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Okay it's finally finished!!! I hope you all like my children's book and let me know what you think about it! I had a really cool powerpoint presentation of it, that had audio of me reading the book, but sadly :( the site doesn't take that file format. So, I'm going to have to add it image by image.
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1. Who are you and what do you do?
My real name is Whitney Jones. I am a full time college student majoring in Biology and am also a part time tutor for a non-profit foundation here in KC. I tutor high school students in math and science! I also love to dance, sing, draw and write.

2. What's the origin of your artist name?
Everyone knows the little ditty that goes, “Whatever Lola wants, (Lola) Lola gets...” Well whatever I want I get, because I won’t stop until I’ve accomplished the things that I hunger for the most. Life wouldn’t be as fun or fulfilling without a good battle or challenge. So, that’s where the “lola” comes from “bea” is my middle name and 23 because I’ll be 23 this Jan. 31st!

3. What has been your biggest challenge with your art so far?
One word...PROCRASTINATION!!!

4. Who or what is your biggest influence?
God and music.

5. What is your wildest story?

It involved St. Louis, some heavy drinking at a house party, and almost missing the train back home...

6. What is the last book you read?
Maya Angelou’s “Letter To My Daughter”


7. If you could be any character in fiction, who would you be?
Batwoman!

8. What couldn’t you live without?
Music! I think I live with head phones on, LOL!
9. What is your secret talent?
I don’t think that I have any “secret” talents, I’m pretty sure all of my talents have been exposed.


10. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?
Ohhh man... my dreams are like movies! The last one I remember was I was a spy in a hotel and I was trying to find the murderer while staying undercover, but my cover had just been blown so I ended up running trying to break out of the hotel, but I couldn’t find the freakin’ exit! I woke up before I got shot.

11. What are you craving right now?
Adventure...something new!


12. What was the last song you fell in love with?

Adele – “Rolling In the Deep”

13. Can you hula hoop?
HELLZZZZ.....no. Bahahahaha XD!


14. What do you like?
Wooo, I like a lot of things, okay I have to say the thing that I like the most is cooking! I love, love, love, to cook! I think it’s because cooking allows me to combine my love of science and art all together into one!


15. What do you dislike?
I dislike with a passion rude, selfish, people who are always trying to bring others down.


16. What’s the best piece of advice you’ve been given?
Never give up. Never give in. Always believe.


17. How and why did you start RECording?
Somehow some way I stumbled onto hitRECord when I started following Joe on Twitter. He had posted one of the tiny stories and I clicked on it, just curious to see what it was, and anyways it was the one with the little dandelion and it was so damn cute, LOL! I just had to find out more about the tiny stories and find out what the hell hitRECord was, so I went to the site and I didn’t sign up the first time, I just watched some of the vids and posts that were up on the front page and I loved it! So anyways, I still hadn’t signed up to the site, because I figured I had nothing to contribute, but I kept checking out the posts and things that Joe would feature on his twit page and I finally was like, okay, I have to be a part of this. So I finally joined and the first thing I did was post a song that I wrote. I love to sing, but I don’t play an instrument, so I figured I could write a song and have someone add some instrumentals to it. The song is actually the first song I’ve ever wrote and I was pretty proud of it, even though it’s probably pretty amateurish, but I was proud that I finally wrote a complete song, so I posted it. After that I was hooked, finally an outlet for my hobby, for one of my passions, for my art. I love to write short stories and draw and when I have free time I just let my mind flow and I start to create, but most of the time all of my ideas just get tossed into an old shoe box or collect dust on my book shelf and I show them to family members and friends but that’s about it, but hit RECord now allows me to share my art with so many more people and allows me to connect with others who have similar passions and interests. So, I don’t know about you, but I’ll be hitting RECord until the day I die ;).

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Haha! I loved this, here's a little art to go with it!
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Dangerously close to the edge I stand


 The salty tears that I have cried, burn and sting as they linger at the corners of my eyes.


Breathless, the body can no longer withstand this pain


The soul is lost and the spirit once a roaring fire is now nothing but a flickering flame.


Tormented by injustice


Searching for mercy and truth.


I just want to STOP!... And  let the pain end.


There’s no more beauty left in the things that I see


 My eyes are shut.


I’ve stop listening.


Nothing but the deafening sound of my pain surrounds me


I am engulfed in my own madness.


