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As Y/N walks home from yet another hopeless day of job-hunting, she runs across a song she rather likes. She walks into her parent's house where she is currently staying until she finds a job. "Watcha listening to, hun?" Her mother asks. Y/N takes out her earphones and lets her mother listen. "One shot and the whiskey goes down, down, down. Bottom of the bottle hits, waking up my mind as I throw a fit." Her mother removed the headphones and gives them back to her daughter. "Y'know, judging by some of the stuff you listen to, I'm beginning to think that you could watch several murders and still be sane enough to avoid having to be put in an insane asylum. Y/N smiled. "Thanks, mom. I know what job I'm going to interview for tomorrow." Y/N skipped off to her room to play her guitar before dinner.
Chapter 1 ~There's an Idea~
