Eh.
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Thread Topic: Eh.
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"Not at the moment." Dianna said as they entered the elegant studio. "Oh, please don't touch anything. Some things here are extremely expensive and hard to replace." Dianna said walking towards the hall opening a door. "This room here is where you'll mainly be cleaning. The room where your post is." Dianna continued on with speaking. She opened the door wich led to an room with papers and a desk. Also with an average sized bed. "Just please DON'T touch the papers or shuffle through them. Oh, also, when can you start?" Dianna continued to ramble looking over at the papers.
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"I'm not a child. I know not to snoop, and I don't just touch everything." Donna laughed maturely. "I'm sorry, did that sound rude in any way?" She asked suddenly, her cheerfulness, kindness, and concern shining in her eyes. "Anyways, I can start tomorrow. I already have the supplies." She cheered.
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"No, it didn't." Dianna said looking at her with an raised eyebrow. "Alright, good. Take a look at the studio all you want just don't touch anything." Dianna said as she walked towards the desk with scattered papers. Sighing, Dianna began to organize the papers. Some of these papers contained her earliest works and some recent, this included the song Raindrops.
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"Okay." She smiled. Normally she would joke: can I touch the floor? Can I touch the cleaning supplies? What about the air? But she knew that Dianna probably wasn't the best person to joke with. "So who sings the songs you wright?" Donna asked, curious. "You know, I like to wright children songs. You know, lullabys, rhymes, stuff like that!" She chattered.
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"I do most of the time, I am a decently popular singer. Anywho, sometimes more popular singers sing my songs." Dianna said with an angered look at her face. "Ugh, the world has no time for low-lives." Dianna continued as she had spoke to herself. She sighed as she continued organizing the papers. Dianna looked over at the girls as the shuffling came to an stop. "Go on ahead, take a look at the rest of the studio." Dianna said that only and didn't say anything.further than that.
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"What's a low life?" Donna asked. She never thought of anyone as such. In her mind, everyone was special and deserved a friend! Even rude people had a soul! She thought about this new word. It had an unpleasant ring to it... How could anyone be a low life when being alive made you feel like flying?
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"It means to not be respected as for I, I call people low-lives because, they're below me. Mainly to those disgusting criminals." Dianna said with a smirk. "Donna, dear. You have to wake up, the world isn't always full of laughs or smiles. It has its turns.. The darkside." Dianna continued speaking as she awaited the response of the girl. Dianna then placed the sheets of papers in a folder by type. Songs, phrases, paperwork and unclassifed information. She just continued her organization.
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"Well, I'd agree to disagree Miss. Rivers. I believe that for every bad person in the world, there's a hundred more good people working to be kind." Donna smiled. "The world's a beautiful place Miss. Rivers! And I will see it that way for the rest of my life!" She cheered. She smiled at her shoes because Miss. River's eyes were looking cross. She fidgeted with her glasses and looked up with another bright smile. "I'll see you in the morning Miss. Rivers!" She cheered.
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"Yes, yes, go freshen up at home and have a good night's rest." Dianna said with a sigh. She shrugged her shoulders in an misunderstanding of the girl's words. Beautiful and kind place? A world Dianna never ed learned to see. Her eyes mainly were fogged by the business world, popularity and greed. Dianna continued to work throughout the moments of being at the studio "Might as well get some work done." She had mumbled to herself softly.
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Donna had some excellent ideas! Of course, she put them to the side of her head as she skipped down the now sunny street! On the way home, Donna passed a man despretly trying to walk. He was very old, and his clothes were week. And he seemed too poor to buy a cane. Most kind people would see him as week, ill, or dangerous. And would pity him, ignore him, or slowly walk away. Donna did nether. And saw nether. She saw this man, despretly trying to continue even though life had treated him badly, and thought him to be brave. He was a man being constantly attcked! But he still fought! She knew, that if someone would just find him a stick, he would fight with it! So she ran quickly to the mall and bought a cane, a sweater, jeans, and a Big Mac from the McDonalds at the food court. "Here sir! I know it's not much. But I hope this can help you on your fight to live! Good luck to you brave sir!" She smiled, giving him the clothes, cane, and sandwich. He paused for a moment then smiled. "Thank you kindly miss! If only more people in the world could show your understanding!" He cheered, using all the strength his voice would allow. "People are kind sir. They just haven't shown it yet." She replied, smiling and skipping home.
