Training...or something like that. (Open)
It's a Friday afternoon and Maxine has the Brownstone all to herself.
So what is she doing?
"One way or another I'm gonna find ya, I'm getcha getcha getcha getcha," Maxine dances around the rec room, the music on her Ipod blaring, not caring if she looks like a spaz.
"One way or another I'm gonna win ya, I'm getcha getcha getcha getcha," she twirls around the room, bopping her head in time with the music, her red hair falling in front of her face.
Yes, she's got the whole place to herself...or so she thinks.
Maxine slides to her knees, complete with an air-guitar as she sings along to the music.
So what is she doing?
"One way or another I'm gonna find ya, I'm getcha getcha getcha getcha," Maxine dances around the rec room, the music on her Ipod blaring, not caring if she looks like a spaz.
"One way or another I'm gonna win ya, I'm getcha getcha getcha getcha," she twirls around the room, bopping her head in time with the music, her red hair falling in front of her face.
Yes, she's got the whole place to herself...or so she thinks.
Maxine slides to her knees, complete with an air-guitar as she sings along to the music.