#her enthusiasm is so quacking refreshing

[l3monivy]

meeting someone who is genuinely interested and enthusiastic about trying new things has changed how i approach things myself btw. turns out enthusiasm can be contagious :)

[mattness]

Space Dementia

And here we go again))  Jennifer Wright/Robert Grey Genres: Romance, Angst, Drama, Detective, Psychology, Hurt/comfort, Humdrum, Horror, AU, Friendship Summary: She thought she had found salvation in him, but she didn’t know she was at the mercy of a horrible monster who had own plans for her. ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Chapter II. 2017, ten years later New York, Brooklyn "I congratulate you on graduating from our Columbia University!" finished oration, the Director and all the students leaped from their seats. Happy Jennifer Wright tightly clutched in the hands of the diploma, simultaneously managing to cuddle almost all the classmates. Ahead was a long way in life, and from the realization of this literally ran goosebumps. Her girlfriends, Tyra and Margo was screaming beside joy, offered to bring all the most crazy ideas into reality. There was a whole day of graduation, which the whole faculty wanted to celebrate smartly. To be remembered for a lifetime.

First of all, a large group of students went to a rented club, where they had fun, remembered funny stories and drank a lot. Jen tried to be away from the center of all this madness, because a large amount of attention to his own person she never could stand. With her were Tyra, and the dance floor was already Margo. Adjusting their white-and-pink hair, a friend looked at Jen:

"Why so sad?"

"Nothing." Jennifer waved away, picking up a glass of wine and draining it with one sip. "We're got the whole evening and the night. I don't want to get drunk right now."

"That's right", Tyra smiled, shoving her gently into her shoulder.

Loudly playing music did not allow the girl to focus on her own thoughts, and forever screaming friends next to maddening. Her head was already splitting, although the clock showed only eight in the evening. Jen madly wanted to leave because graduation of students of one of the most prestigious universities in the USA turned into some farce. For several times some guys from a parallel group clashed with each other, and turn didn't end in the toilet.

Jennifer, without telling anyone, went to get some fresh air on the roof of the club.

Dusk fell on new York, lights were on everywhere. The noise didn't abate, and listen to it was a lot better than monotonous music in the club. A mouthful of evening air refreshed the girl's head, which came to the railing and leaning on them, sighed heavily.

Lately in her life everything was going wrong, and now, after graduating from University, she hoped to work things out. She wanted to get a job as a journalist in the New York Times or Forbes, to write articles that would become famous throughout the country. Wright aspired to his dream and was sure to get the long-awaited place under the sun.

Thoughts about the good work was distracted by a faint squeak of the iron door. Girl turned around to see who disturbed her temporary rest. But she didn't see anyone. The front door to the roof only slightly opened. Apparently, from the wind, thought Jen and she continued to think the various lights of New York. Because of the persistent creaking of thoughts began to rush in my head, and she could not concentrate. She began to boil from anger on those who from huge number of felony drunken students decided to over her to play a joke.

Jen turned and resolutely walked to the door and closed with a loud thud slamming it.

Suddenly to her left, something fell with a wild metallic ringing, forcing her to flinch from surprise. Wright swore out loud and boldly went to identify the source of the noise. Turning the corner of the wall, the girl irritably rolled his eyes. A loving and, it seems, drunk couple tried to enjoy directly on the roof, apparently, believing, that this romantic.

"Couldn't you have found a better place?" Jen grumbled, deciding to return back to her friends.

