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Newcrest Let’s Play Day Ten, Part Two

Let’s go with Quinn to my new bowling alley!

It’s an underground bowling alley that I have literally not seen one sim at since I made it. It’s fye tho! Very nice social place.....it’s just no one there yet. It’s about two stories down from a movie theater and includes two bars, game room, eating area, and of course a bowling alley. It’s simple, but I love it.

Are there any poses for bowling....hmmmm?🧐

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Newcrest Let’s Play Day Six: Amina’s Room Part One. 🖼

What’s up guys! Welcome to another LP with @iahfwtel. We left off with Amina quitting her job and her cousin, Michelle picking up music. Today we’re up early with the Trevino family to start something new.

“Thank you for inviting to me to be the Art Director for your facility Mr. Lawson. I promise I won’t disappoint.” - Amina

“Excellent. Let’s start with organizing some Abstract paintings for our upcoming gallery show.” -Mr. Lawson

“No problem. Where do I get started?” -Trevino

“There’s a studio right around this corner. Make yourself at home.” -Mr. Lawson

“Alright and last piece, done.” -Amina

A few hours later after tarnishing & waiting for paint to dry & storing for the next day, Michelle shows up for her gig. Amina knew about the gig beforehand and had full intention to go to the bar after to support, then shortly after go home to Brennan.

“You cannot paint me, stop.” -Michelle

“Wanna see? I’m off now anyway and this is an open space. Why not get the practice in, give me an hour…go get ready for your show.” -Amina

“Wait forreal?” -Michelle

“Yes, now go warm up for your show.” -Amina

“Why? I heard somebody filled the spot so I wont be able to perform.” -Michelle

“That’s bogus Chelle. Go down there and get it back, you deserve it. Now or never.” -Amina

And these strings wont pluck you back into existence, no

These strings wont do the justice my heart needs

And if these strings wont play the music to bring you back to me

Then I’ll just keep stringing along to keep on holding on.

I’ll just keep stringing along to keep on holding on.

Lol! The bar was jam packed. Everybody was loving Michelle’s new written song, more than expected and better than imagine! This was great for her first performance.

Lol on the other hand Amina was ready to go, they didn’t leave till like 1 am, which is way past 10 but whatever.

“So how did it go last night? I was waiting for you but I didn’t want to call. I see your paintings, I love them babe. How much do you think they will sell for?” -Quinn

“[chewing sounds] It was [chew, yawn] fantastic, she had the whole block there. Yvette family came through, neighbors, everybody. She must’ve made like 500 simoleons. [chew, yawn again]” -Amina

“Babe are you tired?” -Quinn

“You have no idea.” -Amina

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Newcrest Let’s Play Day Four: Amina’s Room Part One. 🖼

Five Years Ago….

“Welcome to The Naked Gnome Amina Trevino, we are happy to have you on board with us. We expect you know full well that all of our talent here is a part of something special. Please, while you make yourself at home, be sure to apply your best efforts everyday while you are with us. Good luck and we are looking forward to your first day here at The Naked Gnome.” -Headquarters at The Naked Gnome

“Ah! I got the job! I got the job! Quinn, I got the job!” -Amina Trevino

“Oh Gosh, I hope they don’t hate me. I have so much work to do. So much to do to prove myself. My journey in photography begins now.” - Amina Trevino

Present Day…

🎵I got work to do, I got a job baby….I got a job! baaby…🎵

WORK TO DO - Isley Brothers

There had been so much pressure on Amina in the past. She was trying to run her own business as a photographer. That sim life drama got in the way, and even with her cousin being around to help get the business off the ground and running, photography just hadn’t been lucrative enough for her. Five years ago she started working at this place ⬆️, and it felt like her career dreams came true. But just like anything else, it ran thin and became like everything else in her life.

“Amina”, …. “Yes?”….. “Amina”…..

Amina, “Yes Mr. White, what do you need? I heard you the first time you called.”

Mr. White, “Amina can we talk? Right here is good, don’t get up you’re fine.”

Amina, “Sure, what’s wrong?”

Mr. White, “Amina, what do you mean what’s wrong? You currently have on your desk a box of dunking donuts….12 donuts in that box…is that your snack?”

Amina, “No…I…”

Mr. White, “A cup of coffee with a lit cigarette sitting on top of it, and Netflix open on a personal tablet….I ought to fire you right here right now, if you weren’t our best photographer I would. I would fire you.”

Amina, “Okay Mr. White what’s your point? I’ve seen you walk around with a lit cigarette on a many occasion before, why is this a hazard now? I’m not even smoking it…I haven’t got the chance to put it out yet.”

