Wednesday, December 21, 2011


There was nowhere for Alexandra to run...Remembering Sheila's words, about her coming back...She'd have to come back to the coffee shoppe but for the time being, she'd stake out at Larry's...

Meanwhile Sheila, standing dumbfounded with her eyes bulging out as Alexandra's disappearing act...she fumbled around the store picking up the leftover business cards off those customers whom were traveling back and picked up Bernard's, he was talking to     Ludwig in the earlier century, at the current moment, and she'd have to bring him back, in order to get a hold of Alexandra's situation. Bernard, old serious Bernard who came in the shop one day after having heard of the shoppe's menacing day old tales of time travel..Bernard would want it.

So Alexandra came back to the shop, she knew that Sheila had it in her mind that she would travel to get Bernard, and Bernard would give her instructions of just where she was to bring back one of their customers, whose wife could bring down their little coffee shoppe and disclose what "Inner Bean" had in mind for its customers to the news...

"Damn Frederico!" If he was so tired of having his kids, five in all, then he should just stop having them, thought Alexandra, than she wouldn't have to deal with Sheila staring at their the day, she expressed the idea that she is the one who spilled the beans, sorta speak about time traveling , inner bean, coiffures and who knows what else...Frederico's wife was shy but she was no idiot. 

She came to inner bean sputtering something in half English that day, Alexandra met her before, and although she wore big, droopy dresses that slinked off her thin, bony body, she knew this women deserved someone better then Frederico...but she like Frederico's charisma.  She couldn't blame this women, for falling for his charm, or being forced to marry her cousin, whatever the case may be...


Either way, Frederico, was in for it, and whether he knew it or not, she would bring him back, and half grab him by the ear if it was possible...
As she made it make to inner inner bean, in half fits of gasps, she sat in a small panic looking out..

Derrick,This Little Piggy had

photoDerick would choreograph a dance, yes it would be different, he'd show stop Misty and her Beyonce wanting style with dancers with slinky dresses, "NAw...these dancers would wear duras in the background, see through duras the type that showed volumptopus cures of the women and the women would come out dancing, somewhat shy,...he thought..women lacked this in dances now days...too damn much energy and hip shacking, where was they shy demeanor?  where was their awkwardness..


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Faith+ Mary had a Little Lamb

kenia just sort of looked at Luciado, taking her in, and brushing back her hair in her center pony, well, I dont' got all day she said, taking a once over, they were on their way out to the casino, and did Faith want to go?  want to go, she was her case worker after all, interfering in the delicate case lives would definitely be what her supervisor "          " said was off limits, but who cares, she took one look and said " oh hell" grabbed luciado by the shoulder and whispered, were gonna meet ranchacho later okay?
but...........stammered luciado, wandering to herself what caused this change of events, but going along with it, why not..
alright, we gotta be good tonight, she spoke to luciado, in a condescending fashion, luciado sort of looked up and down at her.

"No No, I don't have time to talk to you right now", said derrick he was on the way of the house, invitation to a sort of wedding He thought himself lucky who knows Layla, was supposed to be there and he would be accompany his friend Omar as a DJ, his friend said he couldn't miss this , it wasn't exactly high fashion, but throwing ON a black overcoat and black suit shirt with faded block jeans he'd go, a small flask in his pocket he might need it, being that omar said it was a club scene but similar, whatever that means. 

Now this, is not what he expected he thought walkin in, giving Omar a shake he thought this was definitely no something he thought and with that he walked over to the corner of the ballroom with Omar, he'd feel almost felt like he was somewhere else for that brief moment, instead on top of a pizzeria in a ballroom fit for just one hundred or more of the bride's closest friends, walkin' in he was surprised to

 see the flashy bright dresses of everyone in the room, and the big bud donka donks of many of the women, there hear brushed out and there look in their eyes as if someone hot was looking over there shoulder, he sort of smiled out of them, knowing that this must be the night of his life, being the only two men in the room that night, he would be the object of many  people's affection.  Alright, i can live with this he thought to himself, and with that he stood with his friend behind the dj table lookin' on, grabbing a glass from from a nearby he poured his flask in the champagne glass not even inconspicuously, after all he was already slightly toasted from an earlier encounter and it was all he  needed to take on the dance floor of this African paradise.

his friend through on the record, blasting it so load, the only to be heard was the love song of some singer playin on the keyboard, and he sort of sand his heart it all of the women dancing along, their walk to the dance floor being done in saunters of rhythm, there was no casual walking out to the floor, everyone took their insistent friend and dragged them out and all of sudden there were at least 20 women on the floor, slowly dancing, and making it their mission to show off, they were on a planet of their own, those women of the dancing party.

