ORGY records

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ooc Can I be Sara Brightman?
(You might have heard her when she did the voice for the diva in "The sixth sense") She also played "Christine" in the Phantom of the Opera.
 
Ack!!!!

ooc:

(I mean the fifth element, not the sixth sense)

(Forgive me, I'd just woken up)
 
the fifth element is one of my fav. movies. but, the sixth sense was an awesome movie as well. i would have to be gwen stefani, she is just so damn sexy!
 
Great!

ooc: we can start now. Now who will be the first to enter?

ic: I tapped my feet impatiently. Finally a heard a ding sound from the elevator at the end of the hall. I stood tall, and dusted myself off a bit, and straightened myself off. The first guest arrived. I extended my hand as a greeting, "I am so glad you could make it. I thought no one was coming".
 
OOC: Okay, I'll join but - where's the male singers? I'll play Christina Aguilera.

Christina

IC: Tossing my head as I got out of the limo, I stare up the side of the building. Letting out a sigh, I head inside the building. I hope this guy is as good as he claims to be. It was going to take something special to lure me over to his company. I sashay to the elevator then impatiently tap my foot waiting for the elevator.

This had better be one hellacious party. And what's taking this damn elevator so long??

OOC: Okay, I started - it's someone else's turn! :)
 
THANK YOU!

ooc: I thought it would take forever for someone to post. Thanks Bich, (short form of your name, no insults pointed toward you, or any other person in thos thread).
 
John Hiatt

OOC so that was Sara Brightman. I loved that vocal in the movie.
A big hit for alot of folks-big dadda boom.

My Harley makes a racket as I rev it at the curb, just to piss off the mgmt. The valet grins from ear to ear tho.

Big party huh? I'll be looking for a good deal, not just a good deal of champaign. Things have changed since the bad old days but I don't question whether I should make better money. Who else is gonna pay for the freight cars of stuff, people it takes to run my life anymore!

The elevator is slow! My kinda song...hmmm
 
ahem...

ooc: you know. My character is already greeting SOMEONE at the door. Can one of you be that SOMEONE?
 
Limp Bizkit

IC: I just got to the man's door and rang his doorbell. I stand there, waiting.

~~~~
Why yes! It's descirption time! *cue applause*

Limp Bizkit
Wears: a black baseball cap turned backwards. He's wearing some baggy jeans and a black t-shirt.

WOW! Back to the story!
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(I can't remember your guy's name, King. Sorry)

The door opens and THE man shakes my hand and welcomes me in.

"Good to be here man. Damn, nice crib! So who all's comin'? Any nice chicks?
 
Mr. Forge

"Ah, Fred. You've been like this since high school. Anyways, please come in, and enjoy the food". I gave him the ghetto greeting, (you know the greeting with the elbow, and the handshake thing), and whispered in his ear, "as for chicks. They'll be here. Just get something to eat first. I bet your starving".
 
John Hiatt

Humming to myself, I note the elevator chime is on key.

The door opens and there is a gorgeous blonde standing in the elevator. She looks very annoyed. "Most women look annoyed after I give them a line." I say. Seeing she is not exiting, I step into the cab. It's handsomely finished with rosewood panels and nickel plated hardware. The 14th floor button is already lit.

I glance over at her. She's tapping her foot impatiently. I see her physical attributes peek thru her sheer dress. There's precious little left to the imagination. It's fastened with only a few snaps. It would be easy to remove. I wonder, is that by design?

"You look familiar, are you headed for the orgy..I mean Orgy Records? My name's John, by the way.."
 
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LB

IC:
"Hell yea, i'm starvin'."

I make my way passed and head to the buffet. I grab a plate and load it with chips, salsa, and finger sadwhiches. I then head over to his leather couch and fall back into it.

/Wonder who's gonna be here? And when?
 
John Hiatt

O.O.C

Clapton hit last year was a Hiatt number-Riding With The King
Other hits include Perfectly Good Guitar:
There outa be a law, without no bail
Smash a guitar and ya go to jail
Aint no chance for early parole,
Ya don't get out till ya get some soul

Not a Pete Townsend fan, I would hazard to guess.

Featured artist on San Francisco radio,
Little Head was a cult favorite

Can't insert a URL but search John Hiatt - Yahoo
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Christina Aguilera

"You look familiar, are you headed for the orgy..I mean Orgy Records? My name's John, by the way"

Noticing the slip, I rolling my eyes to the ceiling. I turn to look at him. Not bad at all. Putting my hand out, I introduce myself.

"I'm Christina, Christina Aguilera. And yes, I'm headed for the party. That is, if this elevator ever gets us there."

I turn back and face the front of the elevator, watching John surreptiously out of the corner of my eye.
 
John Hiatt

"Of course. I'm sorry. I usually don't pay attention to the tabloids.
George W. could walk up and I'd ask who are you?" I chuckle. Big joke, yeah. I'm hoping the elevator never gets there.

"Say, were you invited to jump ship too? I mean change labels? 'Cause I have this thing about lawyers. Kinda like taxes and jail, I try to avoid 'em." Pausing to let her get a word in, she's reticent, so I change the subject to something topical "Tell me, um Christina, are those real?". I hook my thumb at her delectably pointy appendages..."Huh?"
 
hmm...

ooc: I don't want to rush anybody, but a elevator ride can't be that long, can it? I mean, elevators are pretty fast.
 
Sara Brightman

A soft ding rang through the air, and the door to one of the elevators slid open with minimal noise. In fact, the click of the woman's high heels was far more loud than the smoothly operating mechanical lift that had transported the woman to one of the topmost floors in the impressive building.

Her toes were peeking out from the strappy heels, painted a dark shade of purple... or was it black? Either way, the woman certainly did stick out in her tight velvet skirt of crimson red, and her form-fitting transparant silver shirt, beneath which could be seen a skimpy black lace bra. Her hair was long and black, curly, and extending down past her waist, framing her soft, pretty face. Above all, her shockingly green eyes stood out, and they now scanned the room before her.

Stepping forward and allowing the elevator door to close behind her, she hugged her arms in front of her, scanning the nearly empty room and waiting for her host to greet her.
 
Mr. Forge

"Greetings Sarah! I thought you would never make it. Come on in". I lead her to a table, and pulled out a seat. "Sit yourself down. I'll be back shortly, and the food is just around the corner". I went back to the door, and waited for more people to arrive.
 
LB

OOC: I'm sorry, but who is Sara... Bergman was it? The name isn't ringing bells.
 
ooc: Sara Brightman. Look on previous posts to this thread, I explained who she was and put up a picture.
 
John Hiatt

ooc...miss vicky! hot av!

ic
Christina had such a nice pair, I couldn't help myself. My instincts get to stinkin' when the little head does the thinkin'.

I thot I was close to the brush-off, so I put my mouth where my money was.
 
Christina Aguilera-

"Tell me, um Christina, are those real?"

Who in the hell does this guy think he is? Doesn't he realize who he's talking to? Shaking my head, I turn and look back at the elevator door, pointedly ignoring his attempts to continue talking. I mean, sheesh, yes I am dressed in the proverbial little black dress and yes, it is little - and tight - but that doesn't give him the right to say whatever he wants!

The elevator doors open and I step out, following directions to the door. Walking in through the party, I begin looking for the host. Oh, this damn well better be worth it.
 
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