Meeting

Quick one-Okay the Kooks gig in August was only advertised this morning,I immediately went to the website and it says SOLD OUT.Argh.Whatever,'Konk' was shit anyways-but anyone with an extra ticket,let's negotiate.

There are papers scattered all over the long wooden table,some on my lap and the couple cups of coffee L bought for us minutes ago are mostly empty."I don't see how this can go on-unless we drastically change our strategy"-S says softly,addressing the floor with downtrodden eyes.The rest of us look to each other doubtfully,before our project leader M finally voices "Mm,why don't we postpone our deadline?..you know,we've have been busy with exams and stuff so things haven't been going as we planned",I nod along like everyone else not knowing what else to do.It has been almost two months since we started,we've since compiled a dozen stack of papers-most of which are probably irrelevant now,except no one dares to throw a single piece out-the numerous receipts and claim forms testifying to our loose spending-our treasurer B lives an hour from the city,and comes for meetings only when its deemed "highly necessary".So our finances resemble a tornado,deadlines for all sorts of things were either ignored or constantly postponed and our morale has officially hit rockbottom.

And then this comely girl dressed in shades of grey and pink starts to speak,I didn't really notice her before and have trouble remembering her name-"We have to do this,I can't just..let it go",M smiles and nudges for P to continue but J cuts in.He mentions the trouble with the venue and rising costs-something we've been discussing all week-and S finishes for him,asking P "Do you really think this is still..realistic?".

With an audacious smile that seems to lighten all our worries,P says "Cuba la".

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