Rags walked in the door, listened to us, and loudly said, "Will you get your bass and let us do something worthwhile? Pop has something new he wants u... to do."Pop handed music out to everyone and winked at me as he pointed below the title where it had my name, "C. Johnson". I was running my eyes over the staffs when I began to recognize the music and set my bass up to be more upfront. Pop was running through the theme while the brass guys were loosening up. Rags had his ancient, well-worn SG. The waitress walks by with the menu, but you already know what you will order: you just can't resist their delicious chicken legs (with extra mayo). You look over at Amy to see if she is just as quick at making the choice.You always found her to be absolutely stunning - honestely, you were quite sure every person on planet earth would agree. She was undeniably beautiful, and she liked showing it to the world. Today, she just wore a tight, black v-neck shirt with a knee-length skirt. Top that. " She said, and Jamie looked down at her lap. She never realized that Erin felt that way, and almost felt bad for being pissed at her. "I never knew that it affected boys too." Jamie said, and Erin nodded. "We're the Baby Dolls of society. The eternal children of damnation. Why should we care was people think of us? We should do what we want to do, whenever we want to do it." Erin said. "Just how many people like us are there?" Jamie asked.Erin just shrugged. "I don't know the numbers, but look. She was alone, in the dimly lit garage, in the wee hours of the morning, with a car that wouldn’t start. Jamie breathed a sigh of relief when a man in a pilot’s uniform stepped off the elevator. Her cheeks warmed when she couldn’t help but notice that he filled out his uniform very well. She’d always been attracted to a man in uniform, especially pilots. He smoothed back his blonde hair, put on his cap, and then seemed to notice her. As he walked closer, the muted light of the garage finally.