Mighty Long Fall

Cassie"I'm leaving," I said on the phone as I scanned the books in the bookstore."Please, pretty please," Mel pleaded on the other side of the line. I’ve been friends with Mel Davis ever since I got into university. I have a soft spot for her and she definitely knows it."I've been waiting here for an hour!" I said trying to sound as angry as I could. I hate people who are late but what I hate the most is when they don't show up after they kept me waiting."I'm so sorry. I’m really sorry. Please forgive me," she said apologetically, she sounded like a scared little bunny. I let out a small laugh. Huge mistake. I just gave her an opening to continue to persuade me to stay."Come on, you shouldn't let our efforts go to waste. Just get the fan sign and get out of there, okay?" she said, finally sensing victory.Aish, that brat! Our? I'm the only one doing the dirty work in here! And why would I even care to get a fan sign from a band I don't even know of? A rock ban

Cassie"Hey," I called to the guy with the green hair. What was his name again? All I can remember is he loves eating and sleeping."Kasey," Mel whispered beside me."Kasey," I called again."Yes?" he asked, finally turning around. I handed him the slam book he gave me a few days ago. I totally forgot about it until it magically showed itself to me this morning. I didn't know such thing still exists. Even grade school students prefer to use F******k."Seriously, Cass? It's been a week. How can you not know their names?" Mel said as I went back to our station."Uhm, because I'm a visual learner?" I answered. "I’m not really good with names. And I know Clark."Clark, the bassist. He's really nice. He reminds me of an uncle. Not my uncle, though. They’re all bonkers."That's not good enough," Mel said, exasperated.I knew Mel sent our applications forms to them first. A couple of them, actually. But I really didn't think we'd get them. I was merely patronizin

CassieThe next morning I woke up to a bright sunny day. My dream must have been good, too good to even remember. But it left me with a tingling sensation that I usually carry throughout the day.Mel was still sleeping on the top bunk of our shared room. That slowpoke. I'll bet she'll snooze her alarm for another hour before turning the house upside down just to get to work in time.I went ahead and got dressed but Mel was still dead asleep when I came back to check on her. It won't be of any use trying to wake her up. You could abduct her to another planet and she wouldn't feel a thing. I should be worried about her.I left a sticky note on her forehead and made sure to lock the door when I left. The studio was quite a ways from our apartment, so I had to walk towards the bus stop to get there. It was still pretty early and the warm summer breeze was blowing. I was wearing my rubber shoes since I intended to have a little jog, I was lacking exercise these past few days

Cassie100 facts about Landon Hart100 facts about Matthew Rayner100 facts about Clark ClineI scrolled down the screen but there wasn't one with the same headline as Kasey's. Weird. But what's more weird is how I could work with these people and know next to nothing about them. As a Communications intern, I totally suck. How am I supposed to promote them without even knowing the basic stuff about them? This is so frustrating. I don't know why I prefer to consult Google instead of asking the people themselves."Are you stalking us?" Landon said, rolling his seat towards mine and leaning closer to look at my computer. Unlike Clark, Landon could be a bully at times that's probably the reason why we got along with each other. He’s someone like a partner in crime. We both like playing pranks on the other guys."It's called working," I said making quotation marks with my fingers in the air, emphasizing the word work. "I'm doing my research.""Com

CassieI woke up and the memory of what happened last night flashed before my eyes. I instantly slapped myself just for the sake of it.Stupid. Baka. Pabo. Bobo. Calling myself stupid in every language I know wouldn’t cut the embarrassment I’m feeling right now.I buried my face in my pillow and screamed. I just subjected myself to complete and utter humiliation. I swear I won't be able to show my face in the studio after this. At least not to Matthew.Damn it! I hate being sick. I act like a drunk whenever I am. I get upset for reasons that never bothered me on normal days and say whatever I want. I'm perfectly able to handle it on my own but now I realized it's actually very embarrassing when other people get involved.Oh my god! I replayed the things I said last night. Did I just admit to him that I wanted to die? Now he's probably thinking I'm suicidal. I mean I do. I did. But I won't kill myself! Those are just passing thoughts.I picke