//------------------------------// // Chapter 5 // Story: A Faithful Night of Music // by ColeTrain4EVER //------------------------------// As I drove down the block to the address, my nerves had finally caught up with my brain. (Or some of it, at least) I now knew the impact my actions tonight could impact me for the rest of my life. On the other hand, a nobody staying a nobody isn’t that unusual. Or somebody who has something to their name, bad or good, can grab people’s attention. So if I screw up, and everyone knows, I could become a name and people would recognize me. Sure for bad reasons, but recognition is a good first step. Maybe I could- *HONK!!!* “Jesus!” I swerved out of the way of a oncoming car has I must have drifted into a oncoming lane. “Maybe I should think about the pros's and con’s of failure later...........when I’m parked.” --------- I pulled up to the address, a condo building with emulated with that “You can’t afford me” look. It was an amazing looking building. Just the outside made me green with envy. The windows glistened shiny and clear, the doorman was polite, and the rugs were bright red and clean. As I entered the lobby, I felt out of place. I mean, I looked liked I belonged, wearing a White button up shirt and jeans with a black belt. But I felt out of place mentally. Why was I given this chance? I looked around, the people weren't posh uptight jerks, but they still were higher up then you and you still felt uncomfortable. My thoughts raced through my head as I approached the receptionist. “Can I help you?” her question snapped me out of my trance as I tried to find the right words. “Um yes,” I stuttered out; “I’m looking for a Miss Octavia. Does she live here?” “She does, fifth floor. Room 503.” “Thanks.” I walked away and tried to find the elevator. As I looked, I stumbled across a lounge type area. Most likely for the residence to come and socialize. It had a bar, a couple of couches, a piano, and a fireplace for effect. It did add a certain something to the room. I finally found the elevator and pressed the call button. As I waited, More thoughts rushed into my head. I thought “What if I don’t make a good impression?” I didn’t want to look like an idiot. One girl is high class, smart, and beautiful. The other is wild, talented, and stunning. I mean, what if- *Ding!* “Going up, sir?” asked the elevator attendant. “Yeah, fifth floor.” I stated The doors closed, and I looked at the attendant. “This place needs a elevator attendant?” I asked “Hey, if it pays I really don’t care. Know what I mean?” He laughed and I joined him “You going up to meet somebody?” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied; “I’m meeting Octavia and Vinyl. Know th-” The elevator came to a halt as the attendant pressed the fire button. “Octavia?” he asked. “.......um yeah. W-why?” “Well,” he started; “Octavia’s so reserved I find it hard your going out with her. Vinyl I can understand, but Octavia usually only goes out for business and you don’t look like a Business associate.” “Whoa pal. This isn’t even a date. It’s a get to know sort of thing.” I tried to keep the worry out of my voice He looked at me straight in the eyes and let go of the button. we continued upwards. We got to the fifth floor and I stepped off and looked back. “If I hear you hurt her, I will find you. I will find out. Because when you control the elevator, you hear everything.” The door closed and I walked down the hallway, shivering down my spine. I walked down the hall looking at the doors. “505, 506, 50-.” It was then I realized I was going the wrong way and I tried to correct myself with trying to keep some humility. And there I stood. Outside room 503, wondering what to do next. I mean, I know I should have knocked. But the nerves in my hand wouldn’t let me lift my arm. I was just about to give up, when the door opened and there stood Octavia. Leaving me at a loss for words. There she stood in a one piece black sheath dress, with her hair down, and those eyes looking back at me. I couldn’t speak, only stare. “Um......Hi” she blushed as she broke me out of my trance. “Um, Good evening madam.” I spurted out. She laughed. “There’s no need to be so formal. It’s just Octavia.” I heard someone behind her approaching “Come on Tavi,” Vinyl remarked; “You're scaring him.” Vinyl was wearing a blue spaghetti dress and jeans with a black music note stitched into each side. Her eyes were out for display again for the world to see, though that may have been a bad thing since I bet alot of guys would be starring at her eyes more than their girlfriends or the road. I was at a loss for words, they both looked, for a lack of term, stunning. I must have been dazed for at least 6 seconds, but it felt like hours. When I came to I was already in their apartment "We have sometime,” Vinyl said; "Let's show you around." “Vinyl!” Octavia shouted; “We really don’t have the time!” “Don’t worry,” Vinyl reassured her; “I can get us in the restaurant no problem if we need to. “Bu-We should......fine.” Octavia finally gave in. “Alright! Let me show you around.” The main area of the apartment was very spacious and had a bar off in the corner. There were two sets of couches opposite from each other and a TV against the wall with stacks upon stacks of DVDs, Cds, and what seemed to be books mixed in with magazines. Another thing that caught my attention was what was in the other corner. “Is that a piano?” I asked “Yep. Octavia insisted we get it. Made the place seem more classy.” “As long as people don’t go in your room, that's what they think.” Octavia snapped. “Can you play?” I asked her. “Yes Actually. I can play a wide variety of instruments.” Octavia said proudly “Yeah,” Vinyl snorted; “All the boring ones.” “If by boring, you mean accepted by a respected clientele, then yes.” Octavia replied. “If you think those snobs are-” As those two got into it, I decided to look around more of the Main room. I didn’t think it would be right for me to just walk around the house. As I looked around, something else caught my eye. It was a painting near the piano. It was an oil painting of lower Manhattan, during sunset. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something about this really intrigued me. It was my intrigue in the painting that made me not realize they had stopped fighting. “Oh, you like?” Octavia asked; “It's a rare piece, I’m glad someone appreciates it.” She looked at Vinyl with anger in her eyes. “Yeah well.......maybe we should get going.” Vinyl tried to wiggle her way out of this. “I agree, we don’t want to be late.” I tried to help her out. “Fine, lets go.” Octavia led me to the door and she locked it behind her. I think she also typed in a code so she must have a security system. Makes sense, a locked door doesn't protect you in New York anymore. Author's Notes: This is all I have as of April 26, 2012. I am going to do more, but I want some feedback besides my pre-readers. So let me know what you think.