Phoenix Rayne's Blog
March 2, 2015
Emerald The Bitch
Interview with Emerald aka The Bitch
Profession: Being a Bitch and acts of Bitchassness.
Book: Cupid’s Desire
Current Position- Ruining Alareik and Sapphire’s Life by being a Bitch.
Phoenix- Excuse me, you can’t just come in here like that. This is private Property!
Emerald-I just did. And what are you going to do about it?
Phoenix-I’m going to-
Emerald-Oh and before you get started with how you’re going to call the police and so on and what not.
Remember I am the seer, I know all I see all. Now sit your ass down.
The Bitch had a point there was nothing I could do that she didn’t already know about. She knew how everything was already going to play out.
Phoenix-Why are you even here?
Emerald-I wanted to tell my side of the story.
Phoenix-Why? No one wants to hear it. You are not the victim here.
Emerald-So I’m the Villain just like that? I didn’t ask for any of this. I was given this life, not the other way around.
Phoenix-Okay is that it?
Emerald-Why didn’t you ever ask for me to come and tell my story?
Phoenix-Is there anything else Emerald?
Emerald-You do know he loves me too right?
Phoenix-What?
Emerald-Alareik, he doesn’t just love your precious Sapphire. He loves me too.
Phoenix-Only because she’s inside of you.
Emerald-No, that’s not it.
Phoenix-Okay, I think were done here. Emerald thank you so very much for stopping by unannounced. And I’m sure you can see your way out.
I shifted through the papers on my desk when I felt the cold chill in my spine. I looked up and there was a figure in the corner of the room. I looked over at Emerald and she was grinning the most devious and disturbing smile I had ever seen.
Emerald-Uh oh, you’ve done it now Ms. Phoenix.
The figure moved inward and I braised myself for whatever was coming. The Figure wore a grey fedora hat with a grey three piece suit. He had a cane or a sick of some sort but he wasn’t using it to walk.
Phoenix-Kyelican?
Kyelican -Yes.
Profession: Being a Bitch and acts of Bitchassness.
Book: Cupid’s Desire
Current Position- Ruining Alareik and Sapphire’s Life by being a Bitch.
Phoenix- Excuse me, you can’t just come in here like that. This is private Property!
Emerald-I just did. And what are you going to do about it?
Phoenix-I’m going to-
Emerald-Oh and before you get started with how you’re going to call the police and so on and what not.
Remember I am the seer, I know all I see all. Now sit your ass down.
The Bitch had a point there was nothing I could do that she didn’t already know about. She knew how everything was already going to play out.
Phoenix-Why are you even here?
Emerald-I wanted to tell my side of the story.
Phoenix-Why? No one wants to hear it. You are not the victim here.
Emerald-So I’m the Villain just like that? I didn’t ask for any of this. I was given this life, not the other way around.
Phoenix-Okay is that it?
Emerald-Why didn’t you ever ask for me to come and tell my story?
Phoenix-Is there anything else Emerald?
Emerald-You do know he loves me too right?
Phoenix-What?
Emerald-Alareik, he doesn’t just love your precious Sapphire. He loves me too.
Phoenix-Only because she’s inside of you.
Emerald-No, that’s not it.
Phoenix-Okay, I think were done here. Emerald thank you so very much for stopping by unannounced. And I’m sure you can see your way out.
I shifted through the papers on my desk when I felt the cold chill in my spine. I looked up and there was a figure in the corner of the room. I looked over at Emerald and she was grinning the most devious and disturbing smile I had ever seen.
Emerald-Uh oh, you’ve done it now Ms. Phoenix.
The figure moved inward and I braised myself for whatever was coming. The Figure wore a grey fedora hat with a grey three piece suit. He had a cane or a sick of some sort but he wasn’t using it to walk.
Phoenix-Kyelican?
Kyelican -Yes.
Alareik The Cupid
Interview with the one and only Alareik
Profession: Being the hottest Cupid on earth.
Book: Cupid’s Desire
Current Position- Protect Sapphire on earth.
Well you all may remember, the last interview didn’t go so well. Frenchy apparently wanted to show ass, and Alareik had to step in. I’m picking exactly where I left off.
When I came to, I was in Alareiks arm. He cradled me like a baby. Frenchy was pacing the floor back and forth.
