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Frankie thought it was her imagination but she could have sworn she had just heard someone playing the piano. Pushing herself against the wall between booth three and four she heard it again but th...
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Frankie was so glad she let Patrick give her a ride to work. The car was so warm she almost fell asleep in the passenger seat. She smiled sleepily and snuggled down into her hoodie.
‘Hey…’ Patrick said quietly, glancing over at her, ‘Don’t go to sleep’
‘ ‘m not sleeping..’ She mumbled with her eyes closed.
Patrick shook his head. He wasn’t thinking how cute she looked right then. He wasn’t thinking about him holding her as she slept. Nope, he was concentrating on driving. Well, he was trying to concentrate on driving. Okay, so he was pre-occupied thinking all of those wonderful things.
‘Hey…’ Patrick called and her eyes opened slowly, ‘Put a CD in… They’re in the glove compartment.’
She nodded and yawned. Leaning out and reaching for the CD case, she shut the glove compartment and flicked through his music collection. For a moment her eyes went wide and a small squeak was emitted from the back of her throat. Patrick’s eyes were fixed on the road. She pulled one CD out and put it in the player before Patrick had a chance to see what she had chosen. Flipping to track 7 she leaned back and smiled widely. Patrick smirked gleefully as the car was flooded by the amazing sound of Prince.
‘You like Prince?’ He asked, flipping between eyes on the road to eyes on her
‘Of course!’ Frankie squealed, ‘The guy’s a genius!’
‘Awesome’ He heaved a sigh.
They pulled into the private studio parking lot.
‘I’ve never been here before.’ She stated, looking out the window
‘But.. you work here’ He answered, confused
She punched him gently in the arm for his stupidity.
‘No, I mean this parking lot’ She laughed, ‘I always have to use the one out front’
They left the car and walked through the private entrance at the back of the studio. Patrick said his goodbye and headed towards the sound booths as she went upstairs. Her boss was already waiting for her at the top.
‘You’re late..’ He huffed at her, holding a broom in his hand and shoving it towards her.
‘You’re ugly…’ She thought to herself, snatching the broom and sneering,’ I don’t shout at you for that’
‘Clean booth four…’ He commanded, ‘Colette called in sick so you’ll have to do it today’
She agreed but clearly wasn’t happy. She flipped him off as soon as his back was turned. She hated her job but she really needed the money so she grinned and bared it regardless. Stomping her way down the steps she frowned deeply and dragged the broom behind her. Reaching the door to both four she groaned. It was the biggest booth they had and she was half hoping it would be the one Patrick was using but unfortunately it was empty. Cursing under her breath she threw the broom into the booth and followed then herself. She sat down on the floor and closed her eyes.
‘I hate my job’ She repeated over and over until the words no longer made any sense.
Patrick was having a miserable time. Pete had sent him some lyrics, half on pieces of scrap paper and some in text messages that Patrick had to decipher. He sighed.
‘How cruel is the golden rule?’ Patrick read from the sheet he wrote on, ‘When the lives we live are only golden plated.’
He thought of Frankie and wished she was there to fill his head full of wonderful things just by smiling in the way she always did. Suddenly, a melody hit him full on in the face. The tune floated gracefully and the words attached themselves between the lines. He jumped to his feet with his mouth wide open, shocked by the sudden rush. He threw himself onto the piano stool and closed his eyes.
Frankie thought it was her imagination but she could have sworn she had just heard someone playing the piano. Pushing herself against the wall between booth three and four she heard it again but this time there was singing to follow.
‘How cruel...Is the golden rule’ An angelic voice that she knew so well, ‘When the lives we live are only golden plated. And I knew that the lights of the city was too heavy for me’
Frankie launched herself from her comfortable position on the floor and scrambled out of her booth, straight to the window of the one next door. Patrick was sat by the piano, eyes closed, deep in concentration, she couldn’t interrupt him. He looked so in the moment, she wouldn’t have the heart to interrupt magic in the making.
‘And though I carry karats for everyone to see’ He sang, fingers moving effortlessly over the keys.
Then he stopped singing, colliding with the wall of writers block. He continued with the tune as he fell into deep thought. Feeling the buzz that he generated a sentences popped into Frankie’s head. She had to get them out before her head exploded. Taking a deep breath, waiting for the correct timing the words seem to flow so easily.
‘And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies and all the lovers with no time for me and all of the mothers raised their babies to stay away from me’
She opened her eyes to see that Patrick had turned to look at her. She blushed furiously and left before he could shout at her for interrupting. Going back to booth four, she picked up the broom and started sweeping as earlier instructed. She heard the door swing open but she didn’t look up.
Patrick was in complete awe. Her beautiful words. Her beautiful voice. Her. Beautiful. So many things he wanted to say to her after that but he realized that words could never do justice to the feelings that swelled in his heart and lungs. He knew what he had to do. He followed her when she walked away and into the booth next door. Hanging above her like a shadow he put his hand on her face to get her to look at him. Their eyes melded. Slowly, Patrick placed his lips against hers hoping to god that she didn’t pull back in disgust.