And derrick imagined what he could do with this new dance style, it was unique, yes, but what exactly could he do with it?  Women dancing with one another, without any men in sight...he thought about Brenda and her request to get dancers, and he knew that he would have to choreograph


Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Faith and Kenia's house

  Pouch your Lips.  "Huh Faithy" Luciado said.  Faith motioning to her and Luciado did so, a brown lip liner drizzled her lips with a brown coffee smelling gloss, enlaid with the words "Cappachino" Faith examined her work and too the same Cappachino gloss and dragged it over her lips, tasting the cappochino.
Faithy deciding to make-up herself on a similar get-up to Kenia's house, if they were to convince Kenia, she'd have to wear a similar style

Faithy deciding to make-up herself on a similar get-up to Kenia's house, if they were to convince Kenia, she'd have to wear a similar style with similar trademarks maybe the superfluous of Faith's look would put Kenia at ease.  "Two Chingons" out on the town.  Descending upon Kenia's house eventually that night .  Kenia seemed to have ideas of her own for the night

They all Ran after the Farmer's Wife

If it was up to her.  Misty would dance anywhere and she did.  Dance in every type of shoe, a sponsor for shoes, she was.  Waling and making meeting with St. Mary's shelter she wrote various speeches for the homeless and demonstrated with her own dance team.  A dance so simple the children of St. Mary's didn't like it much, particularly Louise and Barbara.

Barbara made a comment.  "You look Like a penguin Clock Blocker" and for a second Misty looked at her, and told her to "Have at it".  Right there in the press conference, because with all the funds she produced from choreography dances for various artists. She managed to get enough funds for "St. Mary's hospital and enough funds meant that a whole studio was to be built right next to the lobby surrounded with mirrors and hardwood floors.  The homeless were literally allowed to come in with everything.  Three bags, which they had many, plastic ones.  Ones tied various ways.  She had a plan with them, But knew it would be hard. 

Barbara showed her a new move, naming it "Slapjack" Misty thought it was a joke, but nevertheless allowed it.  For anything she new it was the the press would take it and own it.  If Misty showed on her face she was open to it.  She smiled her Grace smile from "Will and Grace" and "I Love Lucy" look that said she was "down" and jugged down some "Fuji" water.  Her energy and apprehension picking up.  Press conferences weren't her thing,.  But opening up a Studio in a Homeless shelters  weren't her "Thing" either. SO WHAT.
So she'd come back.

Sasha took one look at Jenks.

"What do you Mean its approved?  "We like it!   Its in affect right Now." said Jenks

"Now get the Hell out of my face, because I can't stand that yellow, and especially you wearing it."  Her sundress.  She forgot, and without another look from Jenks, she ran down the hall.  Flip Flops almost trippin' her and she phoned Misty.

"You there?" exclaimed Sasha. "Yes, I'm there."  "Thanks for the news, I thought for sure Jenks was going to Bust my balls for comin' over here, and there you are fingerin' through the funds, so excited, you couldn't tell anyone, could you Misty?"  So typical, so freakin' typical, it makes me sick.

Sasha, mad beyond belief took a quiet little break to think over at Saint Charles bakery, it was the only thing she could do, to keep her kewl.

Misty decided she would phone Derrick
"Yeah man..let me tell you something real quick and listen all the way through, I want you to think"  well, let me just say that what I'm trying to do is for real and I don't want any smack talk from you, smack talk, this girl and her smack talk said derrick turn in his head, lookin' up at the ceiling. spinning on his chair just once.

Monday, June 6, 2011

Alexandria and Firecracker Job

How did Alexandra come up with this concoction was unbelievable.  The wig was just a play for making everyone believe that customers were having a mental breakdown.  For when They came home and told their families that they rode on a horseback in the country or took a carriage ride and met        and        .

Everyone could easily believe they were off their rocker  But when they rode by the Cafe and saw the patrons were waring coiffures, they thought they were taking part in a secret society.  Reenacting stories from that time. telling each other what it was like to live in the 18th century.  wearing coiffures.  Bringing whole lots of historians to the shop.  After all the shop did advertise that Shakespearean impersonators would recite sonnets on Tuesdays and Wednesdays approximately 7:30-9:30.  The exact times for which the patrons told their families that they were "lost" in the 18th century.  "Quite convincing" "Yes" one would say.

"Just tell me, one more time, where you came up with the concoction"? asked Sheilia

 Why should I?"  you told me I 'stole" it from "Books are us"  don't even try to interrogate me, said Alexandra faining, tapping her manicured nails to rim of the porcelain sink that Shiela installed.  Everything in the shoppe ringed of vintage, from the old fashioned gold-framed solid mirrors with detailed golden fringe to the bear fur carpeting,to the bar style counter tops and of course procelain tea cups.  that would later hold the steaming liquid that stole patrons minds and forced them into the century life where life was far less complicated, and men found omen and everything took time, with patrons only having enough patience this time for courting rituals.  with these new male counterparts who spoke to them with poetry instead of words.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Sandra,Three Blind Mice

Sandra stood On Jenks floor, just lookin down from the fourth floor at all the pedestrians below.  This used to be her and tserin's favorite past time.  Well, that and her brother's.  They'd take the time to stare out at pedestrians.  See what their shoe's said about that person.  And it was kinda funny at the time.  The Reboks with the straps across the top.  It said very much about the elderlies habits.  She had a different perspective about the elderly altogether at that time.


