Billie
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Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
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Post by Billie on Jan 21, 2006 2:15:01 GMT
"Good of you to show up, Miss Ferguson."
She cringed, halfway over the threshold to the dressing room. "I know, Bruce, I know." Billie Ferguson turned to her stage manager looking positively sheepish. "I missed my bus, I'm sorry."
Bruce looked about ready to give her what-for, but Billie - ever prepared - gave a perfectly rehearsed pout. He faltered, growled, and shook his head, muttering as he turned to go, "Okay, okay - just get going. You're up in ten."
A wide smile graced her face and she nodded obediently, slipping into the dressing room and finding an empty vanity. After a quick, cheerful greeting to the club's other ingenues, Billie began warming up her voice while she retrieved make-up, a pair of stiletto heels, and a sleek black dress from her bag. On with the show...
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Billie
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Post by Billie on Apr 4, 2006 3:06:27 GMT
Continued from: Staff Room
Billie dressed and applied the appropriate make-up in record time, telling all those who taunted her tardiness to very politely, 'shove it.' No matter how much she may have complained about the lousy pay or obnoxious co-workers, Billie loved her job; if she could perform, no matter the conditions, she was happy, and tonight was no exception. She stood before the full-length mirror by the door and gave her reflection a bright smile before kissing the angel pendant around her neck and fairly sauntering out the door.
My public awaits...
Continued in: Club Interior
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Billie
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Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
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Post by Billie on May 1, 2006 0:33:05 GMT
"I swear to god, the full moon makes people nuts."
"What, and this is supposed to be news? I heard that some guy got killed outside last week, but when they went to find the body, all that was left was ash."
Billie rolled her eyes as she slipped into her costume for the night, a long, backless dress made of deep violet satin. Gossip was a staple in the women's dressing room, but sometimes, the rumors that flew were just plain silly. L.A. was weird, true, but not that weird.
"Well, if that's the case," Billie chimed in as she slipped on a pair of silver stilettos. "Maybe y'all should start wearing little bobble earrings made of garlic. Keep the boogie-men away."
A chorus of, 'Oh, shut up, Billie,' was the response, but the singer merely grinned toothily and waved it off with a flick of the middle finger. Light laughter followed and the other girl's shook their heads, smiling as they gave the customary, 'Break a leg, girl.' With a smile of thanks, Billie gave another wave - without flipping the bird - and made her exit, ready to entertain the masses. Even if they were a little moon-crazy.
Continued in: Club Interior
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Billie
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Never loved nobody fully, always one foot on the ground
Posts: 72
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Post by Billie on May 27, 2006 23:39:55 GMT
Continued from: Club Interior
"Andrew Grant! And you say he's blonde?"
Billie smirked. "Yes, Marcie. Blonde, blue-eyed, and a damn cute pair of wire-rimmed glasses."
Her fellow chorus girl laughed aloud. "Yeesh, Billie," she teased. "Didn't think you went for geek-chic."
With a smirk, the dark-skinned singer snatched the card back and grabbed her small cellphone from the vanity. "A man does not have to be Vin Diesel to grab my attention," Billie stated matter-of-factly as she dialed the number. "Now stuff it - I'm gonna leave him a message."
'Hi, you've reached to voicemail of Andrew Grant - please leave a message, and I'll get back to you ASAP.'
Billie allowed herself a wide, Cheshire cat grin before she spoke up, "Hello, Mr. Grant, this is Ms. Ferguson...Billie, actually..."
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Billie
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Post by Billie on May 28, 2006 0:07:47 GMT
The knock was quiet, but it was enough. Billie hushed the other girls, shooing them away as she slipped on a robe over her dress and made sure to fluff her hair before heading to the door. Unconciously, she took a deep breath before she opened the door, trying to remember that giggling stupidly would have been a bad first impression.
I'm cool. Just be cool... Cocking her head, she flashed a coy smile. "Mr. Grant, I presume?"
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Billie
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Post by Billie on May 28, 2006 0:28:40 GMT
Billie couldn't help but laugh at that; it was too cute. "Oh no, please call me Billie," she told him with a gentle smile. "I'm no where near old enough to be called ma'am."
Another bright smile. "I just wanted to meet you, and, well...apologize if I embarrassed you out there. I can be strange sometimes, heh."
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Billie
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Post by Billie on May 28, 2006 3:47:11 GMT
"Now, I find that hard to believe," Billie said with a sincere smile. "You're sweet, from what I can tell, and you're doing fine right now."
And you should stop before you completely mortify the guy.
With that thought, the singer decided to attempt to tone it down a bit; scaring off customers tended to be frowned on, after all. "So, Mr. Grant," she began with a crooked smile. "Come here often?"
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Post by Billie on Jun 17, 2006 23:53:53 GMT
Laughing have been rude. Which is why Billie didn't laugh. Granted, it was damn hard, but she didn't laugh; Andrew was rather endearing when he was drunk. He probably wouldn't feel so great in the morning, though...
"Oh, hey there," Billie chuckled when the young man swayed on his feet. Without thinking, she moved to help him gain his feet. "Maybe you should lay off the screwdrivers for awhile, eh?"
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Billie
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Post by Billie on Oct 14, 2006 17:39:44 GMT
Continued from: Club Interior
"You have no new messages..."
Oh. Damn. The singer's hopeful grin was promptly flipped upside down. No Andrew. Granted, it wasn't like she had really been expecting him to show up. She had just been very, very hopeful.
But that doesn't mean I can't call him.
Once again hopeful, Billie dialed the young assistant's cell number and was only slightly disappointed when she was greeted by his voicemail. "Hey, Andy," she chirruped, an obvious smile in her voice. "It's Billie, from the club. I, ah...well, I'm going to be done with my set in about an hour, so if you want to maybe grab a cup of coffee or a bite to eat, call me back, yeah? Bye, darlin'..."
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Billie
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Post by Billie on Oct 22, 2006 17:26:39 GMT
"Billie!"
She stepped out from the washroom in time to catch her phone as it came sailing towards her head. With a glare to Marcie, she flipped the device open and punched in the code for her voicemail. Strange. Not a number she recognized.
"Billie - It's Marion..."
The phone clattered to the ground. Vaguely, Billie heard people asking frantic questions, but the voices were muffled by the pounding of her blood rushing in her ears. And then, everything snapped into focus.
"Marcie," she snapped, hurriedly throwing her make-up and the like into her duffle. She didn't bother changing from her dress. "I've gotta go. Tell Bruce to give the band the rest of the set. They deserve the spotlight for the night, I think."
With that, she snatched up her dropped cell and bolted for the back door. As she jogged, she scrolled frantically through her phone's received calls list until she found the correct digits. A sigh of relief rushed from her when someone picked up. "Miss Marion? It's Billie..."
Continued at: St. Benedict's; ER Front Desk
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