The next day found Boo going from place to place, proprietor to proprietor.
Her last chance is here, at the park. All her time is spent here. To be turned down by her friend, Torey, and in front of her mother would be humiliating. She did the audition anyway. She wasn’t sure if it was because they were distant friends or because she deserved the chance, but she got the spot. She had to return in a couple of days for her show.
Double A came up to Boo wanting to know if she was ever going to talk to their parents about her being sent away. “Of course, I am! I’m sorry, I have just been very busy lately.” Instead of being okay with that, she acted as if Boo was going to attack her. She seemed to be afraid of her own shadow.
Just then the sounds of Lil AC’s screams filled the air. This is one of those moments when you just wonder, Why did they have kids in the first place? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see the stink fumes emanating from his diaper. Did Boo’s mother change him? Nope she just got mad and yelled at him, then set him on the ground.
“You do realize that if you change him, he will stop screaming, right?” Boo stated. “I was getting to it. I just had to get past the smell first. How such a smell comes from such a doll, I will never know!” On the inside I was amused. “Mom, I have to talk to you about Double A. She has asked to move in with me.”
“You sure do stink, little man”
“Why does she want to move in to that shack with you?” Her mom asked.
“She heard you tell grandpa that you were sending her away. I assume you meant to boarding school?” I asked, ignoring the crack about my house.
“No, dear, I don’t think she would survive very well at boarding school. I just want to send her off for testing. She spends 50% of her time afraid of her own shadow and the other 50% talking to her shadow. We just don’t know what to do with her anymore. I am not sure it’s even safe for her to be around Lil AC. I have started taking him everywhere with me just to make sure he is never alone with her.”
“Make sure you tell her that. I can barely afford myself, much less a second person.” Oh, crap! Why did I say that? Boo asked herself.
Her mom’s eyes lit up, “Does that mean you want to come home and get a real job?”
“No, mom. The job I have is what I want to do. Instead of putting it down, why don’t you come and watch?”
“I don’t think so, dear. I’m off, I really need to get him home and put to bed.”
With only $300 simoleans, she could not afford to decorate the set, so she chose to do without. She wondered if that was the start of her mediocrity. The reviews were not bad, yet they were not good either. She immediately auditioned again and got another show. She was told to show up next Thursday.
With the new level, Boo started getting better and better reviews. Now when she auditions, she is hired on the spot. The park was a huge success. Boo got paid about $1,500 for the show. She was told by the coffeehouse proprietor to be there Friday night.
No one knows if it was the money or the rave reviews that caused Boo to act so out of character. The next day, Boo the Boring was the talk of the town. She walked up to a stranger, used her newfound flirtatious greet and introduced herself to Francois Moreau (French, Virgo, retired/tourist).
She ended up getting a decent review for that performance for one person and got almost $2k for it.
Boo spotted her mid-performance. She was so shocked she almost dropped a knife in her eye. To see her mom there and see her enjoying herself was the best thing that had happened in the past two weeks.
“I thought I was going to puke when I saw you throwing the knives like that! Don’t even get me started on the fires! Best show ever. I am so proud of you!” her mother said.
“Thanks, mom. I’m glad you finally understand. Will you please get everyone else on board too?” She said she would do what she could and that’s all I can ask.
We also got a few wishes taken care of. She wanted a fridge worth more than $1,000 and she wanted to use the telescope that she wanted in the last chapter but never once used. Since she had done so well and had almost $4,000 simoleans now, I went ahead and had her finally buy the chemistry table.
Boo headed off to her third gig of the week. When she realized that she was several hours early, she started practicing for tips. She was hoping to stop traffic by practicing in the middle of the road. She was a victim of three hit and runs.
It seems that the adrenaline from performing and the applause are the cause of her need for after gig male attention. She took the opportunity to get to know Armadillo and invite him back to her place. He agreed, but never showed up. She was definitely not amused.
She spent the next day practicing in the park.
When all else fails, go shopping! She spent her tiny bit of savings from her performances to buy a computer and desk. Luckily, she had been building a small nursery in the second bedroom a little bit at a time since she moved in. After buying the computer and desk, she was left with $900 simoleans.
She was upset to realize that she cannot practice acrobatics while carrying her offspring. She quickly learned the writing skill and wrote a book. The royalties wouldn’t keep her in salad, but it was a start.
Boo is quick to mention that if any of the readers mention that she writes books to her family, she will be very upset. She decided she needed a pseudonym. Please, don’t ask her what it is, she won’t even tell me.
“Yes, Grandfather, you will definitely get to meet your very first great-grandchild. He or she is due in the next month!”
“So, when is your wedding? Or did you have one and not invite your family?”
“I am not married, nor am I even dating the father,” she said. “In fact, he doesn’t even know or care about the baby.”
Grandfather was visibly upset and made his excuses and left.
Twice a day, Boo had cravings. For 9 months all she did was cook in her spare time. She was quickly getting closer and closer to being 5-star chef material. On this day, she not only wanted grilled cheese, she had an opportunity to turn in an excellent quality meal.
She did turn in the dish, but getting around was getting more and more difficult and uncomfortable. She earned some money and got a higher relationship status with all the restaurant employees. She figured this was a good thing, no matter how badly her back was feeling.
Rumors were flying at the restaurant. Everyone was talking about the feud between her baby daddy and her father. “How did they find out?” One of the restaurant employees heard her ramblings to herself. His eyes widened when he put her (out loud) thoughts to her enlarged belly. Boo really wished she had thought it in her head, because now she had to worry about even more rumors flooding the town.
Boo was heading home, when she started to hurt really bad. Her tummy and back were unbearably painful. She headed to the hospital and started chatting with a tourist named Ming Phua from China. As long as her mind was on her newest acquaintance, the less she noticed her achiness.