Mr. White, “[to himself almost] Im getting sick of this shit. [louder] ….Amina. Put the cigarette out now before I fire you. The point is, I don’t see your work. And lately you haven’t been productive at all. I see you. Yeah I see you. Everyday you come in with something, non work related. You open Netflix, facebook, YouTube, everything but the work portfolio you were assigned to.”

Amina, “Okay Mr. White! So! And! Becky and Maribeth over there on the other side of the race fence do the same thing every f****** day. Why do you come picking at me? AND why haven’t you said anything before? You just spy on me? If you want me to work on a specific project. Tell me. If you want me to get off my personal items, like you…?…tuh …then tell me. But what you will not do is come up to my desk and spring on me a termination that everyone else won’t receive. Im not your example. Im not your hamster. This is my job….my livelihood at stake.”

Becky and Maribeth, “Omg she’s so ratchet haha.”

Amina, “So no…I’m not putting out my cigarette, or turning off my Netflix. After this conversation, YOU are going to leave me tf alone and go upstairs to George’s office and get your brains blown out by his bulls*** mouth and continue to try to tyrannize the place. Good luck with that.”

And you know what else? Mr. White. Since you here, on your boss duties. I know this is your job and I don’t mean to get so personal, but since you are here, at my desk, in my personal space…..I have something to say.

Mr. White, “Amina, I asked you not to stand. You are making a scene please sit down. Are you wearing denim? Amina! Amina sit down.”

Watch your mouth Mr. White. I’m not sitting down. Im getting ready to close this donut box. Smoke the rest of my cigarette. Play my Netflix on volume 100, and quit. Yep. Thats right. All I’ve done for this place. And now you’re in here asking for a behavioral reprimand. Boy please! I’m walking away. I’m leaving. I’m going home to my son.

That’s right! Ive been wanting to steal all your clients anyway. And you know what! I don’t have to. I can get my own with my own talent. Good bye Mr. White. I hope to see you lurking sooner than later at my next gallery opening. Have nice day.

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Amina & The Family Go For a Picnic. S4 Gameplay.

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The Story Part Two.

“Be Careful Brennan,” calls out Amina after her son. She’s still dipping her finger in the cake mix and is tempted to just have a store brought cake with blue icing. So goes the special birthday cake.

“Brennan...how come I can hear you but can’t see you? Hello?? I want to read you this book before I head off to work.” Quinn pieces together his sentence step after step looking for the young boy. Brennan comes running toward his father so bubbly from his excitement. His cheeks turn red as he tackles his dad in slobber.

Quinn doesn’t bother to let him know he’s leaving. He found it more peaceful to slip away from the house and “be back before you know it”, but without the tears and hollering.

“My boy!” Quinn’s strong and husky voice receives the tackle like a champ. No scrapes, no bruises. “Let’s read this book I bought you for your birthday. A sharp mind is a useful tool is what my dad always told me.”

Part 1| Part 3.

The Story Part Three

Amina is groaning about being lightheaded and feeling nauseas. She wonders about a new baby on the way and gets stuck on the thought of an old pregnancy test upstairs in her drawer. Amina got nervous that if anyone found out, even if it was just a scare, that it would ruin the day. So she kept it to herself and continued to prepare the house for the party.

[Amina texting Yvette] I managed to get the cake done. I don’t know what I’m going to do about the rest of the food. I should’ve thought about this earlier.

[Yvette responds] Yo, don’t worry sis! I got you. Cedric isn’t feeling well but I can definitely help you out. Did you already buy the groceries and everything?

*Ding Dong* Guests start to arrive with huge boxes and bags wrapped up in children themed wrapping paper. The stuffiness that seemed to loom over the day started to disappear. “What’s up sis, how you doing?”

Of course Eric is the first to show up. The last time they spoke was over the incident at his studio. Eric never offered Amina her job back, but you know how family goes. It’s room for everybody to eat at the table.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4

Brennan Turns One.

Why you gotta start girl, why you gotta start? I know we make time for the things that we want I know you got another nigga tryna play the part Just 'cause he got a heart don't mean he got heart Could be standing in a field, and he still ain't in the field If anything should change then I thought we had a deal Lately you keep questioning what you get out the deal Doing things to make me feel the way I make you feel How hard is it to let you know when I'm coming home That way you could be prepared, maybe take a couple sick days and not miss pay I don't even know what things are looking like inside of your place and how it's decorated This thing is getting one-sided, I can't even lie to you right now

The Story Pt. 1

“Okay Brenny, you look so spicy on your first birthday, are you ready for your party?” Asks Amina in a super cartoonish baby voice. Brennan is walking now and can understand that he is a big boy. He doesn’t know too many babies his age, but he’s really surrounded by a village of loved ones.

