Anna’s Dream

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Boom, boom, boom,ba-da-da, ba-da-da, boom, boom boom, whoomp Boom, boom, boom, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, boom, boom boom, whoompBoom, boom, boom, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, boom, boom boom, whoomp…Fucking shit, she thought. It’s 9 P.M. on a Sunday night and people have real jobs where they need sleep in order to function the next day? This is just ridiculous! I’ve got to get some sleep! After laying in bed, Anna decides to go across the way to tell her neighbor to stop with the loud music. She throws on a light silky robe over her negligee and walks across the way where the thunderous bass beats thud ever more loudly. Knock, knock, knock! “Let the beat drop…” Boom, boom, boom, ba-da, ba-da, boom, boom boom, whoomp… KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! Boom, boom, boom, ba-da, ba-da, boom, boom boom, whoomp… As Anna, becoming more irritated now, goes to beat on the door harder, the door opens up. To Anna’s astonishment, she sees that the loud raucous is being created by a chic…a pretty cute one at that: average height, tanned, loosely curled long brown hair and green eyes, nice full breasts and bearing such a beautiful smile. She yells, “Hi! Uh sorry, hang on, I’ll be right back!” The girl leaves the door wide open and runs to turn down the music before returning to the door. In that brief moment, Anna analyses the interesting décor and pictures in the entryway: some are pictures of the girl, photographed of kissing another lady on a beach somewhere exotic, and others of signed and framed posters of music artists. With her curiosity getting the best of her, she starts to loom inside of the doorway before being startled by the young lady. “Hi! I’m sorry…was I being too loud?” she asks with a smile. “Yes, you were. My name’s Anna and I live across the way and I don’t know if you’re Ataşehir Escort aware of the time, but it’s pretty late and the noise level can be brought down a bit.” “Well, obviously you were in bed with that sexy negligee you’re wearing! I am terribly sorry. Shit, I’m being rude! My name is Cassidy and you must be cold, come in!” “Sexy negligee?” Anna thought. But it’s just a simple design, nothing lacy or too revealing. She begins to blush. “I probably shouldn’t because it’s rather late and I have to get up pretty early for work.” “It’s only a quarter after 9! Quit talking like you’re old! You look not older than 28!” Anna manages a smile before saying, “Actually I’m–” “Come on, I could use some feedback on this new mix that I’ve been working on. I promise I’ll let you go afterwards. Just give me 10 minutes. I have some wine too, if you’d like: white or red, whichever you prefer.” Fuck. The girl kisses girls, calls me out in my ‘sexy negligee’, and she’s pretty damn cute. “Ok Cassidy. You’ve got 10 minutes and no more.” “Wow!” exclaims Cassidy, “for being that stern, you must be a manager of some sort! And please, you’ve got to cut me some slack because I also have to pour you some wine! Follow me this way…” she takes hold of Anna’s hand and leads her through the hallway and into the dining room. Reaching into the bar, she asks Anna, “What’ll it be? For reds, I have a pinot noir, cabernet sauvignon, merlot and syrah. For whites, I have riesling, gewürztraminer, and a chardonnay.” “You have quite the selection of wines! Which of those do you like?” “I like whatever you like,” replies Cassidy, teasingly. “Let’s have the chardonnay!” “Good choice Anna! Ok, so obviously, I like my music loud and I promise I won’t Ataşehir Escort Bayan let it get that loud again. Cross my heart! As you can probably tell, I DJ and I just bought a new toy…this mixer and I’ve been playing with it to see what kinds of sounds I can create.” Anna watches Cassidy as she puts on her headphones and cues up the sound. She takes a sip of her wine and walks over towards her to watch and see what she is doing behind the laptop. This is surprisingly interesting. Anna enjoys music but never had the opportunity to see what happens behind the DJ booth. On the laptop screen, all she can see are just some circles and buttons that are supposed to do something and in the forefront, the left turntable is spinning. As the music begins to play, Cassidy looks up and smiles at her neighbor and starts bopping her head up and down to the beat and begins mouthing the words of the song: ‘You’re a hot mess….you act like you’ve got nothing to lose….but I’ve already lost my temper…’ Anna can’t help but smile and giggle, and bops her head to the beat as well, and takes another drink of her wine. With a few taps on the keyboard Cassidy loads and cues up another track and cuts into a portion the chorus using the other turntable and in rhythm, slides the cross fader towards the center and manipulates others buttons to mix in another song while also creating a rather interesting blend. The way she moves between the turntables and the laptop, turning a knob here and there is utterly intriguing. Her timing is just spot on, Anna thinks, and it’s really cute. After the impromptu track sampling, Cassidy takes off her headphones and takes a drink of her wine and glances at Anna. “I know it’s not perfect….I think I Escort Ataşehir could’ve made some transitions a little bit smoother.” “Are you kidding? That was pretty friggin phenomenal! I’ve never heard anything like that before! And the way you were moving along, was cool. You’re really good at working those turntables. I had a thought, once, about DJing. But I never really gave it a go.” Grinning, Cassidy shoots back, “Well I can work a lot more than these turntables! But thank you! I’ve been DJing for several years now. Come here. I’ll show you some things here.” Anna shyly walks over and stands between Cassidy and the set-up. She looks at the laptop and at the million things on the screen. “So why a laptop?” asks Anna. “Nowadays most DJ’s use their digital media, like mp3’s and stuff, instead of actual vinyl records. So the laptop here holds all of my music that I use to play, and mix in songs.” Taking Anna’s right hand in hers, she places it on the record and moves the record back and forth. “Wow! You have really soft hands!” Biting her lip, Anna partially turns to Cassidy. “You think so?” “Yeah, I really do think so. Can I tell you something else?” Slightly shocked, Anna replies with a meek, “Sure.” Leaning in closer and barely touching her lip to Anna’s ear, Cassidy says, “I did mean it when I said earlier that I think your outfit was sexy!” “Oh…wait, are you hitting on me?” “So what if I am?” quips Cassidy while softly caressing her hand. At that moment, Anna releases her hand off the record. “I think it’s late and I said I would give you only 10 minutes.” “I don’t know what you want from me…I mean, I’m not a bloody social worker…” “And I think you’re well beyond that 10-minute window now, hon! And yes, I am hitting on you. You look so fucking hot in that negligee and seeing you in that at my front door, made me kind of hot!” “That’s very flattering, Cassidy! But—I—have—to—” Before Anna can finish her sentence, Cassidy carefully moves her soft blonde hair to the side and gently kisses her at the base of her neck and moves up to her ear and retracts.

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