Frenchy- Is she woke yet?
Alareik- No not yet.
Frenchy- Why the fuck not? I barely touched her.
Alareik- French, she’s human. She can’t handle that shit you dish out.
I was fully alert now but I didn’t stir in Alareiks arms. He smelt like soap, and that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever endured. Alareik rubbed the side of face, and I tried to hold back a grin.
“I know you’re awake, I can stay like this with you all day just to mess with his head.”
I opened my eyes wide, so that I could take him all in. He was absolutely beautiful. His hair was a little longer since the last time I saw him. He had a little stubble on his chin and upper lip. I just wanted to lap my tongue over every hair. I shook my head and pulled myself together. I am writer for God’s sake. Alareik pressed his warm lips on my forehead. I felt the sizzling heat rising in my body.
“She’s not sleeping fucking beauty. And you aint no goddamned Prince.”
“Shut up” Alareik growled.
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough here already?” Alareik asked him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“Well you did.”
I knew enough was enough. I shifted in Alareiks arm and then I turned to face Frenchy.
“I’m alright Frenchy” I told him.
Frenchy eyes started getting a little glossy and then a puff of smoke appeared and he was gone.
“Where’d he go?”
“Who cares?” Alareik huffed.
“I didn’t want him to leave.”
“It was time.”
I sat up in Alareiks arm and he helped me to my feet. I straightened my clothes.
“You look fine.”
I smiled back at him and sat down at my desk. I straightened the strung about papers and Alareik sat across from me.
“What are you doing?” I asked
“I’m waiting on you to interview me.”
He was serious. He clasped his hand behind his head and settled in. I shook my head at him looking through the papers for his questions. I found then and I straightened them out.
Phoenix-When did you start being an active Cupid?
Alareik-When I turned 60.
Phoenix-Why 60?
Alareik-That’s the age where considered accomplished, so to speak.
Phoenix-What about the women?
Alareik-We cherish out women a little different than humans do.
Phoenix-How so?
Alareik-We understand our women have the hardest jobs. They bare children, they raise them and they keep the family together. We worship our women. We go out and fight the mean world for them.
Phoenix-But what if the women wanted to go out and be Cupid’s or Guardians or even Warriors?
Alareik-Linden would never go for that. A Cupid, a Guardian, a Warrior can be replaced. But not a women. She is sacred and she is adored. A women meant for a man is the ultimate gift in Linden.
Phoenix-Let’s talk death in Linden.
Alareik-Death is rare but we know when it’s coming.
Phoenix-What do you mean?
Alareik-Everyone has a plain and death it too is a plain.
Phoenix-Oh, so what is a normal age for a Cupid to die?
Alareik-Somewhere around 500 or so.
Phoenix-500 years old?
Alareik-Yes.
Phoenix-Are there other jobs for the men than to be a Cupid, Guardian, or Warrior?
Alareik-Yes, there are many jobs for the men in Linden. Everyone is chosen a task for life.
Phoenix-Who chooses?
Alareik-Onn.
Phoenix-What if you don’t like your task?
Alareik-We don’t think that. In Linden we know we’re all here for the greater good. You can be a shoemaker, a garment designer, a cloud keeper, or a Cupid. Everyone on of those task are necessary. Without any of those task, Linden could fall apart.
Phoenix-I don’t see Linden falling apart over a garment maker.
Alareik-A garment designer, designs our uniforms. Our uniforms protect us from evil, our uniforms makes us strong, and our uniforms is a part of our being.
Alareik looked so serious then. I knew I needed to back up from this subject.
Phoenix-What exactly was the Cupid’s training?
Alareik stood to his feet and rushed to the window. The papers on my desk flew around the small room.
Phoenix-What’s wrong?
Alareik-I have to go now?
Phoenix-Is there danger?
Alareik-Only for me, she won’t hurt you.
And then Alareik was gone. I ran to the window and nothing was there. There was a quick knock on the door. I walked over to it and looked through the peep hole. I recognized the heart shaped face and opened the door at once. I was just about to greet her when I saw her attire. She wore a long black fitted dress with two slits on both leg going up to her black lacey panties. She wore blood red lipstick and her hair was bone straight.
Phoenix-Emerald?
Emerald-In the flesh.
She pushed me back into the room and slammed the door behind her.