The next day, Donna rode to work in a taxi. Since she had no use for the money, she used it for taxi rides. The rest of it she used to help people. "Hello Miss. Rivers!" She greeted, lifting two large boxes and dragging an even larger one behind her.. She had big ideas! "How are you this morning?" She asked cheerfully. -
"I'm fine, I'm about to order something for breakfast and have a co-worker pick it up for me as a little favor." She said her tone calm and clear. Dianna wasn't usually angry as she was when she came to work on early mornings. She had a goodnight's rest and sorted out some paperwork so, work wasn't to rash this morning. "I'm about to go record a song once again, see which sounds better with the new techniques I learned just recently, you can come along if you please." Dianna said her orbs following the girl's direction. She cocked her head at the elder girl with the large boxes.
She placed her hips on her sides, her mood improving by the second as soon as she planned to go sing her song. With a faint smile which were rarely to be seen which people sometimes treasure the moments. Dianna be an cold but, serious women she didn't take people's comments very far was interested in what the elder girl had in mind. As Donna whom viewed the world innocent and pure, Dianna saw the basic opposite. For hiring the girl, someone much older than her was rare but, Dianna accepted her to see what changes she might do. Her smile turned into a clear smirk and who knows what her intentions are for the elder girl. . -
"I won't come, sorry. I got an idea! To put some..." She recalled Diana didn't enjoy happy stuff very much... "Profesionally good moods in here!" She cheered. She made it to the place where people spent their breaks and opened the largest box. Inside was an undecorated Christmas Tree. She stood it up and opened a box of decorations that she asked the doorman to decorate the Lobby with. She took the third box and used the decorations inside to decorate the tree.
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Dianna glanced at where the girl had gone and sighed. "Just a bit longer." Dianna sighed and walked towards the studio booth where her and her only recorded songs. Some people whom were close to her was already set. Nancy, the main female in charge of the rest smiled giving Dianna the cue to start whenever she's ready. Dianna got herself ready by doing some relaxing methods, soon a smile bright as daylight was seen shocking the crowd in front of her. Dianna began singing her voice was gentle, soothing and warm. This warmth was flames burning and shocking the people whom heard it. To Dianna it wasn't perfect but, for now was the best she could do. Doing low and high notes Dianna wasn't the type to do something risky but, she did. Possibly even causing her voice to crack but, Dianna took that risk to be good enough just to impress Nancy and the others whom looked up to her.
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Donna played the live video of Dianna singing in the lobby. She clapped her hands when Dianna finished and dropped the decorations she was using. Luckily the doorman caught them. "You know Miss. Rivers might not like this." He sighed. "You let me talk to her then! But I'm sure she'll at least give it a chance! I'm sure she's not as cold as she acts." Donna smiled as he passed her the ornaments. "You're pretty bold!" He sighed. "No, not bold. Just stubborn!" Donna smiled. She finished the decorations and replayed Miss. River's song on the speakers for insparation. But even she knew it got stuck in people's head. So she turned it off and cleaned while waiting for Miss. Rivers.
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Dianna signed as the song came to an end, her seriousness returning. "How was that?" She asked looking other at the crew. "Perfect, definitely better than the other." Dianna smiled to hearing that. Her smile faded as she took a thought. "I'll be back to record another session. I just have to check on that new employee." Dianna signed as she walked out the studio room and began walking around in sight of that perky girl. Finally found her, she was in the lounge in which seemed to be..decorating a Christmas tree? An rage, an flame burned in Dianna as she walked towards the Christmas and pointed at it, clearing her throat. She glared daggers at the girl for no foolishness as she had asked politely. Then, glaring at the others her voice suddenly boomed upon the others making them want to return to work but, couldn't. "Who did it?" Dianna asked, folding her arms.
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