“Alright, guys! Good job, just make sure to rehearse for tomorrow's exam. And study!” A young woman called after students leaving her class, a bright smile on her face. Astrid adored her students and honestly had a hard time leaving them, but she would not be teaching after the semester was over. She couldn't be a full-time teacher and pursue her career in the entertainment business at the same time just yet. A light sigh came from her as she grabbed her keys and purse, leaving the room and locking it up behind her before heading outside to her beloved deep purple '69 Charger. She knew nothing of cars, but she loved the classics. They looked so...hot. And it was a gift.
She made her way through the city, away from the upper East end and down into the more...urban area. She didn't look too out of place, as the other young women walking around were dressed rather fashionably and she herself had chosen a pink ensemble of Uggs, Capri denims, and a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned pink and black plaid shirt. Her matching pink hair was pulled into a high a seemingly rushed ponytail as she did her best to not draw attention to herself any more than she normally did. Though, as she parked and got out, heading into the Corlione garage, she did seem out of place among the grease, oil, and sweat covered men and women there. One in particular noticed her first, raising his head with a grin as he tossed down his rag after wiping his hands.
“Well, well. Miss Hollywood graces us with her presence. What brings you down today, teacher lady?” The man had an accent that was a mix between Italian and New Yorker Bronx. Astrid's face brightened as he spoke, delivering a tight hug. “Nia is making this weird knocking sound when I drive...and I wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow night.” She glanced over at her car before looking back at him as he nodded. “Tell y'what. Leave Nia here with me overnight and I will pick you up tomorrow for practice in her.” He gave her his most charming smile before blushing softly as she wrapped him in a hug. “Max! You're the best!” She released him to fully enter the garage, taking a seat in a nearby chair as Max's brothers addressed her.
“Hey, how's that new song coming?”
“Yeah, when you gonna sing it?”
“How was that tour?”
“When y'gonna stop teachin'?”
She made her way through the city, away from the upper East end and down into the more...urban area. She didn't look too out of place, as the other young women walking around were dressed rather fashionably and she herself had chosen a pink ensemble of Uggs, Capri denims, and a white t-shirt under an unbuttoned pink and black plaid shirt. Her matching pink hair was pulled into a high a seemingly rushed ponytail as she did her best to not draw attention to herself any more than she normally did. Though, as she parked and got out, heading into the Corlione garage, she did seem out of place among the grease, oil, and sweat covered men and women there. One in particular noticed her first, raising his head with a grin as he tossed down his rag after wiping his hands.
“Well, well. Miss Hollywood graces us with her presence. What brings you down today, teacher lady?” The man had an accent that was a mix between Italian and New Yorker Bronx. Astrid's face brightened as he spoke, delivering a tight hug. “Nia is making this weird knocking sound when I drive...and I wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow night.” She glanced over at her car before looking back at him as he nodded. “Tell y'what. Leave Nia here with me overnight and I will pick you up tomorrow for practice in her.” He gave her his most charming smile before blushing softly as she wrapped him in a hug. “Max! You're the best!” She released him to fully enter the garage, taking a seat in a nearby chair as Max's brothers addressed her.
“Hey, how's that new song coming?”
“Yeah, when you gonna sing it?”
“How was that tour?”
“When y'gonna stop teachin'?”