Writing Contests

Task 3

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Our TASK:

You are walking around in the mall casually, singing your favourite tune when you get approached by a movie director. He loves your singing and asks you to audition for an upcoming movie

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"Cause' It's too cold for you here and now," I humed, casually looking through a stack of Batwing Sleeve Cardigans. The song 'Sweater Wheather blasted through my Ipod. It seemed to really fit with my mood seeing as it had started to rain. I decided to stay in the shops for a few minutes longer to wait till it had started to dry. 

I decided to buy the red Cardigan seeing as I had only come in with a black shirt and ripped jeans. Hey, it was completly sunny before! Besides, it was summer, who expected it to rain?

Obviously, you should never bring an American to London, unprepared. I moved here for a few months for a gap year before collage to relax and decide where my life was going to take me before going back to the dazzling, and extremly hot, sun in California. I was actually from Texas but what can I say, my family are travelling fans.

The woman at the counter asked me for a bag which I said no to. Her ears perked up when she heard my accent, realising that I wasn't from here. She instantly made small talk and asked when I came to London for which I replied by saying, "A few days ago,"

She smiled and said that I would need warmer clothes then a Cardigan if I wanted the bipolar wheather of London. "I swear, the weather drives me crazy!" she had said.

She asked for my size and then went off to find some clothes to wear. 

The woman - she insisted on me calling her Desnie - came back with a black coat, which I instantly bought. I also bought some hoodies, beanie, long sleeved shirts and more. I gaped at the price of it all and was going to tell her that I shouldn't buy them but she insisted. All the things I had bought where very designer so no wonder they were expensive.

"Half price! All of 'em! Don't tell my manager and we've got a deal, okay?" she winked. I shook my head, "Thanks but you're being too kind and I wouldn't to jeopardize your-" she cut me off, "Nonsence! But, you better promise to come here soon, alright darling?"

Not being able to resist, I nodded. If this is how Americans, or everyone, were treated here, I wasn't going to ever complain, ever, in my life. 

I payed for my things and Desnie gave me a bag to put them in. I looked at the window of the shop and spotted a Starbucks and some other shop callled Greggs. On queue, my stomach roared, demanding itself to be fed. I blushed when I saw Desnie chuckle. "How about I take you to my favourite cuisine, eh?" she smiled. I looked back outside and shuddered, the rain was still pouring.

The woman followed my gaze and shook here head, "We don't have to go outside, there's a resturaunt on the top floor of the mall." 

I sighed, feeling relived. "Thank you so much, I really wouldn't know what to do without you, really." Desnie smiled while taking my hand, "So, gorgues, you like spicy food? Did I mention, you have really good taste in clothes?"

I felt my cheeks warm before I was dragged into a busy mall.

O O O O O O

Desnie and me had dinner and we learnt quite a few things about each other. For example, she had a pet cat and was actually twenty-three and was born and bread in London. She lived with her best friend but was saving money to  travel the USA. Maybe, that was the reason she was so interested in me. I had told her about me and she the realised she didn't know my name. "It's Tris" I laughed, this girl didn't seem to know the phrase 'stranger, danger'.