JSM - Edition Two

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“We could get him a house for his birthday, then he would have to leave,” suggested Gary. “We don’t have that kind of money,” Barbara replied. “We could suggest he move in with his band mates,” suggested Gary. “They don’t have a life either,” she moaned. They sat there for a while looking at each other in despair. After a huge discussion they finally made up their minds of what they were going to do. They walked into the lounge room hand in hand. “Hey Buddy, that song was amazing, what a talented voice you have,” Gary said not really meaning it. “Thanks,” replied Buddy. “Your father and I were just discussing that maybe you could get a job so you and your mates could rent a house and move in together,” suggested Barbara. “Nah, I like it here,” Buddy babbled taking another sip of coke. “You need to get a job!” Gary stated. “Where on the Gold Coast would I find a job?” he moaned. “We’ve got you an interview with WOW Cinemas and you’re going and you’re getting that job!” yelled Barbara going back to her lounge chair with Gary following. Nobody said a word to each other until the next morning, even dinner was awkward. Buddy woke up at his normal time, 10.00am and put on his long brown shorts and his Peace-out t-shirt and went to go spike up his charcoal coloured hair. He then came out to find Barbara, Gary and some weird guy with a long nose standing right in front of him. “The interview is going to be held here, so are you ready?” exclaimed Barbara. “I guess,” muttered Buddy following them into the study. Buddy sat down on Barbara’s swivel lavender study chair, he pulled a piece of old gum off the bottom of the chair and stuck it in his mouth. Barbara turned away and shut the door wishing she hadn’t seen that. WOW Cinema Manager, Michael Winskey sat down and put some official papers on the desk in front of him. “So Buddy how much do you want this job,” asked Michael. “Not at all, my parents just want me to get a job,” responded Buddy still chewing the gum. “So what are your hobbies,” questioned Michael. “I have my own band,” mumbled Buddy spitting his gum into the bin, but missing.

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