Fortunately, their long search was not necessary: the girls are still sitting all behind the same table where Jen left them. They greeted her joyfully, making room. The brunette grinned, noticing that Margo and Tyra was already drunk. Glancing at his watch, Wright smiled. It wasn't even eleven o'clock yet. * * *  This night is beginning to seem too long for Jennifer, but, lucky for her, prom had been going on in the street. Students who were still able to stand on their own two feet, went for a walk in New York. Among the boys the girl and then looked at Roy Gordon. A tall and thin young man with beautiful big blue eyes immediately attracted Jen's attention. He was a new when they were in their third year, and pretty quickly became the most popular and coveted guy on campus. So Wright never expected, just quietly watched and did not dare to come to meet with him. For all time of study they practically never spoke. Right now the dark-haired girl very sorry about the heap of missed opportunities and continued to do it, knowing that tomorrow they would never see each other again. "Are you going to stare at your beloved and to do nothing?" just burst out laughing Margot, drinking champagne straight from the neck of the bottle. "Approach him, Jen." "What's the point of that?" girl is angry with snort. Graduates quickly went to the Central Park of New York.    "You don't even know each other. Who knows, maybe he'll like you today." Jennifer frowned, knowing what that meant words drunk Margo. But she didn't want to deal with Roy, didn't want to spend one, maybe a wonderful night with him. She's like a little girl hoping that one day he still will notice a gray mouse and he will come. However, this did not happen. Roy was changing girls like gloves, and that really pushed Jen away. She didn't want to have even a simple friendship, afraid to be one from a huge list of who wanted to sleep with Gordon. "I would have long asked him to leave with me somewhere", Tyra stepped in, with a sly smile. "So come on, Tyra!" Jennifer snapped, starting to lag behind everyone. No one's been in the Park. The lights were turned off, and the milky fog enveloped the deserted streets of New York. The noise of the city died down for a few hours. Residents of a huge metropolis could prevent sleep only everywhere walking students celebrating the end of the University. Above the artificial pond was a fog, ducks slowly floated on the water and enjoyed the silence of the night. Jen sat down on an empty bench, peering into the distance and pondering. The enthusiasm and joy had disappeared. There was only one desire - to return home and fall on a soft bed, falling into a deep sleep. After closing her eyes for a moment, Jennifer immediately turned the events of the past ten years in her head. She perfectly remembered, when the father, to save money, gladly told her that they're moving to Brooklyn. Changing schools and circle of friends has greatly affected the girl. She was liberated, became more sociable, and deep resentment at her mother, coupled with depression, quickly faded into the background. Jennifer had enough problems in high school. At the Brooklyn school Wright first fell in love. The guy she liked was two years older and played on the school football team. He also drew attention to her, but the relationship don't went any further. Jennifer long was upset, and then since forgotten. He wasn't worth it because he was too narcissistic and arrogant. There she made her best friend, with whom she entered the same University. Jennifer and Sophie were inseparable. Wright believed, that they will are close always, but have been proved wrong. Enrolling in different faculties, friend practically ceased to see each other. Their interests changed, and it became difficult to find a common topic of conversation. After the second year of University, Sophie never greeted or approached Jen again. This greatly hurt the brunette, and the desire to make friends fell to hell. Soon, however, appeared a little blonde Tyra with brown eyes. She quickly achieved a good location Jennifer, then acquainted with the red-haired beauty Margot. Jennifer no longer complained about the lack of friends as well as the lack of attention from the stronger sex. Wright grown up, the face stretched out, children's bulk disappeared. Black hair she was still cut when they have already started to grow below the shoulders. Freckles on the face no longer confused, but, on the contrary, became very lovely. Jen considered them his little feature. There was a quacking of ducks, and the girl got up from the bench, deciding to come closer to the water. Ducks continued to make noise, as if they did not like something. Several birds soared into the air and flew away in an unknown direction. From the other side of the artificial pond there was a loud laughter of students. Jennifer instantly realized that classmates seem to have walked the whole Park, while she was sitting here and thinking about his life.    "Jen, where do you gone?" Tyra range to her, tightly hugging her friend by the shoulders. "We thought you went home." "I wanted to do, but I already go back" smiled the girl, along with Tyra catching up with the others. The clock showed four in the morning. The sun slowly rose from the horizon, and the city gradually woke up. Again lights were lit, cars began to appear on streets. Students continued their walk on the waterfront, which opened a view of the big and old Brooklyn bridge. The wind pleasantly blew in the face, refreshing the head. Jen again smiled, watching classmates who decided to play some stupid game. They invited everyone to participate. Roy ran up to Jen, first carefully examining and only then offering to participate. She shook her head negatively, determined to watch from the side. "You and I would never meet each other before, huh?" cautiously asked his assistant guy, he was smiling Jen. "Were in the same group from the third year, Gordon", snorted Wright, with her hands on the railing that separated the promenade and down to the river. "Just not talked." "That's how," he pursed. "I don't even know your name." "Jennifer", quietly introduced herself to the girl and looked gray-blue eyes at the picturesque landscape. “Roy.” "I know", said more to herself than to him, Jennifer. They never spoke again. Guy went to to the rest of the guys, which already began to play. Meanwhile, Wright took a breath, feeling like his cheeks treacherously burned after such a short and silly conversation. Heart pounding, literally screaming that her feelings were still as strong as before. Jen hoped, that over time this will pass, given the fact, that more they never see each other. As soon as the clock stopped at five, classmates decided to go home, spending everyone who lived in Brooklyn. First out students living on campus, and ten of the remaining people continued to walk. It was Jen's turn when there were four students left. The girl said goodbye to everyone, hugged Margot and went into the house. She quickly took the Elevator to the fifteenth floor, quietly opened the door to the spacious apartment. Jen put the keys on the counter near the mirror and went to her room. Father still slept, as and all people in this time. Quietly opened a white door in room, she smiled: finally she homes! The bright room with soft turquoise wallpaper, which were covered with various posters, was illuminated by sunlight. Light penetrated through the window overlooking the embankment. Nearby stood a single bed, opposite is a large wardrobe with clothes and other things. The opposite wall a desk with a computer and bookshelves. Taking off her prom suit and leaving the cap on the floor, Jennifer quickly reduced the distance to the bed and fell on it, instantly falling into a deep sleep. * * *  A strange fear for their own lives engulfed Jen in a dream. She wandered through the endless corridors of the empty hospital, trying to find a way out. She was the only one here. The hospital didn't look abandoned, on the contrary, it seemed completely new. Except that the constant noises very much alarmed girl. An unpleasant feeling that she was being watched, did not leave her head. She constantly looked around, but no one around not was. The girl frowned and picked up the pace, starting to get nervous. Turning left, she found herself in front of the wide doors that led into another infinitely long corridor. There was an impression that it is some hospital labyrinth. Jennifer was trying to figure out what it all meant. However, nothing came to mind. Panic has gripped the mind, not giving focus. "Is anybody here?" Jen asked into the void, which echoed through the corridor.  In the next moment, the light went out and hospital turned into a sinister bloody shade of emergency lamps. The girl's heart began to beat a furious rhythm, and her legs rushed forward. Jennifer again turned to the nearest corner and was glad when he saw before him the main exit from the hospital. She took a breath and calmly walked to the door and pulled the handle. Closed. "Shit!" Jen cursed, combing her hair back with her hand. "How…" "You want to leave, Jenny?" someone's unnaturally high voice could be heard. The girl shuddered in horror, turning around. But behind there was no one. She immediately began to look for the companion who had suddenly appeared. "Maybe we play?" A dark figure appeared around the corner. Jennifer immediately looked closely. In red light nothing could be seen. The only thing that is clear — it was a tall, thin man, squaring his broad shoulders, put your hands behind your back. His face was hidden in the shadows. It seemed that darkness enveloped him and did not want to let go as long as he didn't want too. The girl nervously gulped and took a step towards the mysterious person. "Who are you?" "You'll find out soon”, she literally heard him smile. Jennifer frowned and turned back to the door, again pulling the handle. This time it was open. The girl pushed the door, and bright sunlight hit her right in the