The sound of the keys being pressed down on the typewriter was music to her tender ears. She continued on, enjoying the soft breeze that surrounded her and the black coat she wore. It was a cool autumn day in New York just the way she liked it. She knew working on her screenplay outside would just distract her from getting to that important deadline set in a few days. She couldn’t help herself. It was her favorite time of year. Right after Labor Day, Halloween and Thanksgiving right around the corner. Christmas peeking through after that. She enjoyed it because it was her time to go all out. Be with the few loved ones she had around her.

Her only job consisted of writing screenplays for rank theaters in the outskirts of New York. She felt there was no need to pursue her dreams any further. There just was never enough time. So she finally gave up, and time quickly became her only enemy. She had no clocks in her tiny two-bedroom apartment she shared. Finishing the last line of the third scene, she shut the electric typewriter off, and stood up just in time to hear the telephone ring. Sliding the torn screen door to the side, she stepped inside picking the phone up on it’s fifth ring.

"Yes?" She answered, picking the phone up. "Mel? Where have you been? I called not too long ago and nobody picked up." The voice on the other end said. "I didn’t answer it because I’m still trying to write that screenplay." "The one with the two gay guys?" She sighed at the sarcasm in the person’s voice. "Yes, the one with the two gay guys. But I prefer to call them homosexuals." "Alright, whatever. Listen, Billy wants to come over tonight and take a look at some of my art-work. Do you think it would be possible if you could whip up some of that famous spagetti of yours? You know, the one with the little meatball pieces?"

"Would Billy eat that?" She asked, scratching behind her ear. "Oh yeah, Billy will eat anything, but you know me, I love that stuff, and I just figured if I told you Billy was coming you might do it for him and not me." "Sure why not. I haven’t got anything better to do anyway." "Okay. But do me a favor, make it for four tonight. Billy has a cousin in town who’s an art collector. Supposed to be loaded if you get my drift." "If he’s loaded why is he eating at our sorry excuse for an apartment?" "I don’t know. Maybe he’s tired of the high class life or some shit like that. Look, I’ll be home with the two in about two hours. I’ll see you than." The phone clicked off, and she slowly set it back down on the reciever.

"Crazy Jack…" She mumbled to herself, shaking her head. She got up and headed for the kitchen, ready for another one of her roomates special fiestas.