Nothing tastes the same in this day


I’ve lost  the will to breathe and then… you come to me.


So far away I’ve put myself and I lied and said I didn’t need anyone’s help, but still…you came to me.


And now you stand there and I pretend I don’t feel you watching me for all I want is for you to leave,


But yet… you know this, and still stay and lay down beside me.


But my anger flows from me like a shield around me as I move away from you.


You stay, and move closer.


Broken and defeated I cry again you wipe away my tears and clean their salty tracks with a kiss.


Your love frees me.


Your love sees me.


I am LOVED. 


Far from the edge I stand.


A new day has began.


This poem is about the times where we get really down and depressed. We feel like our world is crumbling around us and we start to give up on everything and we start to shut everyone out. We're angry, sad, and confused all at the same time and how even the smallest act of kindness, of love, can give us a new hope.

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This story to me perfectly resembles what happens here at hitRECord! It is well known around the world and has a great potential to be played around with! The following summary of the story is from wikipedia (LOL!) and I added this just because to me, it just pretty much sounds exactly like what we do here on the site:
"The travellers fill the pot with water, drop a large stone in it, and place it over a fire in the village square. One of the villagers becomes curious and asks what they are doing. The travellers answer that they are making "stone soup", which tastes wonderful, although it still needs a little bit of garnish to improve the flavor, which they are missing. The villager does not mind parting with just a little bit of carrot to help them out, so it gets added to the soup. Another villager walks by, inquiring about the pot, and the travellers again mention their stone soup which has not reached its full potential yet. The villager hands them a little bit of seasoning to help them out. More and more villagers walk by, each adding another ingredient. Finally, a delicious and nourishing pot of soup is enjoyed by all."
We all trade off the role of being the travelers and the villagers when we work together on the site, the "traveler drops the stone in the pot" (creates the collaboration) and we "villagers" come along and if we are interested and excited by what we find, then we add our own ingredients to the pot! The best part of that summary that made me put it on here was when they said, "Another villager walks by, inquiring about the pot, and the travellers again mention their stone soup which has not reached its full potential yet." When an artist puts their work on the site, it's because it has yet to "reach its full potential" and we all come along and add and add and keep adding to the artwork to create something that goes beyond what the artist started with and a lot of the time beyond what they even imagined what it could have been created for and that is why I think this story is perfect for this collab!

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This is just an idea that's been playing through my head for a while and I just had to get it out. It's not even close to being done, yet, but I just thought I would share it and see what you all think about it. It's kind of a romantic comedy about a guy who goes through some tough times and has to relocate and start all over again with his daughter and he meets this women who happens to also be his boss. She takes him on "the ride of his life" and she gets him to loosen up and enjoy life again, while he helps her trust in love again.





