Post by AmbeeBee on Dec 7, 2010 17:06:25 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]
Durham, North Carolina. It was the very last place that Sunday Kirch wanted to be on this mild November night, nevertheless, here she was. Sunday stood inside the great lobby of Durham Performing Arts Center in a line of eager concert goers including her mother.
"Are you excited?" Lilli Kirch asked her 22 year old daughter, nudging her slightly. A bright smile warmed her face as she awaited Sunday's reply.
Sunday forced a smile, nodding. "Of course Mom, couldn't be any more excited than I am at the moment." Although she was absolutely convincing of her claim, her mother saw right through that facade.
Lilli sighed. "Come on, Sunnie, it'll be so much fun." She studied the uninterested look on her daughter's face. "Besides, I really think you'll enjoy..."
"Celtic Thunder?" Sunday asked. "Don’t count on it...I'm not into guys with kilts, Mom. Not at all."
Lilli laughed. "Well, we'll see about that. I'm just glad I'm getting to spend some extra time with my favorite daughter before she goes back to college."
Sunday smiled. "I'm you're only daughter, Mom. And I'm happy for the quality time as well, even if it is doing something so lame."
Lilli rolled her eyes and checked her cell phone. "Look, it's almost time to go in!" Her smile grew even more as her eyes lit up with excitement.
Sunday couldn't help but laugh at her mother's enthusiasm. "Okay, okay, calm down there, Mama. I'm sure you can wait at least 20 more minutes. "Hey, I'm going to go find a restroom, I'll be back in a few, okay?" Sunday waited for Lilli's nod of approval before slipping under the velvet rope in search for a restroom.
It's easy to say that Sunday may have lost her way back to the auditorium after exiting the restroom. Well, nevermind maybe, she WAS lost. She looked around the enormous lobby, eventually finding the floor map and attempting to locate where she was.
"Lookin' for something?"
Sunday's concentration was broken by an accented voice. She turned around to meet the gaze of an admittingly attractive young man. She began to answer, but noticed a rather cocky smirk begin to form on his lips. Sunday frowned, instantly getting the vibe that this man was perhaps quite full of himself.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I'm attempting to find my way back to that stupid auditorium.." She muttered, returning her attention back to the floor map.
The young man chuckled. "Easy there, Lass. No need to lose your temper, now is there?"
Sunday immediately looked back to the young man, her formerly irritated look turning into one of slight anger. 'Excuse me?"
The young man, who towered at least a foot over Sunday, did not reply, but looked her over in confusion. This young woman was obviously here for the show, yet she seemed to be completely clueless as to who he was. The young man did not answer, only continued to stare at her.
Sunday wrinkled her nose, assuming that he was checking her out. "I would very much appreciate if you keep your eyes where they belong, thanks." She said shortly.
The Irishman snapped out of his thoughts, his cheeks reddening slightly at her reprimand. "My Lord, you are a feisty one, aren't you?" He stuck his hand out in an invitation for her to shake it. "M'name's Paul, and you are?"
Sunday ignored his hand. "Very irritated, to be honest. Now can you help me or not?"
Paul smirked, stepping closer to her. "Not without a name first, darling."
Sunday scoffed, crossing her arms. "Perv." She muttered.
"Ah, and a bit sassy, too, aren't ye?" He asked, chuckling slightly.
"Sunday? Oh there you are...oh my.."
Sunday turned to see her mother, a quite surprised look gracing her features. "S-Sunday, we'd better go take our seats." She said quietly, gently tugging on her daughter's arm."
Sunday sighed, relieved that she could soon escape from this rather annoying situation. "Gladly!" She replied, starting to walk away.
"So Sunday it is then?"
Sunday stopped in her tracks, but did not turn to look at the cocky Irishman.
"Hmm," Paul continued, "t'is a very beautiful name...Not certain that it fits you, but beautiful nonetheless.."
Sunday turned once more, sending a glare towards Paul. "Yeah, well what do you know?"
Paul couldn't help but laugh at the young woman. "See you around, Sunday."
"Over my dead body."[/glow]
Okay, what d'ya think? Constructive criticism is always welcome! Hope you enjoyed it! More to come soon.