On her day off, after apologizing perversely to Sheila about why she disappeared that day.  Alexandra spent her time outside on break with the vegetation, long strong, spouting plants juxtaposed with concrete slabs than jutted out surrounding the cafe joint giving pedestrians enough sitting room to sit and chat with their cafe lattes siddled by the side. giving them an excuse to sit in the sun.  Some pople did.  They sun baked.  it was their local.


Zig Zag, spin your head, whip down that Afro put hair. Misty had the idea to throw some wigs on their hair at the last minute.  Put some Gold slinky dresses on the five dancers and stacks, stacks, unbalanced some of the tallest dancers.

Derick's just lit a cigarette and puffed out and watched.  He was due for a hair braid, and in fact he looked quite sleazy, earring grey painter painters with a plaid, white, grey and red shirt hangin' out of his wife beater shirt with some torn air force ones, in front of their sponsors.  who wore suits to the audition.  they were to supply their dance team with shoes that year.  But Derick was in such a hurry to scramble out of his house that morning that he was surprised he still had a twisty hair tie around his rough lookin' hair.  Lookin' at Misty turnin' his squad into a prep squad straight out "++++++++++" movie.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

#22 Sheilaand My Fair Lady


The journalist was at it again, a story on csi a background story on the insights.  do people really know how hard a story is, it was story...

Sheila was in panic mode again,  What, with the upstart of the Coffee Shoppe.   Some might say that is was the most positive thing for the business, a private owned shoppe turned around like a successful night club over night was thought to be impossible.

Yes, Sheila was filled with her own energy.  Telling herself to do one of the hardest things, something that scared her so tremendously.

photoNow she was missing opportunities when she pushed herself.  But last night as she whipped shots and John and Alexandra, worked with her, she felt that whatever happens, happens, its an opportunity.  Her take on the work situation, relaxed her.


Who cares if Alexandria made her head squeeze like a watermelon.  Alexandria and her complaints, thought Sheila.

When she hired such an employee; she didn't think she'd have tolerate as much as she did. And spite everything, getting through to Alexandria was hard, and trying to explain to her, what she thought of messy coffee grounds everywhere, and Alexandria making up reason why she didn't have to clean them up.

And Alexandria's defintion that coffee grounds everywhere didn't make the business, it made unbusiness, like if you didn't see the grounds it meant you didn't have many customers coming into the shoppe.  Just like a pastry shop, which doesn't have its flour spread all over the floor, as its prime ingredients, made it unbusiness like.

How the hell a sixteen-year-old girl put it in her head put it in her head, what made or broke a business, amazed Sheila.

The girl had smarts though.  She helped Sheila calculate the new inventory of coffee products.  Wishing her business new.
Now Alexandra seemed to stand as a spectator.  My work here is done, I'm going to squeeze a white rag of grounds, until every ground has disappeared was her newest take.  One their briefest of conversations, sheila could have shaken that girl.  But she looked at her now with squirrel eyes and chipmunk teeth.  Are you seriously saying that you copied these emerging ideas from Books are us, down the street?  Comin' up to her now lookin' down and squeezing her black apron, like a squirrel squeezing a nut until it would crack.   Alexandra not really lookin' at her.  a new wave shifting in its place, inches away from Alexandra now.  "Are you saying you copied these emerging ideas from "Bakers are us?"

Alexandra was still lookin' out the window of the shoppe.  Two black suited men were approaching the shop and were looking behind them with body guard curiosity.  If it wasn't a hotter day, she'd almost think that they had business on their minds.  But she knew they were there, to speak to her.

photoTaking off  her Green apron and tossing it at Sheila's head;covering up the chipmunk,  Alexandra frantically looking at her two possible exits, and she ran through the bar style doors and through the kitchen's black metal doors before running across the parking lots in leaps and bounds.

"Best Buy" behind her and in front of  her; Uncle Larry's apartment, she made a dash through the apartment's, parking lot, and grabbed the door behind a guest who was entering.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

#22Derrick and Misty and Faith :Pop Goes the Weasel

Misty caught the eight count, three counts into the song, Poised and jumped to attention,  look right, back, look up and down, march march, turn turn.
She knew that Katherine, Betsy's mom made candid notation of all the moves she made despite the fact that her daughter was 23 years old now.  she rapidly picked up her cadence of instructions, bellowing them from the top of her lungs like they were dismantling a b.   and with that misty twirls, smile , smile.  And I want you to picture the first time you were caught kissing your first love in front of a friend, or in public with an old woman scorning you,  Get those dimples out and make them show the strongest.  I Want those cheeks to hurt so bad, you want to scream and throw something at me by the end of this exercise.  I want this to be the moment you counted on.  the moment you threw tootsie rolls to your audience.  Recanting aloud a moment from her own youth as a dancer.

