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Post by Administrator on Dec 12, 2011 17:29:21 GMT -5
A great place to hang out and have fun, you can wait here for the distribution center to open, or just relax and cool off on a hot day. Careful, swimming in the fountain could get you nabbed by the bulls!
Prince spent a lot of her free time around here during her span as leader and Styx continues the tradition. If you're looking for the Queens leader after selling time, check the fountain.
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Post by Gianna Mancini on Apr 29, 2012 14:35:18 GMT -5
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Gianna sat on the lip around the edge of the fountain, enjoying the sounds of the bubbling water, the soft splashing as it cascaded down and every so often bounced a refreshing spray of water in her direction. It was midday, the morning selling frenzy long since passed and for once in a great number of days, Gianna actually had money in her pocket - actual coins whose weight she could feel tugging at her dress. She thought perhaps she savored these particular coins most of all because she had got them by singing - well selling her papes by singing. It was a suggestion that had been offered up by Lexi, the head girl over in the Bronx when she had stopped through Queens once, and encouraged more by Mag and Prince and some of the others in her borough. And finally, Gianna had found the courage to put it into practice.
And it had worked! People had stopped to listen, they wanted to buy the papers that contained the headlines she had sung about and a few had even tossed her some extra coins for the entertainment. Her eyes shone a little as she thought about and she nibbled on her bottom lip. It might not be the stage at Caprice or Irving...but it was a start. With this new found courage rolling through her, Gianna had returned to the lodging house to retrieve her writing notebook and after a check on some of the younger kids, had wandered off for some solitude and perhaps a moment to some up everything she was feeling. That's what was contained within the notebook, now held open on her lap, words, phrases, bits of song lyrics that she hoped someday she might put to music.
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