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Cha Cha Cha!
Ok so this is something i whipped up a while ago on notepad (yes there are spelling mistakes) i never finished it though, so feel free! 
John was a simple man, a hardworking individual with unenlightened goals. He took the 7:15 to work each day,were he would work in a quiet and efficient manner.
He then took the 5:15 back to his simple one room apartment, in a very unremarkable apartment building. Every evening he would sit down on his beige couch after his evening meal and watch the news.
At 9 he goes to bed in a cramped simple room with a single person bed. He dreams unremarkable dreams about mundane topics such as work, stocks, and if he should buy a new pair of socks.
7:10
"Hi! are you taking the 7:15?"
John does not look or respond.
"Well i've just got a call that the 7:15 will be behind schedual today"
John checks his watch but otherwise does not respond
7:15
John finds himself sitting on a bus-stop bench with an unusually perky woman.
"you don't talk much do you?"
John nods his head.
"I thought so, you've been taking the bus for years now and i haven't heard you say one word."
John ponders this statement, not one?
7:17
"You know, if you wiped that frown off your face you would look more approachable
Frown? There was no frown on his face, this expression she was mistaking for a frown was a carefully neutral expression.
7:20
John boards the late 7:15 and takes a seat by the door with an elderly lady whom in his opinion needed to find a new perfume. The lady from the stop sits accross the aisle and begins to stare at John.
7:22
John begins to sweat under the unrelenting gaze of the lady.
"Can you talk?"
John remains silent.
"I think you can, your just not"
Silence
"ok then"
John glances at the lady from the corner of his eye, critically sizing her up from the large colourful sac she seemed to think was a hat, to the electrice blue diamond tattooed onto the top of her hand.
Suddenly driven he raised his head and looked her dead in the eye
"Hello"
"Well what do you know it can speak" the lady responds without looking
"uh, sorry"
"Two words this time?" She replies grinning " Well it's a start, do you have a name?"
"John, my name is John"
"Well John I'm Mandy nice to meet you"
The words coming out of his mouth seemed alien to John. He began to wonder when the last time he had a conversation was, 1 year 2? At work it was just simple sentences, yes no situations.
John was a simple man, a hardworking individual with unenlightened goals. He took the 7:15 to work each day,were he would work in a quiet and efficient manner.
He then took the 5:15 back to his simple one room apartment, in a very unremarkable apartment building. Every evening he would sit down on his beige couch after his evening meal and watch the news.
At 9 he goes to bed in a cramped simple room with a single person bed. He dreams unremarkable dreams about mundane topics such as work, stocks, and if he should buy a new pair of socks.
7:10
"Hi! are you taking the 7:15?"
John does not look or respond.
"Well i've just got a call that the 7:15 will be behind schedual today"
John checks his watch but otherwise does not respond
7:15
John finds himself sitting on a bus-stop bench with an unusually perky woman.
"you don't talk much do you?"
John nods his head.
"I thought so, you've been taking the bus for years now and i haven't heard you say one word."
John ponders this statement, not one?
7:17
"You know, if you wiped that frown off your face you would look more approachable
Frown? There was no frown on his face, this expression she was mistaking for a frown was a carefully neutral expression.
7:20
John boards the late 7:15 and takes a seat by the door with an elderly lady whom in his opinion needed to find a new perfume. The lady from the stop sits accross the aisle and begins to stare at John.
7:22
John begins to sweat under the unrelenting gaze of the lady.
"Can you talk?"
John remains silent.
"I think you can, your just not"
Silence
"ok then"
John glances at the lady from the corner of his eye, critically sizing her up from the large colourful sac she seemed to think was a hat, to the electrice blue diamond tattooed onto the top of her hand.
Suddenly driven he raised his head and looked her dead in the eye
"Hello"
"Well what do you know it can speak" the lady responds without looking
"uh, sorry"
"Two words this time?" She replies grinning " Well it's a start, do you have a name?"
"John, my name is John"
"Well John I'm Mandy nice to meet you"
The words coming out of his mouth seemed alien to John. He began to wonder when the last time he had a conversation was, 1 year 2? At work it was just simple sentences, yes no situations.