Free Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick by Joe Schreiber

ginger ale and we'd suddenly switched to Jack Daniel's. The guy at the bar who might have been Jimmy Iovine put his phone down and started listening. Valerie Statham turned and stared. Even Teardrop Tattoo looked impressed. We finished the second verse and went into the chorus—
    And the world went black.

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Reflect on these words of Dorothy Day: "No one has the right to sit down and feel hopeless. There's too much work to do." What is "the work to be done" for your generation, and what impact does this have on your future as a leader? Write a creative, reflective, or provocative essay. (Notre Dame)
     
    The sound died with the lights, a candle blown out with a single puff. For a second I could hear Sasha's voice in the dark, squalling naked and childlike without the aid of a microphone, and then Norrie's drums rattled silent. The crowd reacted instantly with a startled last-episode-of-Sopranos "Huh?" of shock and confusion.
    I felt a hand grab my sleeve and jerk me from the stage. I dropped my bass and swung my arms out to catch myself, experiencing air's notorious inadequacy when it comes to behaving as a solid, and then my chin slammed into the floor and my face went numb up all the way back to my jawbone.
    "Get up," Gobi's voice hissed in my ear, with all the rage of a culturally repressed eastern Europe behind her words, but by that point she was already dragging me through the crowd. Scrambling to my feet, I went staggering through the front door and outside into the night.
    "What are you doing?"
    "Saving your life."
    "Now?"
    "We must go."
    I looked back at the club. "But we were rocking!"
    "Too many people paying attention," she said.
    "That's kind of the p—"
    "Shut up." She jabbed something into the small of my back and we walked quickly back up Avenue A toward the park. The sight of the Jaguar seemed to reassure her. "Get in."
    I opened the driver's side door and heaved myself in, still dizzy and sweating. "You couldn't have at least waited till we finished the song? One of the most important guys in the music industry was sitting at the bar."
    "Does not matter," Gobi said, consulting her BlackBerry.
    "Maybe not to you, but it matters to me."
    "That is not what I mean." She turned to face me. "I saw you with your father at that club. All he has to do is tell you to stop, and just like that you give up your dreams, like poof, like they were nothing."
    "We were good up there."
    Gobi smiled at me. She had the strangest way of doing that at odd moments.
    "You were better than good, Perry. You were great."
    "Thanks."
    "It is just a pity that you cannot stand up for what you love."
    "What, like killing people for money?"
    Gobi stiffened. A flat, dispassionate mask clamped over her face, and her voice went flat.
    "Drive uptown," she said. "Should take no more than fifteen minutes."

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Are you honorable? How do you know? (University of Virginia)
     
    It was almost eleven when we drove up Fifth Avenue and Gobi pointed to the entrance of the Sherry-Netherland Hotel. The valet in a red jacket and pants with gold piping approached the Jaguar and stopped, inspecting the body damage, the smashed rear window, and the blood on the windshield. His face went from a placatory smile to the "Oh, no" emoticon of ☺.
    "Is everything all right, sir?"
    I nodded and kept my eyes on Gobi. She had my cell phone in her bag, but as soon as she got out, I was going to do whatever I could to get in touch with Annie and make sure she was safely out of the house. Then I was going to bolt.
    "Come on." She gestured me out. "This time you are coming with me."
    "I'd rather stay put, thanks."
    She reached in and pulled me out. How a girl that weighed fifty pounds less than me could force me out of a vehicle and make it look elegant was a total mystery, but the valet appeared to find it amusing, almost ☺. He was still beaming at us as Gobi held my arm and swung me into the hotel lobby.
    "What am I supposed to do?"
    "Shut up. Be charming."
    We