musicankane
I blew a monkey once.
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Dan Taylor, 26 years old, 6' 2"tall, slim but solid.
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My first big page assignment, fucking finally. I'd been working for the Daily News for over two years now and the only shit I got were stupid two paragraph news flashes about unimportant nonesense. I fought and fought for a second or third page story and finally they gave me one. Maybe if I do a good job with this, I'll have a shot at a front page headliner. Oh, man that'd be sweet.
Anyway my assignment was the unveiling of an ancient amulet found a year ago in some jungle or something. I don't know that's why I was here at the museum after it closed the night before the thing goes on display. I wanted to get a personal interview to at least get the basic details of the jewel.
After I made about three dozen calls and bullshited some people, I finally got an interview with the head curator of the museum, Sidney Calvin. Hopefully she would be able to at least provide me with a foundation for my story.
I pulled my van up to the back of the museum and there was a woman holding the backdoor open for me. I put two and two together, (because I'm good at that, after all, I am a reporter) and assumed she was Sidney Calvin. I climbed out of tthe van and grabbed my notebook before shuting the door.
I held my hand out as I walked up to the woman. "Sidney Calvin?" I asked.
Dan Taylor, 26 years old, 6' 2"tall, slim but solid.
IC:
My first big page assignment, fucking finally. I'd been working for the Daily News for over two years now and the only shit I got were stupid two paragraph news flashes about unimportant nonesense. I fought and fought for a second or third page story and finally they gave me one. Maybe if I do a good job with this, I'll have a shot at a front page headliner. Oh, man that'd be sweet.
Anyway my assignment was the unveiling of an ancient amulet found a year ago in some jungle or something. I don't know that's why I was here at the museum after it closed the night before the thing goes on display. I wanted to get a personal interview to at least get the basic details of the jewel.
After I made about three dozen calls and bullshited some people, I finally got an interview with the head curator of the museum, Sidney Calvin. Hopefully she would be able to at least provide me with a foundation for my story.
I pulled my van up to the back of the museum and there was a woman holding the backdoor open for me. I put two and two together, (because I'm good at that, after all, I am a reporter) and assumed she was Sidney Calvin. I climbed out of tthe van and grabbed my notebook before shuting the door.
I held my hand out as I walked up to the woman. "Sidney Calvin?" I asked.