Post by Maureen Johnson on Jun 29, 2007 8:08:48 GMT -5
Sitting with one leg hanging off the edge of the stage, Maureen Johnson let out a sigh. It was days like these that made her glad for the Space having no real ceiling, as it let in the natural sunlight and all that. But then again that meant the rain could come in (as usually happened) and it got cold very easily.
But it felt like home. Even compared the time she'd spent living with Roger and Mark and Collins and (ugh) Benny, when they'd had some great laughs at insane hours like two AM... Even compared to now, when she shared an apartment with Joanne, her best friend and the love of her life... The Space was welcoming because it was familiar. She knew where everything that was hers was in this place. Of course, there were always other artists around too, depositing their things and then covering it all over with a garbage can or something so it wouldn't get jacked, but Maureen didn't care about that. She wasn't a shy person by any sense of the word.
The door slammed and her head jerked up to see who it was. Speak of the devil, someone has arrived...
But it felt like home. Even compared the time she'd spent living with Roger and Mark and Collins and (ugh) Benny, when they'd had some great laughs at insane hours like two AM... Even compared to now, when she shared an apartment with Joanne, her best friend and the love of her life... The Space was welcoming because it was familiar. She knew where everything that was hers was in this place. Of course, there were always other artists around too, depositing their things and then covering it all over with a garbage can or something so it wouldn't get jacked, but Maureen didn't care about that. She wasn't a shy person by any sense of the word.
The door slammed and her head jerked up to see who it was. Speak of the devil, someone has arrived...