone and play music. Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing

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Yet fate, with its cruel sense of humor, had other plans, pulling their orbits into a collision neither saw coming. The invitation to Midnight Vibes, the hottest late-night talk show in LA, came as a surprise to both. The studio buzzed with energy as Henry and Dave arrived, their dressing rooms side by side but their worlds miles apart. Henry, in his worn leather jacket, exuded quiet intensity, while Dave, in a tailored blazer that hugged his frame, flashed his trademark grin, ready to play the heartthrob. The show was a whirlwind. Host Jamal Carter, a charismatic industry veteran with a knack for spotting talent, kept the energy high.

"In the future, you won't just see me in live streams. Starting next week, I'll be recording a legal education variety show. It will air every Friday at 8:00 p.m. Don't miss it!" Recently, a TV director approached me, asking if I could be a guest on their show to provide legal insights to viewers during the post-show segment. I was thrilled and agreed almost immediately. This aligned perfectly with my goal of building a personal brand. The first case featured on the show was a murder triggered by workplace rumors. I had experienced something similar before, so I could deeply relate to it. I studied the script thoroughly, making sure to memorize every legal detail. However, when we began reco

That voice again. Deep. Calm. Warm. My pulse raced uncontrollably. I knew that voice. Or maybe I only wanted to know it. Know. “I… I’m fine,” I answered nervously. Before he could say another word, Jamiah scoffed loudly from behind. “Tch. Someone should teach you how to walk properly,” she mocked. I quickly stepped away from the stranger’s arms. Embarrassment flooded my face. Jamiah rolled her eyes before turning back toward her friends.

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I winked at him and turned to leave. “I’m sorry but can we get a picture with you?” his mother asked suddenly. “Sure.” I replied and went to stand next to the boy. While I took the picture Jamie pressed a couple of keys on a keyboard standing in the corner. I straightened my back and stared then made a run for an electric guitar. “Just a small town girl…” I started. We played Journey’s ‘Don’t stop believing’. Jamie grinned as if he had struck gold. People were taking pictures and recording the show that went on in the music store. Don of course, enjoyed the show and attention his store was getting as we just jammed like we would in my house.

I state to myself, and my two teasing kids chuckle, but I ignore them and try to give myself a small pep talk. “Okay... it’s Jamal. Bambi. He came to talk. I can talk. I hope I can. No, I can. It’s Jamal. Not Bambi. Bambi gives me panic attacks. Well, it’s the same, but... it’s more intimate, so... it’s Jamal,” I say for the last time, ignoring the giggling that my sons can’t seem to stop, then get up, take a deep breath, and before I open the door, I wipe my sweaty, trembling hands on my jeans.

Jane’s POV The sound of shattering glass echoed through the room. I didn’t even care. The vase hit the marble wall and exploded into pieces, scattering across the floor like my patience. My left hand trembled slightly as I gripped my phone tighter against my ear. “How the hell did he wake up?” I screamed, my voice shaking with anger. “I—I don’t know, Ma Jane,” came the nurse’s stammering voice from the other end. “I administered the drug, just like you instructed. In fact, I gave double dosage. There was no possibility—no medical possibility—of him waking up.”

_____ Hailey "I'm not a stranger to the crack. Hideaway, they say Or we'll be taking all your stash-" "Oh my god" I laughed, both amused and horrified at his version of the This is me from The Greatest Showman that was currently playing in my laptop. "It's so not like that." He smiled and shushed me, leaning more into the headboard of my bed, pursing his brows forcefully in concentration, trying to remember the next obscenity as the real song played through the speakers. "Err, and then it goes... Oh yeah. -nanana glorious When the sharp syringe wanna cut me up