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the apartment search tomorrow , and I guess a job as well. There was more than enough money in my trust fund account, since I didn’t use really any of it while working for Cynthia. Actually, I really never needed to find a job, but lord knows I needed to do something other than just play guitar. Being a music playing bum sounds enticing, but I really should do something with my life. “Can you drop me off at the Westin, please?”
    “Fine choice ma’am.”
    A smile crept over my face as I leaned back in the old worn leather seats. This was going to be an epic adventure. One I’m sure my family would strongly disapprove of, but hell, when had I ever made them happy, anyways?
     
    My room was on the twenty-fourth floor, and I about peed my britches when I got sight of the view. Letting the heavy door slam behind me, I wheeled my two suitcases further into the room and set Simon on the gigantic bed. “Holy fish sticks,” I whispered, stepping closer to the large glass window that stood corner to corner in the large room. The buildings were absolutely stunning in a cold concrete and steel kind of way. To the right was a glimpse of the Space Needle, and to the left through a couple tall high rises I could see the bay. My eyes danced back and forth, taking in the sights. This wasn’t like Georgia, hell it was the exact opposite. Looking down at the street there were tons of cars zipping back and forth, people hurrying along the sidewalks; the hustle of the city was evident. This was a place that could swallow someone whole. A chew them up and spit ‘em’ out type deal could easily happen, and I almost wish it would happen to me.
    Sliding off my thin sweater, I flopped myself into the black leather arm chair next to the window. This was going to be amazing; exactly what my life needed. “Cold As Ice” by Foreigner rang through my phone speakers, signifying my mother was calling. Gritting my teeth, I pulled it from my pants pocket, narrowing my eyes at the screen.
    “Hello M other.”
    “Where in the hell are you , Molly Anne McGlenister? You have some explaining to do young lady.”

Chapter 4 : If you land your dream job, make sure you wear panties.
     
    I had been in the city for a full week now and actually accomplished a lot more than I planned on. Okay, well maybe not really a lot. But I did have an apartment to call home, and had done a little shopping to stock up on the colder climate attire, since my wardrobe was seriously lacking in that department.  This city really was perfect for me; it’s like I was meant to be here all along. No longer was I looked down upon for my clothing choices or my purple hair. My nose ring was on the tamer side of piercings I noticed when out and about, and I had only spoken to my mother once. Pretty sure that constitutes as a kickass play in my book. Seattle screamed freedom, and I was going to go right along with it.
     
    The sheer amount of Starbucks in an area should be alarming. But for a woman who loved coffee, I should just be thankful that I could get it really whenever the hell I wanted. The apartment I rented in the University District came partially furnished, so I didn’t really have to make any larger purchases in the furniture sense. However, I did score an epic painting of a techno colored cat, something my mother would surely despise of. Sure, there were tons of college students milling about, but none of them complained when I played Simon at midnight. As long as I didn’t whine about their raging parties, they didn’t care about me playing music. I do believe that was a win-win situation for everyone at the end of the day.
    The best news I got since the flight attendant said “welcome to Seattle” was that m y beautiful car would be delivered sometime next week. It cost me a small fortune to have her brought up here to me, and I still didn’t know if I would even drive her in this crazy mess of a city. But, at least I had her here, and not in the grasp of