Profession: Being the hottest Cupid on earth.
Book: Cupid’s Desire
Current Position- Protect Sapphire on earth.
Well you all may remember, the last interview didn’t go so well. Frenchy apparently wanted to show ass, and Alareik had to step in. I’m picking exactly where I left off.
When I came to, I was in Alareiks arm. He cradled me like a baby. Frenchy was pacing the floor back and forth.
Frenchy- Is she woke yet?
Alareik- No not yet.
Frenchy- Why the fuck not? I barely touched her.
Alareik- French, she’s human. She can’t handle that shit you dish out.
I was fully alert now but I didn’t stir in Alareiks arms. He smelt like soap, and that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever endured. Alareik rubbed the side of face, and I tried to hold back a grin.
“I know you’re awake, I can stay like this with you all day just to mess with his head.”
I opened my eyes wide, so that I could take him all in. He was absolutely beautiful. His hair was a little longer since the last time I saw him. He had a little stubble on his chin and upper lip. I just wanted to lap my tongue over every hair. I shook my head and pulled myself together. I am writer for God’s sake. Alareik pressed his warm lips on my forehead. I felt the sizzling heat rising in my body.
“She’s not sleeping fucking beauty. And you aint no goddamned Prince.”
“Shut up” Alareik growled.
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough here already?” Alareik asked him.
“I didn’t mean to hurt her.”
“Well you did.”
I knew enough was enough. I shifted in Alareiks arm and then I turned to face Frenchy.
“I’m alright Frenchy” I told him.
Frenchy eyes started getting a little glossy and then a puff of smoke appeared and he was gone.
“Where’d he go?”
“Who cares?” Alareik huffed.
“I didn’t want him to leave.”
“It was time.”
I sat up in Alareiks arm and he helped me to my feet. I straightened my clothes.
“You look fine.”
I smiled back at him and sat down at my desk. I straightened the strung about papers and Alareik sat across from me.
“What are you doing?” I asked
“I’m waiting on you to interview me.”
He was serious. He clasped his hand behind his head and settled in. I shook my head at him looking through the papers for his questions. I found then and I straightened them out.
Phoenix-When did you start being an active Cupid?
Alareik-When I turned 60.
Phoenix-Why 60?
Alareik-That’s the age where considered accomplished, so to speak.
Phoenix-What about the women?
Alareik-We cherish out women a little different than humans do.
Phoenix-How so?
Alareik-We understand our women have the hardest jobs. They bare children, they raise them and they keep the family together. We worship our women. We go out and fight the mean world for them.
Phoenix-But what if the women wanted to go out and be Cupid’s or Guardians or even Warriors?
Alareik-Linden would never go for that. A Cupid, a Guardian, a Warrior can be replaced. But not a women. She is sacred and she is adored. A women meant for a man is the ultimate gift in Linden.
Phoenix-Let’s talk death in Linden.
Alareik-Death is rare but we know when it’s coming.
Phoenix-What do you mean?
Alareik-Everyone has a plain and death it too is a plain.
Phoenix-Oh, so what is a normal age for a Cupid to die?
Alareik-Somewhere around 500 or so.
Phoenix-500 years old?
Alareik-Yes.
Phoenix-Are there other jobs for the men than to be a Cupid, Guardian, or Warrior?
Alareik-Yes, there are many jobs for the men in Linden. Everyone is chosen a task for life.
Phoenix-Who chooses?
Alareik-Onn.
Phoenix-What if you don’t like your task?
Alareik-We don’t think that. In Linden we know we’re all here for the greater good. You can be a shoemaker, a garment designer, a cloud keeper, or a Cupid. Everyone on of those task are necessary. Without any of those task, Linden could fall apart.
Phoenix-I don’t see Linden falling apart over a garment maker.
Alareik-A garment designer, designs our uniforms. Our uniforms protect us from evil, our uniforms makes us strong, and our uniforms is a part of our being.
Alareik looked so serious then. I knew I needed to back up from this subject.
Phoenix-What exactly was the Cupid’s training?
Alareik stood to his feet and rushed to the window. The papers on my desk flew around the small room.
Phoenix-What’s wrong?
Alareik-I have to go now?
Phoenix-Is there danger?
Alareik-Only for me, she won’t hurt you.
