YA (M/F)
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Transcript
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Hey, you're the girl from the restaurant, aren't you? I look up and see, to my astonishment that cute textbook boy is sitting across the waiting area from me. I gave at him actually, I almost fall off my chair. I think I gurgle some kind of response that doesn't consist of actual words. You okay? He asks after a moment. Um yeah, I say, collecting myself, I straighten up in my chair, push my glasses up and pull my cap down. I blink at him a few times. I can't believe he's here or that he recognized me. Well, not me exactly, but the Amanda version of me, the new me. I recognized your Dodgers hat. He says not many Dodgers fans around here. I can't get my tongue to cooperate and say anything. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I can go wait over there if you want. Cute textbook boy says after a minute looking at me uncertainly. No, I say quickly. I mean that's fine. Stay here. I was just um thinking about what cute textbook boy asks. He studies my face and I fight the urge to gaze dreamily back into his eyes. I look away quickly. After all, I can't have people looking too closely at me, right? Especially when they're looking at me. Makes my heart race just money. I blurt out. I mean after I pay for this tire, I have like no money left. I feel like crying and I realize I probably sound like a total idiot blurting out personal information like that. Something is happening to my brain. Do you have a job? He asks to earn money for the tire. I mean, no, he looks like he's about to say something, but just then the mechanic behind the desk barks out green jeep Cherokee and looks in our direction. Cute textbook boy, stands up. That's me. He shrugs. Look, you should apply at D'Angelo's. He says they're hiring the restaurant. I ask stupidly, my mind spinning me work at a restaurant. I can't even imagine. But it would be a job and maybe I'd get to see a cute textbook boy more often. Now that would be worth thinking about. Yeah, he says, you know, menus, pasta customers got it. I say laughing, thanks. Sure. He says, he looks at me for another moment anyhow. Um see you around. He's gone before I realized that I didn't even get his name by the time my car is done an hour later, I thought it through. I don't have a choice. My money will run out soon, which means just one thing, cute textbook boy is right, I have to get a job