GET ON THE BUS GUS


“Dad, where’s my back pack?” “Alyssa, I don’t know honey,
but hurry up and find it, we both need to be out of here in five minutes.”Ethan
Manlin was a single dad, living in small town Kansas City, Missouri. He and his
seven year old daughter had just relocated from the “Big Apple”, New York City.
Ethan worked in New York at a very popular medical research laboratory, Lanfine.
He was one of the head directors of his department and was becoming a
well-known name around the city, just as Ethan thought that his life was
beginning to reach its climax, he ended up crashing straight down onto his
face. His wife, of 10 years, Madison, had been cheating on Ethan with her
partner from her law firm, Jason Hawkins. About a month ago, Ethan caught them
in bed together and when he told her to choose, she chose Jason. When Ethan
thought it couldn’t get any worse, his team at Lanfine decided to vote against
his research ideas for the cancer project and decided to push him out
completely. They all decided to follow Dr. Mark Stilen, Ethan’s ex partner and
friend. After going through a nasty custody battle with his wife for his
daughter Alyssa and losing out on the house and his job and being relocated to
a shit hole small redneck town, Ethan’s patience had dwindled down to just
about nothing and he didn’t give a shit about back packs and whether or not
they could be found. “DAD!! I CAN”T FIND IT!!!! “ALYSAAAA!, yelled Ethan. “JUST
GET TO THE CAR!” Before he could even stop himself, the words had already so
foolishly and angrily spilled from his mouth and the look of pure terror and
sadness that filled up in his baby girl’s eyes, made him feel like an even
bigger piece of shit. “I wish I was with mommy.”, trembled Alyssa’s tiny little
voice through the tears that she tried so badly to hold back, as she grabbed
her pink  Hannah Montana lunch box from
the kitchen counter of their downtown apartment and began to walk towards the
door. Ethan stood corrected, that just made him feel like an EVEN bigger piece
of shit. “Aly, sweetie, wait”.  As Ethan
went after her, he noticed a red Hannah Montana back pack sticking out from
underneath his black leather couch. He quickly grabbed it and headed for the
car. Alyssa already sat in the passenger seat of the gray SUV, her tiny little
arms crossed, staring forward, with tears flowing down her freckled cheeks.
Ethan walked over to the driver’s side; she looked so much like Madison. Her fire
red hair, in the long tight spirals that flowed down her little back. Her
bright green eyes and the red freckles speckled across her cheeks, neck and
arms, a complete replica of Madison. Ethan settled into the driver’s seat and
sat Alyssa’s back pack down by her feet. “I found it sweetie. It was underneath
the couch.” Alyssa didn’t even flinch. She just stayed staring straight ahead,
tears still flowing. “I’m so sorry baby, for yelling at you like that. Daddy
didn’t mean it. I’m just frustrated it’s our first real day in our new home and
it’s going to be my first day at work and I’m nervous. I want everything to be
perfect. I want to show you that I can be a good dad on my own. I know that’s
not a good enough excuse, but I promise you I will never lose my temper like
that at you EVER again. Can you forgive me for being so stupid? First a little
sniffle and then she reached her little arm up to wipe her nose and then Alyssa
looked straight at her father, “I forgive you daddy.” “Oh baby girl, said Ethan,
I’m so sorry. He hugged Alyssa real close, then pulled some tissues out of the
glove compartment and wiped her face and helped her blow her nose. “Are you
okay?” he asked. “Yeah I’m okay daddy, said Alyssa as she smiled up at her
father. All Ethan could think was how lucky he was to have such a wonderful
child who could so easily forgive such a huge dick.




