fifth floor where our room was. We really needed to get out of the hotel and find somewhere to live. That was something we would sort out soon. I got to the door, pulled out my key card and let myself into the empty hotel room; I pumped my fist into the air that no one was there. I grabbed my guitar and the sheet music I was working on. I was looking forward to writing some music with Esme. Don’t get me wrong, I loved writing and composing with the band, but Esme was a new fresh talent and who knew, she may be able to teach me a few things.
I got back to the bar half an hour later and as I pushed the door open I noticed that it was a lot noisier than when I left. I looked towards the bar and noticed that Esme was pretty busy. I felt a shot of disappointment hit my stomach, but I headed over to the bar just in case she got a few minutes to spare. Just as I sat down on the stool, I felt someone come up behind me and kiss me on the neck; I looked over my shoulder and saw Cindy and Frank. What were they doing together?
“Hi, babe, what are you doing here?” I asked her.
“Um...” She hesitated and I wondered what was going on, she carried on with; “We came to find you; I bumped into Frank outside as I was looking for you.”
I didn’t say anything straight away and she hurried on saying; “What are you doing?”
“Why do you have your guitar, dude? Have you come to work on some new music? Let me see.” Frank said to me.
I grabbed the notebook out of his hand as I didn’t want him to see it, I wanted this to be mine and Esme’s music. “Oh, it’s not ready, just something I need to perfect before we start adding words to it.” Frank just shrugged his shoulders, nodded at me and then left.
I was disappointed that Esme was now fairly busy and that Cindy was here, this wouldn’t be happening today, we would have to find some other time to do it, I just wasn’t sure when.
Esmeralda
I couldn't believe that Jackson caught me writing a song, it was just something I was messing around with, I never thought it would be any good and I certainly never intended on showing anyone.
When Jackson saw it and said he had music that was perfect for it, I was feeling a little nervous and excited. I loved spending time with him, especially when it came to doing something that he loved, my heart was pounding with apprehension when he ran off to get his guitar.
I was disappointed when I saw Cindy and Frank turn up at the bar, I knew that was going to stop any plans that Jackson and I had together - I mean, how was he going to explain that to his girlfriend?
I had to admit, I was excited and giddy when he mentioned working on the song together; I really wanted us to be friends, I saw something special in Jackson when I first met him. I was eager to spend time with him and I suppose I was secretly hoping it would turn into more. If only he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Chapter 13
Esmeralda
As I walked into the living room, I heard my front door opening; I was surprised to see Marcy standing there.
“Hey, you ok? What you doing here?” I asked her, a bit confused as I wasn’t expecting her.
“We are going out.” Is all she said, her hands on her hips in a defiant pose.
“What? Why?”
“Why not?” She said as she shrugged her shoulders, she then followed with; “Just a few drinks at The Archer, come on. You are always working, we want a night out with you.”
“Yeah, ok. Let me get dressed.” I reluctantly gave in. I walked back to my bedroom to find something to wear. She followed me and was looking over my shoulder into my wardrobe.
“Wear this.” She said, holding up my little black dress.
“Really?” I replied questioningly and then took the dress from her and went into the bathroom as I knew there was no point in arguing with her.
“Beautiful.” Marcy smiled as I came back into the bedroom.
“Are you sure this isn’t a bit much?”
Marcy shook her head, then we made our way to
I got back to the bar half an hour later and as I pushed the door open I noticed that it was a lot noisier than when I left. I looked towards the bar and noticed that Esme was pretty busy. I felt a shot of disappointment hit my stomach, but I headed over to the bar just in case she got a few minutes to spare. Just as I sat down on the stool, I felt someone come up behind me and kiss me on the neck; I looked over my shoulder and saw Cindy and Frank. What were they doing together?
“Hi, babe, what are you doing here?” I asked her.
“Um...” She hesitated and I wondered what was going on, she carried on with; “We came to find you; I bumped into Frank outside as I was looking for you.”
I didn’t say anything straight away and she hurried on saying; “What are you doing?”
“Why do you have your guitar, dude? Have you come to work on some new music? Let me see.” Frank said to me.
I grabbed the notebook out of his hand as I didn’t want him to see it, I wanted this to be mine and Esme’s music. “Oh, it’s not ready, just something I need to perfect before we start adding words to it.” Frank just shrugged his shoulders, nodded at me and then left.
I was disappointed that Esme was now fairly busy and that Cindy was here, this wouldn’t be happening today, we would have to find some other time to do it, I just wasn’t sure when.
Esmeralda
I couldn't believe that Jackson caught me writing a song, it was just something I was messing around with, I never thought it would be any good and I certainly never intended on showing anyone.
When Jackson saw it and said he had music that was perfect for it, I was feeling a little nervous and excited. I loved spending time with him, especially when it came to doing something that he loved, my heart was pounding with apprehension when he ran off to get his guitar.
I was disappointed when I saw Cindy and Frank turn up at the bar, I knew that was going to stop any plans that Jackson and I had together - I mean, how was he going to explain that to his girlfriend?
I had to admit, I was excited and giddy when he mentioned working on the song together; I really wanted us to be friends, I saw something special in Jackson when I first met him. I was eager to spend time with him and I suppose I was secretly hoping it would turn into more. If only he didn’t have a girlfriend.
Chapter 13
Esmeralda
As I walked into the living room, I heard my front door opening; I was surprised to see Marcy standing there.
“Hey, you ok? What you doing here?” I asked her, a bit confused as I wasn’t expecting her.
“We are going out.” Is all she said, her hands on her hips in a defiant pose.
“What? Why?”
“Why not?” She said as she shrugged her shoulders, she then followed with; “Just a few drinks at The Archer, come on. You are always working, we want a night out with you.”
“Yeah, ok. Let me get dressed.” I reluctantly gave in. I walked back to my bedroom to find something to wear. She followed me and was looking over my shoulder into my wardrobe.
“Wear this.” She said, holding up my little black dress.
“Really?” I replied questioningly and then took the dress from her and went into the bathroom as I knew there was no point in arguing with her.
“Beautiful.” Marcy smiled as I came back into the bedroom.
“Are you sure this isn’t a bit much?”
Marcy shook her head, then we made our way to
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