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So sorry about the wait. Internet issues and work have been hellish for me. Editing my last post as we speak.
Oh look, someone just spilled the drink on that man. Mildly amusing at best.

Jeremy had finished his salad in near record time, and had taken to perusing the crowded bar in hopes of finding some form of entertainment from the dullness of the corner he sat in. For the most part, everything and everyone was dull to him. No bar fights, no drunken singing. Everything he had thought about middle-class bars was apparently wrong, and it frustrated him.

To think I came here for the entertainment. Get yourself together Jeremy.

He was beginning to sweat for whatever reason. Anxiety issues, perhaps; Perhaps it was fear, though that was highly doubtful. Jeremy did his best to excuse such thoughts from his mind as he looked around the room for the nearest waiter so they could refill his glass. His eyes landed upon the mishap one waiter had with two men and chuckled maliciously to himself.

She's sure to get laid off for that, or at the very least a docking in her wages. Oh, how I would enjoy such a pleasure.
Is this really how I have been reduced? Just another scrap on the ground doomed to eat in bars?

Jeremy smiled as the waitress brought him his plate of food and his glass of water. The food was just a simple salad, and the water simply because he did not trust any of the other liquids to travel past his lips. The waitress gave him another smile and a wink before she twirled around and went on her duties.

How quaint. She believes simple flattery will garner an additional tip.

Jeremy slowly began to eat his salad in the corner of the room he sat in. He really hoped no one would attempt to sit with him, for whatever reason they had for such a cause. He was in no need to find friends at this moment, for his mind was still hell bent on revenge.

I just need time, that is all. Time to get back on my feet. Then they will see the wrath they have brought upon themselves.

Beads of sweat began to slowly drip down Jeremy's face as he continued to eat and drink. He could not yet determine if this sudden bought of perspiration was from the temperature of the bar or his own excitement. He took a napkin and gently cleared his brow of the filthy liquid and folded it neatly under the side of his bowl.

But that is for another time, Jeremy. Focus on the present, or else you will trip towards the future.

It was then that Jeremy noticed a sort of stage in the bar, and had to stifle a scoff.

So, is this some sort of ploy to help draw in customers? Well, marketing and advertisement I suppose. I cannot fault the owner for trying to bring business. I do hope it is not some new, upstarting band. What do they play these days... Grunge? Bah. Makes my head hurt thinking about it.

Jeremy rubbed his temples at the thought, mostly for his own amusement than any actual pain.

((P.S. I really hate my internet.))
I should have another post up some time tonight. Work has been non stop and this is the first chance I have to do anything.
Unfortunately, going to have to pull out of this. Real life is whack.
Finally, a chance to sit down and finish the intro. Darn you, Life, for getting in the way.
Look at these people. Walking by with their heads down and sullen faces. Never looking at anyone directly for fear of making eye contact. They make me sick. No ambition. No drive. Just walk the same way to work, and the same way back home. Each and every day. How many of these people enjoy their life? Better yet, how many of them even deserve what they have now?

Jeremy's fingers flew across the neck of his violin, his bow gliding over the strings as the melody of notes sang through the air. He had played this song at least several hundred times by now, the ebb and flow branded in his mind forevermore. It was the final piece he performed he was kicked from the orchestra he had worked so hard in. It was a masterpiece, written by Jeremy's favorite composer Vivaldi. Though, with the lack of an orchestra he had taken the liberty to ad lib empty spaces in his playing. It was a constant reminder of what was taken from him. A constant reminder that someone had to pay for the crimes against him.

What does that mean for me? Does this mean I am as lowly, as ignoble as the rest of this filth?!

Jeremy's anger channeled through his hands, the notes surging in volume. He loosened the force of the bow on the instrument, yet the volume continued to grow louder and louder. People were turning their heads at the sudden burst of sound that was Jeremy's performance. Jeremy released the bow from the strings in frustration, the sound eventually ceasing it's outburst. He took the moment to look around at the people now watching him. Some clapped silently, others dropped spare change into his instrument's case. He smiled a fake smile and nodded in masked contempt to those who had departed from their money.

If all it takes is a smile and a nod to take these commoner's money, it's no wonder why this filth complain about debt and bills.

Jeremy looked down to the money that had accumulated. From an estimate, forty six dollars and some change. This time, the smile that smeared itself across his face was very real, and slightly sinister.

Was that sudden burst of volume really that entertaining to these people? I shall have to emulate that again if this keeps up. But... What caused it? I have never done it before, so why now? The weather should not effect the sound this much, so it can not be that.

Before he could get too deep in thought, Jeremy's stomach rumbled and gurgled audibly. His eyes trailed up towards the immediate building across the street.

"Bar None. Did they really think themselves clever with that one?"

Jeremy muttered under his breath as he read the big logo(?) on the wall. Despite his feelings about the name, he knew he needed food in order to continue through the day. And, after this morning's stroke of good fortune, he definitely had the money to eat. It may not have been caviar and roe like he was used to, but it would have to do.

Just hope I dodge contracting the runs from this joint.
Just as well, my CS is complete finally.
Just as well, my CS is complete finally.
Wow. Triple post.
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