And then Alareik was gone. I ran to the window and nothing was there. There was a quick knock on the door. I walked over to it and looked through the peep hole. I recognized the heart shaped face and opened the door at once. I was just about to greet her when I saw her attire. She wore a long black fitted dress with two slits on both leg going up to her black lacey panties. She wore blood red lipstick and her hair was bone straight.
Phoenix-Emerald?
Emerald-In the flesh.
She pushed me back into the room and slammed the door behind her.
Frenchy The Leprechaun
Interview with the one and only Frenchy
Name: Frenchy or The Leprechaun
Profession: Being a Leprechaun
Book: Cupid’s Desire
Pet Peeve: Don’t touch his pot of GOLD!!
I must worn all of you that this interview was one of the most challenging interviews I have ever done. Things got a little carried away and I had to stop this interview in the middle of our session.
As I began to sit down into my interviewing chair, I heard a loud crash coming from the hall. I shot straight up out of my chair. I heard a few curse words and then there was a puff of smoke.
Frenchy stood there in the door way with a pipe hanging out of his mouth and a flask in his hand.
He wore Brown corduroy pants, suspenders, a cream button down and a green suede blazer.
He stumbled over to the chair and climbed up on it. I wanted to help him but I knew from reading about Frenchy he didn’t like to be touched. Once Frenchy was settled in his chair, I sat down across the desk from him.
Phoenix- Mr. Frenchy, thank you so very much for meeting with me today.
Frenchy- Who the fuck are ya?
Phoenix- I’m sorry, I’m Phoenix Rayne, The author of Cupid’s Desire. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Frenchy- It aint my pleasure.
Phoenix- I’m sorry?
Frenchy- Can’t ya hear? I said it aint my pleasure.
Phoenix- Uhmmmm okay, well I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe we should just get started.
Frenchy- Ya aint offered me no drank or nothin.
Phoenix- I’m so very sorry
Mr. Frenchy. I will be right back. I headed for the liquor cabinet across the room to get him something to drink.
Frenchy- Well ya ass could use some improvement.
I stood straight up and gripped the glass tight as I poured him a generous amount of Crown Royal Black. I walked as straight as a board back towards the desk. I sat the glass down in front of him on the desk, and walked back around to my chair. I sat down and shifted through my papers.
Frenchy- Tits are nice though.
He so called complimented in between his first swallow.
Phoenix- Mr. Frenchy, what is exactly do you do?
Frenchy- I’m in da bankin business.
Phoenix- Banking?
Frenchy- Are you tits so fucking big they blocking ye ears? Yea bankin, shit.I shuffled through my papers once more.
Phoenix- Mr. Frenchy, how do you feel about Sapphire?
He looked up at me, then he sat his almost empty glass on the desk.
Frenchy- She’s a saint.Phoenix- Yes I believe she is as well. You and Sapphire have a great relationship. Do you see her as a daughter, a sister, or possibly a lover?
Frenchy- Da fuck you mean?
Phoenix- I meant no disrespect. I’m just trying to get a feel of how your relationship is with her.
Frenchy- I aint been feeling on her, that’s Pissy Boys job. And he aint doing that right.
Phoenix- I’m sorry, we’ll move on to the next question.
Frenchy- Ask me about him?
Phoenix- Who?Frenchy- PISSY BOY!!!
Phoenix- Uhmmm I don’t have any questions for you about Alareik.
Frenchy- Why the fuck not?
Phoenix- Let’s talk about something else right now.
Frenchy- Let’s talk about the Cupid, do you fancy him?
He asked as he yanked his glass off the desk, almost falling off the chair. I reached out towards him and he gave me the most fearsome look I have ever seen.
Phoenix- I think he’s a very good man.
I felt the back my neck getting hot and then my throat. The heat continued to go down further down between the gap in between my beast and then my nipples felt as though they were on fire. I looked over at Frenchy and he was licking his lips, gripping at the seat of his pants. I just about to start screaming from the pain when I heard a crashing noise.
“That’s enough Frenchy!”
I heard the mystery voice yell from across the room. Someone was lurking in the shadows. The pain stopped for a second and then it started right back up. I slid out the chair and hit the floor. Cooled hands wrapped around me securely. I looked up into the warmest set of eyes I had ever seen. His chiseled face and bare chest looked as though he had been carved from stone. He whipped his head around back over towards Frenchy who was now standing to his feet, ready to fight.
