Hailey laughed at the image Annie’s suggestion inspired in her mind’s eye. The idea of making their brothers dance like those trained monkeys you’d find on the street corner with an accompanying accordion and circus caps nearly splitting her down the middle with a giggle fit that simply wouldn’t quit. Especially when her imagination decided it was better to have them both held at gunpoint in those B-Western movies where the stereotypical villian all dressed in black demanded that they ‘dance, dance for you lives little piggies!’ while shooting at the ground just below their feet. Her eyes almost wet with mirth as warmth in her belly grew along with her mirth before tapering off with a horribly unattractive gigglesnort. Her right hand lifting to cover it up seconds too late and then deciding it was better to wipe at her eyes. Distantly glad at the fact that hadn’t bothered with wearing much makeup for a traveling day because right now it would be a smeared mess. “Oh, I’d pay to see that.”
“Not sure. I mean the photography won’t pay enough to get a place, but I did some waitressing back in Cali,” Hailey replied, honestly befuddled about where to start. Her only clear thought being that she wanted to make enough to have her own place sooner rather than later. “Art is how I speak to the world. It’s important to me, but it won’t be enough to start with. I’ll probably freelance and work somewhere else where I can start putting some cash away, ya know?”