Wandering in LA
So I wandered. I wasn't sure where to go. If I'd be wanted, even if I could find everyone. After all, I made some pretty strong mistakes.
I wish I could go back and undo them. To have everything back the way it was. But, as they say "If wishes were fishes..."
I stopped in front of a large, window and metal building (in that order). Sign "Wolfram and Hart: Attorneys at Law."
I knew that name. Angel works here. He'd talk to me, right?
He doesn't judge, I mean, hello Pot calling kettle.
I went inside, though inwardly I was shaking with doubt and fear. What would he say? What if I ran into someone who knew? What if he knew?
And mostly, does he have any room for me here? I need a job. I need to start my life up again. And I'm still one bad-ass wicca!
"I'm here to see Angel please." I told the lady at the front desk. "My name is Willow Rosenburg. We're old friends."
She looked at me like I was nuts. Like I have had enough of that recently. I'm just waiting for people to stop wigging around me.
I sat down on a fairly comfortable chair, and watched as the woman dubiously answered picked up the phone, and called Angel.
Okay, so I don't read lips. It's just a little spell, really.
I wish I could go back and undo them. To have everything back the way it was. But, as they say "If wishes were fishes..."
I stopped in front of a large, window and metal building (in that order). Sign "Wolfram and Hart: Attorneys at Law."
I knew that name. Angel works here. He'd talk to me, right?
He doesn't judge, I mean, hello Pot calling kettle.
I went inside, though inwardly I was shaking with doubt and fear. What would he say? What if I ran into someone who knew? What if he knew?
And mostly, does he have any room for me here? I need a job. I need to start my life up again. And I'm still one bad-ass wicca!
"I'm here to see Angel please." I told the lady at the front desk. "My name is Willow Rosenburg. We're old friends."
She looked at me like I was nuts. Like I have had enough of that recently. I'm just waiting for people to stop wigging around me.
I sat down on a fairly comfortable chair, and watched as the woman dubiously answered picked up the phone, and called Angel.
Okay, so I don't read lips. It's just a little spell, really.