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“I’m kidding, Debbie! I’ll see what I can do. Can you give me the number?” You were joking, of course. You have to mess with her a little.
“<span class="mu-s">YES!</span> Absolutely!” Debbie waited for the exact millisecond you stopped talking to shout. The full of energy idol leaves the place’s number in the band’s group chat.
“T-There isn’t a special c-custom or to l-look o-out for or a-anything, r-right?” Ajna asks out of concern.
“Yeah, should I just call and make an appointment?” You feel like if this is a special place, it may have special rules.
“Do it! Let’s see what they have in store for us!” Debbie has no clue. She wasn’t the manager, so you can’t blame her for not knowing. “We only have to prove our worth.”
“But like… you played there already.” You say.
“That’s true! But the owner is a little fussy.” Debbie doesn’t want to take it for granted.
“I’ll make the call, one sec.” You say as you reach into your pocket.
You put the phone on top of the table with the speaker on. The secretary answers the phone. After introducing yourself, you ask if it’s possible to arrange an appointment.
“Ms. Ambition-P is cleared to record here as much as she wants.” The girl alludes to the Blueberry’s resume. “But as for her ‘friends’, this is not a place where mere amateurs are allowed.”
“We’re aware of your rules.” You point out. “What do we need to do to have them approved?”
“As long as Ms. Ambition-P can vouch for them in person, I don’t foresee any other issues.” The secretary explains. “Please, come over when you have the time. Your manager must come as well to deal with the paperwork.”
“We’ll be there as fast as you can say Ribbit!” Debbie replies even though you were the one speaking.
“I won’t be saying that, so please don’t take long.” The secretary hangs up just like that. What a rude individual.
“She wasn’t very… nice.” You point out.
“A-A li-little rude…” Ajna has mixed feelings too.
“It might be the owner’s daughter. She really doesn’t like working there.” Debbie feels like this is normal.
“Why would you let her handle customer service then?” You scratch your cheek in obvious confusion.
“To deter you from making an appointment!” Debbie explains even though you got that bit. The question is why bother to be mean?
“I-I guess t-this is i-it…” Ajna knows she’ll be left alone. Aw, you don’t want to end this visit on a sad note.
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Send Debbie alone. Like, they can send you the paperwork, right?
>Take Ajna with you two. She was your backpack once, she can be your backpack again!
>Part ways with Ajna for now. After everything is done, you’ll be back anyway.
>Write In.
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