NBC: hahahahahahahahahahahaha!**(fiction)**
DSA: This is not funny.
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John Brightman: DSA. I think that you are the most prettiest women, in all the world.
DSA: ?? That sounds juvenile. Grow up.
John Brightman: Damn yo, you is looking mighty fine yo, I gotz to get with you baby!- OUH!...
DSA:?? ??No....No...Thats not going to make it happen. Too sarcostic.
John Brightman: You have nice looking shoes. I like them.
DSA:???No....No....I don't like it...Your a creep. And your lame.
John Brightman:..Hey?
DSA: ???...Yeah?
John Brightman: Want to get a room?
DSA: ..Wrong. I am not a hooker. Your not doing a good job you know.
John Brightman: Excuse me can I talk to you one second?
DSA: ???...Okay. Okay...Sure. Go ahead. Talk.
John Brightman:........
DSA: Well?
John Brightman: What is there to say?
DSA: Your the one who said you wanted to talk.
John Brightman: Your the one who wants me to grab you, poke you and start talking to you so that I can express to you that I have feelings for you. But look what you make of the scenario..Look?...You look good at my weak vulnerable approach. You look good.
Your going to reject me. You are looking sharp...But wait. Don't you see????DSA??? You are going to reject me. I mean hello? Thats the last thing I need. The last thing I need.
DSA: Maybe if you knew what to say, there will not be a problem?
John Brightman: And whats the right thing to say?
DSA: Thats part of the game and thats what you have to figure out. And if you don't know what to say, then your not good at playing the game.
John Brightman: Thats just like saying, If when I post and things I say upset you, then get out of the heated kitchen. Don't you think you flaw yourself?...But what I am saying is, its stupid....So I like you, and I don't know how you really feel. I doubt I am the one you want to be on you about this. Yet, you say the way to do it right is playing the game right. You had not defined the game of this to a concrete understanding except that you called it a game. What game? A game of what? That I like you but because I don't know how to grab you in a gentle poke so that I can express to you that I like you, you call that a game and it must be measured by words. Despite the fact that I am doing fairly well with my life? How do you figure you make sense? Oh no wait...Is your choice. You don't have to answer me...
.But thats what I mean.....You leave me to look awful and when I look awful because alone I look stupid. Cool I am when I am with you, Cool I'm not when I am lonely as the song goes, but when you leave me to look awful you don't just ignore that your the reason I look awful, but you kick me as well for looking awful. And thats wrong. **
You broke my heart and you not once ever thought about that atleast I cared, and I cried. What else do you want? I didn't fight you. Your going to fight me cause deep down inside I'm kind? Take kindness for weakness?***.....Well, if thats the case, don't question me as to why I felt like giving up. You express the goofiness, and laugh with the joke with intent to ridicule, but where did I go wrong expressing that I feel low?
DSA:....You stressed yourself out so much with words. That now, you can't even tell me that you love me...??...Can you?
John Brightman:.....Maybe you killed my mood to tell you that?
DSA: Maybe you didn't play the game right. You talk and you talk. You try so hard to make a good point, that you never even make the point you are trying to make. ....Because you are going to fail, I'll tell you what you had to tell me. You had to tell me that you love me....That you love me...Damn. Thats all you had to say. And then play your cards right..
.Now that you know the answer, do you think is fair that you can play? You didn't figure out the simple thing to say and now you know because I allowed you to know the answer. Don't you think you failed at that? ...
John Brightman: You pissed me off. I couldn't tell you that feeling in a rage. A rage that you created.
DSA: .....I'm speechless.
John Brightman:....
DSA: ........
John Brightman: I'm leaving....But you know something?- How do you figure every other man whom are cheating and scumming in the streets and are lower then me deserve to be with someone and I go into the night alone? How do you figure living me to be alone, is right....Oh yeah. I have something to look forward to...I did good in life. except I don't know how to tell the women I love that I feel for her..Oh yeah, I am well situated, living well at home and very successful. But is not about establishments that count is it? Its about the game of talking...Well, DSA, talking doesn't pay bills.
Talking doesn't serve respect...Talking....(wait a second.)???
DSA: John. I rest my case......You see.
John Brightman:...But, ..I'm right too.
DSA: Yeah? About what?
John Brightman: On care.
DSA: ???Hah!...Yeah right.
John Brightman: Yeah...Care.
DSA: You are a fool.
John Brightman: You know, the thing I can't figure out, as I am leaving, is, why do I fail, when you know the reason I am here, is because I love you. Thats what I don't understand?..I'm not playing as the dummy. You are. Because you know I love you. Whats the take on that? Don't you think your playing it stupid. I mean really?
(Brightman attempts to walk on trying to make sense in his aching heart.)
DSA:.......(Now he gets it)....You are a fool Brightman!....You should have grab me and kissed me!..
John Brightman: Yeah. So that you call the police and tell them I raped you!.....FAW Q! I'm leaving!
DSA: ....Hehehehe....Hahahahahaa.....
John!....Hahahaha........John!..Stop!..Hold on!....
John Brightman: Stop following after me. Damn yo. I'm trying to get out of your life...
(In this story, DSA grabs Brightman and stops him. Then she surrenders some emotions onto Brightman and reaches in going for the kiss and she connects. She kissed him gently. And soften his anger some. . )
John Brightman: DSA....Your not....Your not....
DSA: Shut up. ...
John Brightman:......
DSA: Go home and stay home..Please? I am saying please. Trusting that I can give you that much?
John Brightman: Okay....~~snifff~~(gasp)..Look...When I am at home, how do you think I feel?
DSA: I know where you will be? Is a point for you. A good one. infact, the best quality you really have. Is been home.
John Brightman: Only a hooker will say that.
DSA: Your wrong about that. If I know that you are home, then I know I can trust you.
John Brightman: Home is boring yo. Come on.
DSA: No is not.
John Brightman: Your playing me for a fool. Thats what your really doing.
DSA: Yeah, meanwhile your the man of the house. And I am playing you for a fool?...Your not very smart John. Buy me a shirt I"M WITH STUPID. Because, I must be. You have music. Damn. What else do you want?
John Brightman:....Okay....I'll go....Keep Twilight away from my nerves?
DSA: Ignore Twilight. If Twilight taunts you, ignore it. Just ignore it. What Twilight says can effect you, only if you let it effect you. If you let it bother you. You be smarter, then this, and ignore it all from this moment.
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(CUT) (CUT) (CUT)....Or nobody will ever hear the end of it. ..
