Band practice didn't go as bad as I thought. Everybody played well, and we got news that our band was going to be in this 'Battle of the Bands' thing where the winner gets to sign with one of the biggest rock producers of our time, Chris McClean. And now, to top this awesome night off, I get to spend it with the hot new girl. I smirked as I put on my black hoodie, and headed into my living room, where on one of our recliners sat my gay roommate, Oliver. He was just talking on the phone with somebody. "Hm..I just don't think that fabric would be good as scarves....Okay, fine, I'll think about...
The sound of a baby crying was the one thing that Clarisse loved from that very day. The day she was born. The day Clarisse held her tiny body in her arms. She was here, and that's all Clarisse.
"She's beautiful, Clare." Stated Clarisse's husband Samuel said, as he stroked the baby's soft tan face.
She was asleep in Clarisse arms, and she smiled. "Yes, she's very beautiful." Clarisse cradled the baby closer to her chest, letting the baby feel her heart beat. It was every mother's dream for this moment.
"What do you want to name her?" Samuel asked, smiling both.