Amina is the only one who can’t cook, and is supposed to be preparing a cake for Bren’s birthday party. She’s spilling the cake mix all around the kitchen, going through way too many boxes of cake mix.

“Need my help?” Joins Meek, “I’m not that much of a baker, but I at least know how to get the cake out of the oven.” Amina is so undergone in stress that she doesn’t respond to the offer. At this point, the tv is too loud, people are texting that their on their way and Quinn is getting ready to leave for work.

Part 2.

Quinn: “Sorry for your lost man, how’s everything going’? I heard you all miscarried.”

Will: “When did you hear that?”

Quinn: “Uh, a few days ago. I had ran into Chelsea at the store with my son. She told me all about it and how devastated you were. She even said that you two were on rocks and had to take a break? I’m sorry man, even though we wasn’t on the best of terms, I know that must be hard.”

Will: “Well...I’m shocked.”

Q: “Why?”

Will: “Because that’s not true.”

Q: “What do you mean?”

Will: “That’s just not true. I mean she’s right, we’re not really at our best right now but... if it were coming from me I’d say we were working on things...not that we were falling apart but ok.”

Q: “Damn, what about the miscarriage? Was that true at all...I know that sounds harsh, but I do care enough to ask. To know, even.”

W: [purses lips together, stretches hand in pocket and gestures a no] No.

Q: [stands quietly for a moment] “She didn’t have a miscarriage? What happened, she’s definitely not pregnant anymore...unless she is?”

W: [hesitates on his words for a moment] She had an abortion. A few weeks back [his words begin to fade out as Quinn’s ears tune out from the conversation] she had came back from some place, I don’t know [it really just sounds like he’s mumbling] dressed in sweats and her eyes [his hand gesturing some intense emotion with her face] her eyes were black as the night...she didn’t tell me, but I knew what happened. [he stuffs his fists back into his pockets, not amused] She didn’t have to tell me.

Q: Why did you let her do that? [meanwhile, when Will was revisiting the story, Quinn began to reminisce over a nostalgia for a bigger family. He even thought for a moment, that the baby could be his...and he could raise a child again. He thought it would be a boy...the skin color, the sparkle in the infant’s eyes]

Will: “Excuse me?”

Q: Why...why would you let her have an [cracks his voice into a quieter tone, extending his hand in rage bellow his belly] abortion? If that were me, she’d still be pregnant.

Will: “Excuse me?”

Q: “You heard me! [Quinn’s body becomes a broken facade, letting the frustration of his untold life peak through the cracks] You heard me! I can’t believe you! It was a baby Will! Chelsea didn’t deserve that! The baby didn’t deserve that!

W: [starts to walk away, waving the air back and forth as if he didn’t want to hear Quinn’s accusations....or as if he couldn’t. He was emotionally drained and sick with defeat of fighting for a women against many men] I don’t need to hear this Quinn. [he then stops abruptly, shifting all of his weight, including the one balled up fist in his pocket, onto his worn down left boot] You want her?

Q: [places his tough, rugged hand onto his chest, a waft of Downy laundry detergent flings from his t-shirt] Do I want her? She’s not some charity case! I have a family, that’s your problem. Do I want her?

W: [as Quinn is talking through this tough, yet silent question, Will places his softer hands back into his pockets. Shakes off his goodwill and begins to walk away]

Q: [Usually, Quinn would chase after a man. Hunt him down in either defeat or Triumph. He was not a man of letting go.] *Psh* [he mouths, as he throws down his arms. he lets the day fade back into his normal life with his son and his wife]

We still got mad love for each other. You know, it’s three different kinds of love. & if you took a long ride on that emotional roller coaster called love, you’d know how difficult it is to figure out which one is which. Even when you hit the end of the totem pole, and think you know it all...there’s still a hint of confusion left, wavering your understanding. I chose to love all three kinds of ways. Eros, my husband...philos, to my son and to my son’s godfather...and agape, to the world.

Walking around with that guilt of being torn apart from the one you love is a heavy burden to carry. I had to take in a deep breath, and release every bolder that kept me weighed down to hate. I gave it up for my enemies. I gave it up for myself. And at the end of aaaallll that. I got to keep my friend. I got my man back.