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    Just The Girl 2.0 – Chapter Twenty Five, Prologue

    Story written on June 5, 2010 by Alchemy10.
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    A sit-down with Vanity Fair..

    PROLOGUE: A Sit-down With Vanity Fair

     

     

    Putting the F in F4: Funny, Flirty, Friends, Family

    By Al C. Myten

     

     

    The sound of the metro’s busy trains grinding above the elevated tracks outside accompanies the dulcet tones from the outdated stereo by the bar. This restaurant confuses me a bit. It reminds me of my wife’s first attempt at furnishing our brand new house after we got married. She bought a lot of stuff and added them to our old set; everything was haphazardly thrown into the mix, and it was way too late when we realized that nothing fit well together. The furniture clashed, contradicted. No cohesion, no sense. Same here. The interior of the restaurant looks like it was copy-pasted from the set of Casablanca. The patches of neon lights splattered on the walls reminds me of bad “futuristic” music videos from the 80′s. The waitress’s uniform is some sort of unflattering frock that must’ve been inspired by the Old Testament. And to top it all off, I could hear Karen Carpenter’s soothing yet sleepy voice harmonizing from the speakers. Various facets from different eras and centuries, all rolled into one restaurant. I told you, its pretty confusing. Nothing jived. If business establishments can go through the awkwardly confusing stage of puberty, then this is what it would look like.

     

    All along, I was under the impression that the posh sounding Stonebrick Grill was another one of the many high-end restaurants that littered NYC. The moment I stepped inside it’s creaking doors, I was slapped in the face by how false my assumptions were. This was no pricey, classy joint. This was as low class – heck, no class – as it gets. Don’t get me wrong, despite it’s lack of coherency in design, it has it’s charm. The atmosphere is pretty laidback. So far withdrawn from the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps. But still, not quite the place I had envisioned high profile souls to frequent. For a moment, I wonder why they chose to hold the interview here; this sort of blue collar dive was my kind of place, surely any socialite would be caught dead in a place like this. But look.. here we are anyway. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder. And in that moment of silent inquiry, a voice out of nowhere enlightened me. Apparently, my facial expression was broadcasting my inner question to the world. So much for my poker face.

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