Durham, North Carolina. It was the very last place that Sunday Kirch wanted to be on this mild November night, nevertheless, here she was. Sunday stood inside the great lobby of Durham Performing Arts Center in a line of eager concert goers including her mother.
"Are you excited?" Lilli Kirch asked her 22 year old daughter, nudging her slightly. A bright smile warmed her face as she awaited Sunday's reply.
Sunday forced a smile, nodding. "Of course Mom, couldn't be any more excited than I am at the moment." Although she was absolutely convincing of her claim, her mother saw right through that facade.
Lilli sighed. "Come on, Sunnie, it'll be so much fun." She studied the uninterested look on her daughter's face. "Besides, I really think you'll enjoy..."
"Celtic Thunder?" Sunday asked. "Don’t count on it...I'm not into guys with kilts, Mom. Not at all."
Lilli laughed. "Well, we'll see about that. I'm just glad I'm getting to spend some extra time with my favorite daughter before she goes back to college."
Sunday smiled. "I'm you're only daughter, Mom. And I'm happy for the quality time as well, even if it is doing something so lame."
Lilli rolled her eyes and checked her cell phone. "Look, it's almost time to go in!" Her smile grew even more as her eyes lit up with excitement.
Sunday couldn't help but laugh at her mother's enthusiasm. "Okay, okay, calm down there, Mama. I'm sure you can wait at least 20 more minutes. "Hey, I'm going to go find a restroom, I'll be back in a few, okay?" Sunday waited for Lilli's nod of approval before slipping under the velvet rope in search for a restroom.
It's easy to say that Sunday may have lost her way back to the auditorium after exiting the restroom. Well, nevermind maybe, she WAS lost. She looked around the enormous lobby, eventually finding the floor map and attempting to locate where she was.
"Lookin' for something?"
Sunday's concentration was broken by an accented voice. She turned around to meet the gaze of an admittingly attractive young man. She began to answer, but noticed a rather cocky smirk begin to form on his lips. Sunday frowned, instantly getting the vibe that this man was perhaps quite full of himself.
"As a matter of fact, yes. I'm attempting to find my way back to that stupid auditorium.." She muttered, returning her attention back to the floor map.
The young man chuckled. "Easy there, Lass. No need to lose your temper, now is there?"
Sunday immediately looked back to the young man, her formerly irritated look turning into one of slight anger. 'Excuse me?"
The young man, who towered at least a foot over Sunday, did not reply, but looked her over in confusion. This young woman was obviously here for the show, yet she seemed to be completely clueless as to who he was. The young man did not answer, only continued to stare at her.
Sunday wrinkled her nose, assuming that he was checking her out. "I would very much appreciate if you keep your eyes where they belong, thanks." She said shortly.
The Irishman snapped out of his thoughts, his cheeks reddening slightly at her reprimand. "My Lord, you are a feisty one, aren't you?" He stuck his hand out in an invitation for her to shake it. "M'name's Paul, and you are?"
Sunday ignored his hand. "Very irritated, to be honest. Now can you help me or not?"
Paul smirked, stepping closer to her. "Not without a name first, darling."
Sunday scoffed, crossing her arms. "Perv." She muttered.
"Ah, and a bit sassy, too, aren't ye?" He asked, chuckling slightly.
"Sunday? Oh there you are...oh my.."
Sunday turned to see her mother, a quite surprised look gracing her features. "S-Sunday, we'd better go take our seats." She said quietly, gently tugging on her daughter's arm."
Sunday sighed, relieved that she could soon escape from this rather annoying situation. "Gladly!" She replied, starting to walk away.
"So Sunday it is then?"
Sunday stopped in her tracks, but did not turn to look at the cocky Irishman.
"Hmm," Paul continued, "t'is a very beautiful name...Not certain that it fits you, but beautiful nonetheless.."
Sunday turned once more, sending a glare towards Paul. "Yeah, well what do you know?"
Paul couldn't help but laugh at the young woman. "See you around, Sunday."
"Over my dead body."[/glow]
Okay, what d'ya think? Constructive criticism is always welcome! Hope you enjoyed it! More to come soon.