eye. Squinting her eyes, she looked for the last time at the corridor of the hospital, at the place where the shadow stood. But now was no one there. Shrugging and not giving this meeting irrelevant, Jen calmly walked on the street. * * *  Slowly opening her eyes, she tried to comprehend what she saw. Endless corridors, locked doors, red light and a meeting with a strange man, and did not show himself. Too weird. Hardly an explanation for this could be found in any dream book or on the Internet. What did all this mean? And was it worth this stupid vision to attach importance at all? Jen couldn't understand. Steps outside the door of the room immediately brought her out of thought. Dad woke up and was going to work. The girl rolled over and looked at the wall clock: the hands stopped at twelve day. Jen was embarrassed and got out of bed. She slept without hind legs for almost half a day, and her father was still at home. Usually at this time he was already in the restaurant and prepared a bunch of lunches for visitors. Dressed in home clothes and washed, Wright wandered into the kitchen, where came a pleasant aroma. The girl smelled brand breakfast from his father. She was right. Chester stood at the stove cooking a late breakfast for his daughter. "Hi, dad," Jen said, sitting down at the kitchen table. "Hi, sweetheart", he smiled to her, for a moment distracted from the stove. "How was it?" "Perfectly. And at the same time sucks. In general, doesn't matter," she smiled. Father burst out laughing and has placed before her a plate of food. Jennifer gladly breathed in the delicious aroma immediately took up a fork and starting to eat. Chester poured himself a coffee, sitting down opposite his daughter. "Why aren't you at work yet?" "I'm on the night shift today." The brunette looked up at her father, noticing how serious he was. He was too lost in his own thoughts. This alarmed Jennifer, who even put the fork aside.  "Dad?" He was instantly distracted from his thoughts and gave a strained smile to her. "What's wrong?" "Today the mail came," began the man, and Jen shrugged, not understanding the reason for his concern. "As usual there were newspapers and my magazines and... Another letter for you. From Derry." Chester got up from the table, for a couple of minutes hiding in the hallway of the apartment. He came back with a stack of newspapers in one hand and a letter in the other. Jennifer silently took the sealed envelope on the reverse side of which was familiar address grandmother of Christi. "I didn't open." Jen nodded, all knowing, and carefully opened the envelope, pulling out the white and neatly folded sheet of paper. She unfolded it, starting to read the contents of the text printed on the computer: "Good day, miss Wright. I am a notary who public and addressed by Your relative, Christine Wheeler. I inform you that Mrs. Wheeler has transferred all her property in Derry to your name. The testament can be seen in our office. Now, after her death (I'm sorry for your loss), You have every right to dispose of the property as you wish. I recommend that you immediately come to the city, contact me, otherwise after a while the right to dispose of the property we will give the real estate company of the city of Derry. Sincerely, Mr. D. Robinson "Notary services", Derry, Kansas street, 34" The girl, not believing her own eyes, gave the letter to father. She put her hand to her mouth, feeling hot tears running down her cheeks. It was impossible to believe. Just three weeks ago, Jen was talking to her grandmother on the phone, who was feeling fine, and now she found out about sudden death.  After reading the letter, Chester sat down beside daughter and took her hand. Girl quietly sobbed, nervously biting her lips. "Why hasn't anyone called us before?" asked Jen hoarsely, wiping her tears. "Just yesterday, Mary called me", the girl immediately looked up at father, who for the first time in so many years, mentioned the name of her mother. "She told me. She said the funeral was over, she saw the testament." "But why didn't you tell me? she frowned, indignant. "I didn't mean to ruin your prom, Jen." The girl sobbed loudly, covering face with her hands. "Jen, your mother doesn't mind you getting this house. Grandma would love to have you..." he sat down close and dropped his hands gently on his daughter's shuddering shoulders, trying to calm her down. Jennifer shrugged it off, not wanting to listen father. He sighed and silently continued to sit next to until she herself calmed down. "And how long she..?" "A week ago" quietly gasped Chester. "Jen, I understand that you not be easy, but you need to accept this fact. Be strong." The girl heaved a sigh and wiped her tears, knowing that the dad is right. "You decide how to dispose of this house." Tears came flooding down girl's cheeks and she immediately jumped up from his chair, ran to the bathroom. Chester weary squeezed fingers the bridge of his nose, not knowing, that to do: here he was absolutely powerless.