Meanwhile, get your feet moving, right, left right.


Faith looked over the crowd wandering where on earch she managed to catch Luncy. This girl couldn't be on the street, she thought to herself as she found Lucy, laying against a black dumpster barrow.  Eyes barely open, her orange, brown highlighted bangs laying over her forehead. brushing it to the side temporarily so that she could assess the damage made by Fertando her newest beau.  her socked eye leaving a scar. 
"I'll be fine, Faithy".She said momentarily, and than falling back into a small slumber, and with that Faith got an idea.  She'd take Lucy to Kenia's so she'd see for herself the effects of getting beaten up and the scars if could leave on a person.


She wasn't sure what kenia would make of a young girl turned to crack and left with a pyschoprenic paranoia that left her looking like an adult trapped in a child's body with little room for escape and when she eventually pulled Lucy to her feet she knew that this girl would be fine.  She'd get her some water and clean her up, thought faith.  as long as faith took her to her own place.



Tuesday, May 24, 2011

#21-Sheilaand red haired MISTY

That girl seemed to have ideas coming out of her head like water.  The CSI investigator who takes on Death cases with a sense of complexion.  And although back over northeast which the journalist, Sandra, was scraping together a plan that included anything. 
Sheila, the coffee shop owner put the booklets out front advertising the shops new bakery items.

Meanwhile, Brenda was in her own world. Thinking specifically about what Derrick said. 

  "Get me the dancers, Derick said."

Brenda had thought from Hollywood.  Well Derrick didn't say NOT to get Misty. 

Misty although the most sensitive of young women, S could think of could ire and rhythms in songs, that no one else could like, some double-dutching by themselves on state in a beetle e song, this rhythm was hidden, but she purposely choreographed songs so that particular beat came up so much through three fine dancers that the audience wandered if they were listing to some song that sold over 3 millions records or were they denying themselves something so wonderful.  And yes, red haired misty, sparky misty with curls bouncing off her head as she danced.  On the street, she'd wear white cotton shorts, five inches past the knee and matching cotton tank top with ruffles. 
On the street mind you.  She thought she was beautiful and said it more off than not.  Seeing her walk in a room was like wandering where the 12 men marching band walked in.

Derrick had a hard crush on her.  Although she stomped him to the ground on numerous occasions.  Insulting his laziness while still berating him with his potential.  "If only you were as good as me".  Misty would say and than twirl her springy head to the the dancers, telling them where they could stand on the stage and Derick would watch, stunned, his same company of dancers never took the lead like when she called them to attention, fear, fear for what this spring headed monster, Derick would say, "frustrated under his breath, and the dancers took position and than there the music settled, misty stood in front

"One, two three, from there the same hip hop song was like a gymnastic competition twirling feet in the air, kicks so high,  confusion and mock fun at the same moves Derick transcribed

Friday, February 4, 2011

#20-Brenda, Holly wood star

Brenda, Hollywood star, stood in the computer lab for the first time she felt an excitement like no other, was she going to accept Derick's offer and bring in his dancers, the excitement was overwhelming, on one end she could bring in the dancers, with the expectation that they would bring full light to everything she had been trying to do over the last couple of years, and along with it the people she met everywhere.

 Sheila's attention in that moment was the most focused. she cracked her neck two times and continued to look on.  She knew that she would go home and prepare for the dance exactly that night. The two, eight counts and  three-three counts, he'd put her in the spotlight for sure, it was just a matter of what she thought she would wear and what she wanted to accomplish at that point; No One could stop her.

First she would get that gigantic mirror for her room, and practice rigorously, whatever moves Derrick would put together, and quite surely he must have had a lot, and she would just have to see what they were.

Her focus and desire to get through that night's song rehearsal made her think so strongly about what she was doing, all of sudden she was proud of who she was and her ability to stand out in a crowd and her ability to show up in gymnasium. 

She was a part of this enormous amount of people who road their cars to the sound of hip hop music and they road with thee utmost confidence.

There was this guy in Duluth, Brenda knew that when he walked across the street he caught a lot of people's eyes. Why?  Because  he was special and he had that air about him, that made you think that he could probably break dance in the middle of the street; to the sound of hip hop music. 

If you knew anything about this special group of people you knew that they loved to show off, show off their muscles, show off their ability to make friends and do things out of no where.  Yes, they loved their little cars made just for them and the ability to do just about anything.


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