“I said enough!!”
The pain once again died out and all I hear was Frenchy’s panting.
“Phoenix are you alright?”
Phoenix- Yes Alareik.
Was all I could stammer out before I passed out. Part Two coming next week.
Name: Frenchy or The Leprechaun
Profession: Being a Leprechaun
Book: Cupid’s Desire
Pet Peeve: Don’t touch his pot of GOLD!!
I must worn all of you that this interview was one of the most challenging interviews I have ever done. Things got a little carried away and I had to stop this interview in the middle of our session.
As I began to sit down into my interviewing chair, I heard a loud crash coming from the hall. I shot straight up out of my chair. I heard a few curse words and then there was a puff of smoke.
Frenchy stood there in the door way with a pipe hanging out of his mouth and a flask in his hand.
He wore Brown corduroy pants, suspenders, a cream button down and a green suede blazer.
He stumbled over to the chair and climbed up on it. I wanted to help him but I knew from reading about Frenchy he didn’t like to be touched. Once Frenchy was settled in his chair, I sat down across the desk from him.
Phoenix- Mr. Frenchy, thank you so very much for meeting with me today.
Frenchy- Who the fuck are ya?
Phoenix- I’m sorry, I’m Phoenix Rayne, The author of Cupid’s Desire. It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Frenchy- It aint my pleasure.
Phoenix- I’m sorry?
Frenchy- Can’t ya hear? I said it aint my pleasure.
Phoenix- Uhmmmm okay, well I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe we should just get started.
Frenchy- Ya aint offered me no drank or nothin.
Phoenix- I’m so very sorry
Mr. Frenchy. I will be right back. I headed for the liquor cabinet across the room to get him something to drink.
Frenchy- Well ya ass could use some improvement.
I stood straight up and gripped the glass tight as I poured him a generous amount of Crown Royal Black. I walked as straight as a board back towards the desk. I sat the glass down in front of him on the desk, and walked back around to my chair. I sat down and shifted through my papers.
Frenchy- Tits are nice though.
He so called complimented in between his first swallow.
Phoenix- Mr. Frenchy, what is exactly do you do?
Frenchy- I’m in da bankin business.
Phoenix- Banking?
Frenchy- Are you tits so fucking big they blocking ye ears? Yea bankin, shit.I shuffled through my papers once more.
Phoenix- Mr. Frenchy, how do you feel about Sapphire?
He looked up at me, then he sat his almost empty glass on the desk.
Frenchy- She’s a saint.Phoenix- Yes I believe she is as well. You and Sapphire have a great relationship. Do you see her as a daughter, a sister, or possibly a lover?
Frenchy- Da fuck you mean?
Phoenix- I meant no disrespect. I’m just trying to get a feel of how your relationship is with her.
Frenchy- I aint been feeling on her, that’s Pissy Boys job. And he aint doing that right.
Phoenix- I’m sorry, we’ll move on to the next question.
Frenchy- Ask me about him?
Phoenix- Who?Frenchy- PISSY BOY!!!
Phoenix- Uhmmm I don’t have any questions for you about Alareik.
Frenchy- Why the fuck not?
Phoenix- Let’s talk about something else right now.
Frenchy- Let’s talk about the Cupid, do you fancy him?
He asked as he yanked his glass off the desk, almost falling off the chair. I reached out towards him and he gave me the most fearsome look I have ever seen.
Phoenix- I think he’s a very good man.
I felt the back my neck getting hot and then my throat. The heat continued to go down further down between the gap in between my beast and then my nipples felt as though they were on fire. I looked over at Frenchy and he was licking his lips, gripping at the seat of his pants. I just about to start screaming from the pain when I heard a crashing noise.
“That’s enough Frenchy!”
I heard the mystery voice yell from across the room. Someone was lurking in the shadows. The pain stopped for a second and then it started right back up. I slid out the chair and hit the floor. Cooled hands wrapped around me securely. I looked up into the warmest set of eyes I had ever seen. His chiseled face and bare chest looked as though he had been carved from stone. He whipped his head around back over towards Frenchy who was now standing to his feet, ready to fight.
“I said enough!!”
The pain once again died out and all I hear was Frenchy’s panting.