[thesinglesjukebox]

CLEAN BANDIT FT. DEMI LOVATO - SOLO

[5.80]

I don't wanna be a chicken, I don't wanna be a duck, so I shake my FWOOP FWOOP FWOOP

Iain Mew: What if "Solo Dancing" was actually about what its video thought it was about, went as direct as "you're the only one I'm coming for" and also chose to use the medium of stuttered vocal sample to explore cry/quack dualism? Complete with the emotional clarity of "Symphony" and the friendly audacity of "Rockabye?" No need to wonder any more, and Clean Bandit's success in everything they try is getting almost too good to believe. [9]

Claire Biddles: After the middling Julia Michaels collab "I Miss You" Clean Bandit are back to their winning streak. "Solo" is a checklist of all the best Clean Bandit characteristics: (literally) banging chorus, cannily-selected guest vocalist, and um, esoteric lyrical content. I've written before about my enthusiasm for their weirdo sensibilities, so I was practically cheering when I first heard that "WOOP WOOP WOOP" wanking metaphor. It feels good to have a pop mainstay as reliably odd as Clean Bandit. [8]

Will Adams: There might be something interesting in the concept of a song about female masturbation that explores its loneliness instead of cheeky, I-see-what-you-did-there empowerment. But it's hard to contemplate that over the sound of "I wanna FWOOP FWOOP FWOOP but I'm broken hearted" and my ensuing laughter. [4]

Katherine St Asaph: Never mind the irony of a supposed female empowerment song -- it's not, not unless you consider "I'm so devastated over this dude, all I can do is desperately masturbate" empowering -- turning Demi Lovato, a distinctive singer with things to say, first into a nondescript voice then into wordless chopped-up babble. We're still stuck with that trend, it seems. The real problem is that evocative babble, as in "Breathe," is hard to pull off; more often, you'll end up in narm, as in "Make Me (Cry)." You just can't convey pathos as Crazy Frog. [3]

Ryo Miyauchi: While Demi goes about it casually without a need to angle it as if it's something out of character, it still sounds a bit too labored with its attempt to center it as its main draw. Clean Bandit has some offenses with its cut-and-paste, self-censoring chorus, but Demi also got some puns in there that bat a wink a little too hard. [5]

Alfred Soto: About a decade ago, the whistle made a comeback to the pop song. Now the stutter's cool. As usual Demi Lovato brings her formidable charisma to a production that could use a Xanax. [6]

Vikram Joseph: Totally passable, profoundly average trop-house-pop. You'd dance to it because your friends are dancing to it and it's easier than not dancing to it; hell, it might even absorb some sort of transient significance if you heard it enough times on holiday somewhere hot. Chances are you won't remember much about it, though. [5]

Juana Giaimo: It's a pleasant surprise to find Demi Lovato having complete control over her voice. The fast EDM beat isn't just suitable for the strong vocals she displays in her own songs. The vocal distortion of the chorus adds some fun effects suitable for a party kind of song. As for the lyrics, many are already pointing it them out as a female masturbation anthem and the music video confirms it. This is still something to celebrate -- considering that for the world, women don't know about self-pleasure. However, it's quite disappointing that it's called "Solo" and not "Sola,", that is, the feminine form of the adjective "alone." [7]

Stephen Eisermann: Demi always sounds best on songs that aren't her own and I'm convinced it's because the producers and people in the studio aren't too scared to tell her to dial it down. Her restrained vocals are more pleasant and versatile than the overwhelming belt she seems to love to use. Much like a kid is better behaved at a friend's house than his own, Demi doesn't bombard us with belts on this track. Oh, and the production is cute, too. [6]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: While I'm convinced that the best Demi Lovato songs are those that work with -- and justify -- her propensity for unrestrained vocalizing, it's always refreshing to hear her do something relatively tame. "Solo," however, completely hinges on how one reads the chorus. While I'd argue that the stuttering Farmer See 'n Say vocal edits stymie the lyrical themes (female masturbation is empowering funny?), the song would be considerably less memorable without them. So, uh: [5]

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