Peter loved his job, his work. Really. And, more to the point, he was very good at it. Graduation looming just around the corner, he was putting in as many hours as possible at the hospital, tying up loose ends, finishing projects,trying to tell himself that being accepted at another institute post-grad wasn't the end of the world. Sloan Kettering was amazing but it wasn't the only research hospital. Besides, he could always apply the moment a slot became open in the department.
Today though, he was a little less focused on career goals and a little more upset that he wasn't free to do what he wanted. He would have loved to see Rory and Sascha (and the rest of the band) performing live for a television audience. It'd been a while since he'd actually heard the band all play together, listening to their CD didn't quite count. He'd gotten the word out though, knew other fans would make a good showing to support the local guys gone big. And Gracie...she'd be at his place when he did get home from work.
The girl had ditched school with a bunch of friends and come into the city to see Breaker Street--to get on t.v. themselves, more likely. She'd already texted him a dozen times with such insights as "OMG PEOPLES" and "RORY HAWT". Gee thanks, sis.
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Today though, he was a little less focused on career goals and a little more upset that he wasn't free to do what he wanted. He would have loved to see Rory and Sascha (and the rest of the band) performing live for a television audience. It'd been a while since he'd actually heard the band all play together, listening to their CD didn't quite count. He'd gotten the word out though, knew other fans would make a good showing to support the local guys gone big. And Gracie...she'd be at his place when he did get home from work.
The girl had ditched school with a bunch of friends and come into the city to see Breaker Street--to get on t.v. themselves, more likely. She'd already texted him a dozen times with such insights as "OMG PEOPLES" and "RORY HAWT". Gee thanks, sis.