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The worker nodded, walking off. <*><*> Marco calmed himself, focusing on how to ride every move the animal tossed at him. He hopped back on, giving the OK as the gate opened and Dirty Dashin' charged out. Marco finally rode it well, landing roughly yet still safely as he pumped a fist in victory to his buddies. |
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Meanwhile, Amelia finished her recording, and was about
to head into her car when her manager stopped her.
"Mia, have you heard the news?"
"Um, what news, Michael?" |
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PBR uploaded it, Marco rewatching it to self tape and see where he could've done better once he got back home. He tossed his sweat-soaked shirt into the back of his pickup when he got to it, the summer sun beating down relentlessly on the state. |
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"What do you mean 'What news', Amelia?! About the
concert opertunity?"
"Oh that..I haven't heard yet. Haven't recieved the mail,"
Amelia sighed.
"Oh...Well, I'm sure you'll get it next year." |
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Marco went and packed everything he'd need. Chaps, spurs, vest, helmet---all in the cab of his pickup. He went and took a quick shower, coming back out and eating dinner before heading to bed. |
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"Night, Ms. Cyan," said the receptionist.
Amelia gave a small smile and half hearted wave before
getting back in her car and driving home. When she arrived
she was so tired that she completely forgot to check her
mail. She ordered pizza, grabbed a blanket, and set up
on the couch to watch a cheesy Christmas Rom-com. (As any
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The rodeo was the next day, Maneater being the bull picked for Marco. He awoke the next morning, slipping into jeans, a button up, pulling his belt and black Stetson on, before heading to the kitchen and grabbing a Monster. The man slipped into his truck, starting the long haul to the fairgrounds. |
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Amelia woke up to yet another noisy and bustling morning. She could feel the pep in her step before even getting out of bed! That is, she felt the pep until she saw what day it was. Oh...Yeah...That's right. Today's the rodeo... Well, I migth as well go for fun, even if I'm not preforming. Lia thought. OH SH*T!! I woke up late!!! Amelia began running around shoving things into a duffel, enough to last her a three night trip. She shoved on her clothes and shoes, snatched her duffel off of her bed, and sprinted out the door before doubling back into the kitchen to grab her purse and wallet. "Ack! Can't forget that!" She ran out the door, shoved open the trunk, shoved in her bag, and slammed the door shut before driving off. |
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Marco pulled into the lot, FM radio playing from the speaker in his ruby red dulley. The man hopped out, the early rays of the sunrise catching on his features and enhancing them, making him look even more like how he looked on covers of magazines. He stepped into his chaps, the leather black with sky blue details, the iconic pair he mostly wore. Marco saw the time and leaned back against his truck, pulling out a pack of Marbolo's and taking one between his lips, lighting it before taking a drag. |
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After a three-hour drive, Lia pulled into the hotel lot. She hopped out of her car and went to the check-in desk. She had booked the hotel back when she thought she was going to get in, so she already had a nice room for the rodeo. She unlocked the door to her room, and set down her bag before getting ready to go to the rodeo for the day. |
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