“Phoenix are you alright?”
Phoenix- Yes Alareik.
Was all I could stammer out before I passed out. Part Two coming next week.
Interviewing the Underdog
D’Aatagnan Crain
Occupation: Director of Consumers in the Coffee Industry
Phoenix: Mr. Crain, thank you so much for meeting with me today.
D’Artagnan: Please call me D’Artagnan, and it’s my pleasure.
Phoenix: Thank you D’Artagnan, well let’s get started.
Mr. Crain crosses his right leg over his left and then grips his ankle with his left hand.
Phoenix: Do you have any love interests at the moment?
Mr. Crain looks up at the ceiling, takes in a deep breath and then smiles. He drops his head and then he looks at me head on. His look was so crucial that I had to turn away from him. I looked down and shifted through my papers.
D’Artagnan: I’m trying to keep busy. I have my hands in so many different projects right now.
Phoenix: Thank you for that but D’Artagnan you didn't answer my question.
Mr. Crain glared at me with his iced blue eyes. I was hypnotized by him for a moment and then my phone buzzed in my pocket and I was released. I patted my sweaty forehead and then I cleared my voice.
Phoenix: How is your relationship with your family?
D’Artagnan: My family and I are extremely close. We've always been a close nit family.
Phoenix: Where did you grow up?
D’Artagnan: New York and Chicago mostly.
Phoenix: So which city did you like most?
D’Artagnan: Seattle
Phoenix: But you just said-
Mr. Crain glared at me and then I felt a chill down my back. I shifted through my papers again.
Phoenix: Could you tell me about the first day you met Cricket?
D’Artagnan: I could but I won’t, next question.
Phoenix: uhmm, how about the first time you met Jyme Samson, can you tell me about that?
D’Artagnan: He’s a dick, what else would you like to know about him?
Phoenix: Uhmmm, a lot of people would disagree with you on that.
D’Artagnan: He’s an ass hole.
Phoenix: Okay, a lot of people are rooted for Jyme and Cricket, how do you feel about that?
D’Artagnan: How do I feel? You want to know how I feel? I’ll tell you how I really feel. I FEEL like Cricket can do better, I FEEL like the best guy never wins, I FEEL like there’s got to be more to life than this.
Phoenix: D’Artagnan what are you referring to?
Mr. Crain grunts and rubs his hands up and down his thighs and he rocks in his chair. I nervously shift through my papers again.
Phoenix- Uhmm D’Artagnan what are your ambitions/goals?
The room falls silent as Mr. Crain stares into space. Phoenix: D’Artagnan?
Phoenix: Mr. Crain?
D’Artagnan: Her.
Phoenix: Excuse me?
D’Artagnan: She’s my ambitions, she’s my goals, and she’s my everything.
Mr. Crain was speaking as though he was in a trance. He was just starring off into space.
Phoenix: D’Artagnan, are you referring to Cricket?
D’Artagnan: He’ll never love her like I do.
Phoenix: D’Artagnan?
Mr. Crain stands, buttons his suit coat, and exits my office without a word.
Occupation: Director of Consumers in the Coffee Industry
Phoenix: Mr. Crain, thank you so much for meeting with me today.
D’Artagnan: Please call me D’Artagnan, and it’s my pleasure.
Phoenix: Thank you D’Artagnan, well let’s get started.
Mr. Crain crosses his right leg over his left and then grips his ankle with his left hand.
Phoenix: Do you have any love interests at the moment?
Mr. Crain looks up at the ceiling, takes in a deep breath and then smiles. He drops his head and then he looks at me head on. His look was so crucial that I had to turn away from him. I looked down and shifted through my papers.
D’Artagnan: I’m trying to keep busy. I have my hands in so many different projects right now.
Phoenix: Thank you for that but D’Artagnan you didn't answer my question.
Mr. Crain glared at me with his iced blue eyes. I was hypnotized by him for a moment and then my phone buzzed in my pocket and I was released. I patted my sweaty forehead and then I cleared my voice.
Phoenix: How is your relationship with your family?
D’Artagnan: My family and I are extremely close. We've always been a close nit family.
Phoenix: Where did you grow up?
D’Artagnan: New York and Chicago mostly.
Phoenix: So which city did you like most?
