"How am I supposed to learn how to play the guitar in two days?" Janine screamed at the older man.
"I need a guitar player, you need a job. Are you gonna take it or not?" Mr.Sanders, Janine's agent, sighed impatiently, fiddling with his tie.
"I don't even know how to...Who would teach...In two days...."
"Okay, how about this; I hire you a guitar-player-tutor-type-person. Would you do it then?" Mr.Sanders implied.
Janine reluctantly agreed. She figured that she need as much exposure as she could get. Besides, she had always wanted to know how to play the guitar. At least now she'd get paid for it.
As she walked into her apartment, she silently cheered that her roommate was gone for the day. The last thing she wanted was to have to deal with Angie's forgetfulness. She just wasn't in the mood for looking for a shoe for two hours. Janine plopped down on the couch, only to jump back up, yelping sharply.
"Goddamn shoe!" she cried as she picked up from where she was just sitting and threw the shoe across the room, before silently laughing.
Just then, the phone rang. It was Mr.Sanders, telling her to expect her tutor in an hour.
"Fantabulous, I'll just have time to shower, do my hair, do my makeup, get dressed, clean the apartment, and GET A GUITAR." she said angrily.
"Don't worry! I told him to bring you a guitar. It's on loan for the next three days."
"Okay, that's a little better. I'll call you and let you know how it goes.", she felt a little bad about yelling at Mr. Sanders all the time. She made a mental note to send him some flowers, or something. He was, after all, her agent.
Janine showered, got dressed, and such, leaving her long blonde curly hair down, framing her fair, luscious face. She put tawny lipstick on her full, pouty lips, and mascara to accentuate her deep green eyes. A pair of tight black cargo capris and an old tee shirt advertising some non-existant pub was the final touch. She didn't get too dressed up because she was expecting some stoner from the wrong side of the tracks to show up.
Boy, was she suprised.
Some time later, when she opened the door, she saw what she thought was a god. Curly, brown hair, deep blue eyes, tan, strong physique, charming smile; she had to catch her breath before even greeting him. As she let him in, she had a feeling that maybe his sideways smile meant more than it would seem.