WHO: Ali Rose and YOUR FACE WHEN: July 24, 2011 | 9:30 am WHERE: A park near the complex WHAT: Ali is out for a jog, and ends up belting Michael Jackson tunes in the middle of the park. STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA
Ali was positive she was getting out of shape. Working at a burlesque club meant intense work out after intense work out, but it was fun so she never complained. She missed the club, the dazzling lights, she even missed Jack a little. Sure, she hardly knew him, but he had been there whens he literally had no one else. Ali had no idea where her father was, and her mother had died when she was six. After that it was foster home to foster home, and she had never really made any friends - until coming here at least.
She was trying to focus on her jogging, trying to get into the same moment she could get through dancing. She was wearing an ipod, with music blasting in her ears. She was actually listening to Christina Aguilera, and it was eeire hearing her voice when it wasn't really her. Ali had to admit Christina had some brilliant songs, some of which she wanted to try out one day.
But right now it was the jogging, trying to focus - especially since her mind didn't want to. She was still freaking out about being here, but she had kept most of it inside. There was a tiny part of her that just wanted to scream, she wanted to...
Suddenly Ali stopped jogging, and took out her earbuds. From what she could see she seemed to be all alone in this part of the park. Not that she really cared. She leapt up onto a near park bench and began to belt out the song which was appropriately screaming in her head...
"With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream? You're bash abusin' victimize within the scheme. You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize...Somebody please have mercy 'cause I just can't take it! Stop pressurin' me! Just stop pressurin' me! Stop pressurin' me! Make me wanna scream!"