D’Artagnan: Seattle
Phoenix: But you just said-
Mr. Crain glared at me and then I felt a chill down my back. I shifted through my papers again.
Phoenix: Could you tell me about the first day you met Cricket?
D’Artagnan: I could but I won’t, next question.
Phoenix: uhmm, how about the first time you met Jyme Samson, can you tell me about that?
D’Artagnan: He’s a dick, what else would you like to know about him?
Phoenix: Uhmmm, a lot of people would disagree with you on that.
D’Artagnan: He’s an ass hole.
Phoenix: Okay, a lot of people are rooted for Jyme and Cricket, how do you feel about that?
D’Artagnan: How do I feel? You want to know how I feel? I’ll tell you how I really feel. I FEEL like Cricket can do better, I FEEL like the best guy never wins, I FEEL like there’s got to be more to life than this.
Phoenix: D’Artagnan what are you referring to?
Mr. Crain grunts and rubs his hands up and down his thighs and he rocks in his chair. I nervously shift through my papers again.
Phoenix- Uhmm D’Artagnan what are your ambitions/goals?
The room falls silent as Mr. Crain stares into space. Phoenix: D’Artagnan?
Phoenix: Mr. Crain?
D’Artagnan: Her.
Phoenix: Excuse me?
D’Artagnan: She’s my ambitions, she’s my goals, and she’s my everything.
Mr. Crain was speaking as though he was in a trance. He was just starring off into space.
Phoenix: D’Artagnan, are you referring to Cricket?
D’Artagnan: He’ll never love her like I do.
Phoenix: D’Artagnan?
Mr. Crain stands, buttons his suit coat, and exits my office without a word.
Villain Name: JJ Samson
Book Title: Heels of Love, The Enclave of Jyme, Wounded Love, and Winter in Love.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ, tell us a little about yourself.
JJ: I am a devoted mother and wife.
Phoenix: Is that it?
JJ: That’s all that’s important.
Phoenix: Okayyyyy, I don’t feel that accurately describes you?
JJ: Do you think I’m a bad mother and wife Phoenix?
Phoenix: No maim, I don’t think that and I wasn't implying that.
JJ: That’s unfair Phoenix you’re the one who made me out to be the bad guy.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ, I’m sorry that you think that but I assure you-
***she interrupted me by holding up a hand***
JJ: Don’t bother.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ I’m being serious.
JJ: I don’t need your empathy Phoenix, we all know who your books are catered to.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ, when I pictured this interview this was not the image. I wanted you to finally have a say in your own words. And now this has turned into a disaster. I apologize to you for any wrong doing I've done to you. I assure that was not my intentions. I admire you for being that type of mother that can be a best friend and still a strong mom.
The room falls silent and Mrs. JJ tosses her hair over her shoulders. When she looks up her eyes are glossy. I push the box of Kleenex towards her. She takes out two sheets and pats her eyes.
Phoenix: Okay on a lighter note, if you were stuck on an island, what three things would you bring?
JJ: My two children and my husband.
Phoenix: Who is your favorite musical artist?
JJ: Marvin Gaye,Phoenix: What’s your favorite television show?
JJ: Nurse Jackie.
Phoenix: What’s your favorite color?
JJ: Black or Off Black.
Phoenix: Okayyyy, How did you and Mr. Samson meet?
JJ: He stole some fry bread from my mother at the farmers market when we were kids.
Phoenix: And……
JJ: We became friends and then we got married and had a family.
Phoenix: Was it love at first sight?
JJ: Not at first but then it turned into love.
Phoenix: How did you get along with Mr. Samson’s mother?
JJ: She hated me at first but then I grew on her.
Phoenix: Speaking of growing o someone, do you think Cricket would ever grow on you?
JJ: I love Cricket, she brought my son back to me and she put her life on the line for him. I will forever have a special place in my heart for her. Phoenix: In my final question, I would like to ask if you have anything you would like to get off of your chest?
JJ: I never meant for mine and Crickets first visit to go the way it did. It just all happened so fast and she was an outsider and I knew nothing about her. She seemed nice and of course she’s gorgeous but I knew nothing about her beyond that pretty face. I know now Cricket will do anything for my son. And for that I will love her forever.
Phoenix: Thank you Mrs. JJ for your time and your honesty.
