Post by Bobbi Jackson on Jan 14, 2018 21:44:14 GMT -5
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I found God
On the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west was all but won
All alone
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"
He said, "Ask anything."
Where were you
When everything was falling apart?
All my days
Were spent by the telephone
That never rang
And all I needed was a call
That never came
To the corner of First and Amistad
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
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The scene opens up inside the master bedroom of the Showtime Mansion in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Bobbi Jackson lays under the blankets in the center of the king size bed staring up at the ceiling with tired glazed eyes. Crumpled up tissues surround her on the bed as she coughs revealing the poor dear has most certainly seen some better days.
The flu bug has been going around as of late and everyone has been getting sick, Bobbi unfortunately has just been it's latest victim as she very slowly tries to sit up, whimpering as she does...
Bobbi: Hello? Is there anybody out there...?
Bobbi says in a weak yet soft tone looking towards the open door to the bedroom hoping someone is within the distance of her voice to make her some chicken soup or something. Unfortunately for her, it doesn't appear to be that way.
The blonde sighs and slowly leans over to the night stand and grabs a little bell they have placed there when someone is sick so the other person can hear it and come take care of them. Bobbi tries to ring the bell...but nothing happens.
Bobbi: ...Huh?
Bobbi looks at the bell strangely, it looks perfectly fine...she tries to ring it again...nothing.
Bobbi: What the hell...?
Bobbi lets out a frustrated huff which causes her to cough again a few more times. She puts the bell back on the night stand as she says to herself.
Bobbi: Fine, I'll do it myself...
The blonde pushes the blankets off of her slowly before adjusting her body and putting her feet on the ground. She goes to take a step but her light headedness causes the blonde to take a stumble and fall right into the carpeted ground of the bedroom.
Tears form in the blondes eyes, more out of pure frustration than pain as she lays there on the floor feeling helpless and alone as woman's feet seemingly appear in front of her and a hand extends down to help Bobbi up to her feet. She must have heard the stumble and came to help out. Bobbi of course is very grateful to at this point which ever Frost sister was nearby to come and help.
Bobbi: Thank you...
Bobbi replies softly as she takes hold of the hand and she is helped up to her feet. Much to the sick blonde's surprise her rescuer tonight is none other than one of her best friends in Mariah Cruz. The woman who reached out to Bobbi in her time of need and convinced her to come out of retirement and return to wrestling in the first place.
Bobbi: M-Mariah...!? W-what are you doing h-here...!?
Bobbi asks extremely confused as Mariah just offers her a warm smile in response as she allows the sick blonde to rest her head on her shoulder. Bobbi shivers feeling so weak right now as her friend helps keep her on her feet.
After what feels like an eternity to the blonde, Mariah takes both of the blondes hands and walks her back to the bed slowly, putting her her into bed and tucking her in snugly. Bobbi still trying to figure out exactly what's going on is still asking questions.
Bobbi: Mariah, I'm happy you are here....but why are you in my house? This doesn't make any sense...I don't know wh-...
Before Bobbi can continue her ramblings Mariah simply just places an index finger over the blondes lips to silence her and smiles again. Bobbi at this point just accepts the situation and quiets down as Mariah shuts off the light on the night stand as Bobbi slowly closes her eyes and drifts back off to sleep....
Or so she thinks as the next thing she knows she sits up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night in her bedroom where Mariah left her, the only problem was that it never happened. The blonde isn't sick...she's perfectly fine. It was all a dream.
Bobbi sits there breathing heavily, clearly the visions of the dream startled her and it's enough to wake up both Eliza and Michael who are sleeping in the same bed on either side of her. Showtime reaches around the blondes back the gently squeeze his wife's shoulder.
Showtime: Hey? Are you okay...?
Bobbi takes a few more deep breaths before nodding.
Bobbi: Yea, I'm okay sorry...Just a really weird dream...I'm fine...It all just felt so real...
Showtime: Are you sure?
Bobbi: Yea, I'll be okay...
Bobbi says with a reassuring nod as Eliza looks at the blonde with her head tilted a bit, unsure if she believes the blondes words. She's never seen her wake up like this from a dream before.
Eliza: Anything we can do?
Bobbi: No no...
Bobbi is quick to retort.
Bobbi: I'm fine...I promise, I'm sorry I woke you both.
Eliza: Oh it's fine, no worries!
Eliza says as she gently pokes Bobbi in the nose playfully.
Eliza: Lay down and get some sleep, we got a big match in a few days. Don't want you getting sick like I was last week.
Bobbi shivers being reminded of her dream.
Bobbi: We most certainly do not.
Eliza: So go back to sleep, see you all in the morning.
Eliza yawns and puts her head back down on the pillows as do Michael and Bobbi. While he and Eliza are quick to fall back to sleep Bobbi remains awake, staring at the ceiling wondering what in the hell that dream could have possibly meant as the scene fades out to black.
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In the end
Everyone ends up alone
Losing her
The only one who's ever known
Who I am
Who I'm not, who I wanna be
No way to know
How long she will be next to me
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Early morning
The city breaks
I've been callin'
For years and years and years and years
And you never left me no messages
You never send me no letters
You got some kind of nerve
Taking all I want
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Where were you? Where were you?
Lost and insecure
You found me, you found me
Lyin' on the floor
Surrounded, surrounded
Why'd you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late
You found me, you found me
Why'd you have to wait?
To find me, to find me
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