After the morning chaos, Ethan dropped Madison off at Marlborough Elementary for her
first day of second grade in their new home town. He was now headed to his “first
day at school” he had managed to head a new position with a team here in Kansas
City at Maltronics Cancer Research Center. His best friend Mark had left New
York 6 years ago to go work with Maltronics and had been telling Ethan, ever
since, how amazing it was to work there. Mark had said that it was one of the
best decisions of his life. When Ethan had told Mark about all the things that
had happened to him, the divorce, the job loss, duel betrayal. Mark came
through and told Ethan that the CEO and head director of Maltronics was looking
for a new team, to work on some serious breakthrough research projects. Ethan
jumped at the opportunity, knowing that he quickly needed a job and a place for
him and Alyssa to live. He just wasn’t so sure he would be able to make it in
such a small town, having become accustomed to the big city life. “You’ll love
it here man, Mark had told him. “It’s the best of both worlds you get the nice
small town, laid back feel and you get a bit of the big city life style wrapped
all into one. It’s going to be a great place for you and Aly to restart and we
can hang out again, just like old times.” So far, Marks words had seemed like  just the kind of thing that you tell people
when they’re in a bad place and you try to make them feel better, because they
really don’t have a choice and the decision has already pretty much been made
for them. It’s either take the job or stay in New York and wonder around for
months on end trying to find a job and figuring out how to provide for himself
and his daughter. Plus, the judge would have never allowed Ethan to have
custody if he didn’t have a steady job. As all these things played in his head
and Ethan drove down the quietly busy morning streets of Kansas City and pulled
into the underground parking garage of Maltronics, Ethan’s stomach began to
turn flips and he couldn’t tell if it was nerves or the fact that he didn’t
have his breakfast and morning coffee. He decided to go with both. The campus
of the facility was amazing, to Ethan’s surprise. A huge beautiful stucco
building, painted a light tan colored stood in the middle of the city. The
grounds were extremely well kept, flowers and fountains everywhere. It was
slightly like walking through an oasis. A silver arch was placed in the front
of the building and Ethan looked up to notice that words were engraved into it,
The word impossible is only spoken by
those who have no vision.”
As he walked underneath the arch, through the
large glass double doors with their gold plated handles that looked like DNA
double helices. He tried to figure out where that quote on the arch had come
from. “Excuse me sir but I’m going to need to see some I.D.” Ethan’s thoughts
were broken by the voice of the large muscular black security guard who now
stood very closely to Ethan. Ethan was a pretty muscular guy himself, 6’2”,
white male, black hair, bright blue eyes, in very good shape, six pack and all.
He weighed in at about 190 pounds, but this security guard had to be about 6’6”
and about 220 pounds. This guy was huge and extremely intimidating. “Uh, yeah,
I.D., sure said Ethan, as he nervously cleared his throat. He began to reach
into his pocket to pull out his wallet, until he realized that it was sitting
at home on the kitchen counter still. “SHIT!” “Excuse me, asked the security
guard, who was now extremely annoyed with Ethan. “Sir, I’m going to need to see
some I.D. right now.” “Look, began Ethan, I can’t show you my – “Ethan! Ethan
Manlin!” Ethan was so relieved to see his friend Mark, making his way towards
him. “Dr. Hawkins, you know this guy?” question the security guard. “Oh yeah
Jamal, this is the new doctor that I was telling you about that was going to be
joining Dr. Johnson’s team!” “Oh, okay, come on in sir.” “Thanks, thanks, said
Ethan nervously as he slid past the giant security guard. “Come here man, give
me some love, said Mark as he hugged Ethan. “Man it’s been about seven years
since I’ve seen you! How you making it?” “As best as I can, replied Ethan. “Yeah
I understand man. Well, not really but, you know what I mean.” “Yeah, yeah I
know and I’m so grateful to you Mark for helping me land this job and finding that
great condo for Alyssa and I to live in. I mean it man I don’t know what I
would have done with out your help.” “Don’t even sweat it man, that’s what
friends are for. So how’s little Aly doing anyway? “She’s pretty good,
considering, beening shoved into a new home with just her dad who isn’t doing
such a great job of being a dad right now.” “Oh, come on man, you’re a great
dad. And considering everything that has happened to you, you are doing a damn
good job, trying to get yourself and your little girl back into some normalcy.”
“Yeah, yeah”, agreed Ethan. The conversation had just took a turn into
depressing and so to change the subject, Ethan brought up the arch outside the
building. “Hey, uh that silver arch outside, in front, it has a quote on there.”
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” quickly answered Mark, glad that the conversation was
changing. “Where’s that quote from,” asked Ethan. “Oh, well it’s not from a
book or a movie or anything like that man, but it’s from Dr. Johnson, a direct
quote. “Really?” “Yeah, kind of the motto of the place.” “So when do I meet my
new boss anyways?” “Hell , right now.” At that Mark and Ethan stopped in front
of a large wood door that looked like something you would see at the entrance
of a castle. The door was a dark mahogany and had the same gold double helix
door handles as the door to the entrance of the building and to the side of the
doors was a sign, that read “Dr. Whitney Johnson, M.D. CEO and acting Head
Director, Meltronics Inc.” “Wow, the architecture of this place is something
else. “It all was designed completely by Dr. Johnson” explained Mark. Mark
knocked on the door of the office and they both waited with no answer. “Hey
Mark!, came a voice from down the long marbled hallway. “Hey! Tracy! How ya
feeling?” “I’m great! You looking for Dr. J? “Yeah, we knocked on the door but
no answer.” “Hmmm, try the blood lab.” “Ok! Will do, thanks. By the way, meet
the newest member of the team and my best friend Ethan Manlin.” “It’s nice to
meet you Ethan. I’m Dr. Tracy Barber.” “It’s very nice to meet you too Tracy.”
And Ethan meant it. Tracy was gorgeous, tall, skinny, long brown hair, dark
brown eyes, full set of lips and a full pair of breast too. She was the fantasy
girl that every man drooled over in magazines, except she was standing there
right in front of Ethan, in 3D, no cheap ass plastic blue and red lensed
glasses necessary.  

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While the others tried to fit in, he released his light, his true "him".
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I loved AliceAlice's idea and thought I would play around with the words a little bit:

I'm telling you now that I cannot get out of bed. These worthless thoughts play in my head. Only one thing reminds me of peace. I go out and look at the sky, I just look at the sky and remember I'm free.
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I loved the idea and the drawing was so cute how about this instead for the text:

You stole my heart and left the evidence behind.
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It's the sweetest 3 minutes of bliss, when you start that track
and I crack my back and flail my arms and twist my hips, and I won"t stop until the music ends.
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