JJ: It was nice to have finally met you Phoenix. And Congratulations on all of your success.
Phoenix: Thank you Mrs. JJ and it has been an absolute pleasure.
Mrs. JJ lends over and reaches her hand out to me. We shake and then she gave me a small smile.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ, tell us a little about yourself.
JJ: I am a devoted mother and wife.
Phoenix: Is that it?
JJ: That’s all that’s important.
Phoenix: Okayyyyy, I don’t feel that accurately describes you?
JJ: Do you think I’m a bad mother and wife Phoenix?
Phoenix: No maim, I don’t think that and I wasn't implying that.
JJ: That’s unfair Phoenix you’re the one who made me out to be the bad guy.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ, I’m sorry that you think that but I assure you-
***she interrupted me by holding up a hand***
JJ: Don’t bother.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ I’m being serious.
JJ: I don’t need your empathy Phoenix, we all know who your books are catered to.
Phoenix: Mrs. JJ, when I pictured this interview this was not the image. I wanted you to finally have a say in your own words. And now this has turned into a disaster. I apologize to you for any wrong doing I've done to you. I assure that was not my intentions. I admire you for being that type of mother that can be a best friend and still a strong mom.
The room falls silent and Mrs. JJ tosses her hair over her shoulders. When she looks up her eyes are glossy. I push the box of Kleenex towards her. She takes out two sheets and pats her eyes.
Phoenix: Okay on a lighter note, if you were stuck on an island, what three things would you bring?
JJ: My two children and my husband.
Phoenix: Who is your favorite musical artist?
JJ: Marvin Gaye,Phoenix: What’s your favorite television show?
JJ: Nurse Jackie.
Phoenix: What’s your favorite color?
JJ: Black or Off Black.
Phoenix: Okayyyy, How did you and Mr. Samson meet?
JJ: He stole some fry bread from my mother at the farmers market when we were kids.
Phoenix: And……
JJ: We became friends and then we got married and had a family.
Phoenix: Was it love at first sight?
JJ: Not at first but then it turned into love.
Phoenix: How did you get along with Mr. Samson’s mother?
JJ: She hated me at first but then I grew on her.
Phoenix: Speaking of growing o someone, do you think Cricket would ever grow on you?
JJ: I love Cricket, she brought my son back to me and she put her life on the line for him. I will forever have a special place in my heart for her. Phoenix: In my final question, I would like to ask if you have anything you would like to get off of your chest?
JJ: I never meant for mine and Crickets first visit to go the way it did. It just all happened so fast and she was an outsider and I knew nothing about her. She seemed nice and of course she’s gorgeous but I knew nothing about her beyond that pretty face. I know now Cricket will do anything for my son. And for that I will love her forever.
Phoenix: Thank you Mrs. JJ for your time and your honesty.
JJ: It was nice to have finally met you Phoenix. And Congratulations on all of your success.
Phoenix: Thank you Mrs. JJ and it has been an absolute pleasure.
Mrs. JJ lends over and reaches her hand out to me. We shake and then she gave me a small smile.
Breaking The Law
Emeli Sande couldn't have sang it better, when she belted out the song. Emeli said she’ll never stop Breaking the Law, she’ll never stop helping to pull them through. She also mentions that she gladly set a building on fire for the one she loves. She said she would ignore the alarms and ignore the police. Now I don’t know about anyone else but DAMMIT I want a love like that! To do whatever it takes to make sure you and that person are together. It just gives me chills to think about it. I have been in love over a dozen times. Don’t judge me, some of you are just as bad as me. I mean who didn't fall in love with Stefan Urkel from Family Matters or Jared Leto from My So Called Life? We all have had that butterfly feeling for that special someone, or maybe our special someone was a celebrity. Either way it goes, we know how love feels. Even if it’s Puppy Love, Friendship Love, Family Love or the Ultimate True Love. When it comes to breaking the law for love, I’m open to a lot. Love can and will make you do some crazy things. Now this is not the confessional session, and I will not tell you what I have done. Mostly because I’m not sure what has cleared or not. (Just Kidding, or am I?) I think Emeli said it best when she sang, When you’re taking steps, but you need to go faster. We can speed through streets, so the shadows can’t catch ya. When the corridor and all the stairs are making you tired. I will come for you, set the building on fire. I want a love just like that, how about you?