‘Hey…’ Patrick said quietly, glancing over at her, ‘Don’t go to sleep’
‘ ‘m not sleeping..’ She mumbled with her eyes closed.
Patrick shook his head. He wasn’t thinking how cute she looked right then. He wasn’t thinking about him holding her as she slept. Nope, he was concentrating on driving. Well, he was trying to concentrate on driving. Okay, so he was pre-occupied thinking all of those wonderful things.
‘Hey…’ Patrick called and her eyes opened slowly, ‘Put a CD in… They’re in the glove compartment.’
She nodded and yawned. Leaning out and reaching for the CD case, she shut the glove compartment and flicked through his music collection. For a moment her eyes went wide and a small squeak was emitted from the back of her throat. Patrick’s eyes were fixed on the road. She pulled one CD out and put it in the player before Patrick had a chance to see what she had chosen. Flipping to track 7 she leaned back and smiled widely. Patrick smirked gleefully as the car was flooded by the amazing sound of Prince.
‘You like Prince?’ He asked, flipping between eyes on the road to eyes on her
‘Of course!’ Frankie squealed, ‘The guy’s a genius!’
‘Awesome’ He heaved a sigh.
They pulled into the private studio parking lot.
‘I’ve never been here before.’ She stated, looking out the window
‘But.. you work here’ He answered, confused
She punched him gently in the arm for his stupidity.
‘No, I mean this parking lot’ She laughed, ‘I always have to use the one out front’
They left the car and walked through the private entrance at the back of the studio. Patrick said his goodbye and headed towards the sound booths as she went upstairs. Her boss was already waiting for her at the top.
‘You’re late..’ He huffed at her, holding a broom in his hand and shoving it towards her.
‘You’re ugly…’ She thought to herself, snatching the broom and sneering,’ I don’t shout at you for that’
‘Clean booth four…’ He commanded, ‘Colette called in sick so you’ll have to do it today’
She agreed but clearly wasn’t happy. She flipped him off as soon as his back was turned. She hated her job but she really needed the money so she grinned and bared it regardless. Stomping her way down the steps she frowned deeply and dragged the broom behind her. Reaching the door to both four she groaned. It was the biggest booth they had and she was half hoping it would be the one Patrick was using but unfortunately it was empty. Cursing under her breath she threw the broom into the booth and followed then herself. She sat down on the floor and closed her eyes.
‘I hate my job’ She repeated over and over until the words no longer made any sense.
Patrick was having a miserable time. Pete had sent him some lyrics, half on pieces of scrap paper and some in text messages that Patrick had to decipher. He sighed.
‘How cruel is the golden rule?’ Patrick read from the sheet he wrote on, ‘When the lives we live are only golden plated.’
He thought of Frankie and wished she was there to fill his head full of wonderful things just by smiling in the way she always did. Suddenly, a melody hit him full on in the face. The tune floated gracefully and the words attached themselves between the lines. He jumped to his feet with his mouth wide open, shocked by the sudden rush. He threw himself onto the piano stool and closed his eyes.
Frankie thought it was her imagination but she could have sworn she had just heard someone playing the piano. Pushing herself against the wall between booth three and four she heard it again but this time there was singing to follow.
‘How cruel...Is the golden rule’ An angelic voice that she knew so well, ‘When the lives we live are only golden plated. And I knew that the lights of the city was too heavy for me’
Frankie launched herself from her comfortable position on the floor and scrambled out of her booth, straight to the window of the one next door. Patrick was sat by the piano, eyes closed, deep in concentration, she couldn’t interrupt him. He looked so in the moment, she wouldn’t have the heart to interrupt magic in the making.
‘And though I carry karats for everyone to see’ He sang, fingers moving effortlessly over the keys.
Then he stopped singing, colliding with the wall of writers block. He continued with the tune as he fell into deep thought. Feeling the buzz that he generated a sentences popped into Frankie’s head. She had to get them out before her head exploded. Taking a deep breath, waiting for the correct timing the words seem to flow so easily.
‘And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies and all the lovers with no time for me and all of the mothers raised their babies to stay away from me’
She opened her eyes to see that Patrick had turned to look at her. She blushed furiously and left before he could shout at her for interrupting. Going back to booth four, she picked up the broom and started sweeping as earlier instructed. She heard the door swing open but she didn’t look up.
Patrick was in complete awe. Her beautiful words. Her beautiful voice. Her. Beautiful. So many things he wanted to say to her after that but he realized that words could never do justice to the feelings that swelled in his heart and lungs. He knew what he had to do. He followed her when she walked away and into the booth next door. Hanging above her like a shadow he put his hand on her face to get her to look at him. Their eyes melded. Slowly, Patrick placed his lips against hers hoping to god that she didn’t pull back in disgust.
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