It was a
week since Cassy and Dan had broken up, in the past when a woman walked through
his life it was hard for him to cope, but he didn’t feel the need. They only
dated for a few months and even though he liked being around her there was
always something, or someone to keep his mind off of their relationship. Dan
looked around the subway as he rode it to Manhattan for school. He had already
finished his four years of college but had started taking evening classes to
improve his skill level in film. He also was working at the New York Times as a
band review columnist, he liked the job but what really excited him most was
working with film under his boss Mr. Peterson, who was a slowly rising
director.
Dan had gotten a job working for him as a
screenplay writer and on the story board team; he had seen Dan’s independent
work and wanted him to work with him, besides money Dan was also learning the
tricks that Mr. Peterson had to offer him. Dan liked Mr. Peterson, he had a
very father like essence about him and maybe it was his salt and pepper hair or
his loud voice, or maybe it was his the way he called Dan ‘Danny Boy’ he just
felt comfortable with him. Mr. Peterson always thought of Dan as a son, during
the gulf war Mr. Peterson lost his only son Frank and his daughter Talia never
bothered to call him after she married out of high school. But Mr. Peterson
thought Dan had a creative spark that few had.
Dan started looking around the subway,
which he always did to pass the time, he looked from the rich Manhattan folk to
the young school folk like himself, he also looked at the ones who just road
the subway to ride it. He heard a vibration in his bag and looked at his phone:
‘Guess Who!’ is all it said. Dan
looked around hoping some sense could come into his mind as he looked out the
windows into the cold tunnels of the station.
The subway train arrived at the station
and Dan quickly got out to avoid the confused tourists and old who liked to
take as slow as possible to get out of the station; taking in as many sights as
possible at 1 mile per hour walking speeds. He moved up the stairs and into the
city, which was crowded with people, as usual. He made his way to the college
after stopping by to get a pizza slice and started heading towards the brick
school. The banner said ‘NEW YORK FILM ACADAMY’ and even though he had read it
a hundred and one times he continued to read it.
He walked into the chilly night after the
class had ended and started making his way towards the subway tunnel. He went
down and started hearing a man play guitar while a woman hit two trashcan lids
together, Dan enjoyed the sound and wished it had been both warmer and not as
late as he hoped; he boarded the subway. The ride home always seemed to go by
like a second, a few people would go by and he would just sit and listen to his
ipod. This time he was listening to ‘The White Stripes’ and he moved his foot
to the beat of the kick drum. He closed his eyes and although he wasn’t
sleeping he was taking in every element he could hear.
He walked up to his apartment complex in
west Brooklyn and noticed a girl sitting on the steps to the door; she had a
grey coat on with a hood and all he could make out was her black hair, she had
converse with band names written on them and had her jeans rolled up. Dan
wanted to ignore her but for some reason something seemed just so familiar
about her, he tried to see under her hood without making her insulted or
creeped out. As he ignored his feeling and punched in the code to his apartment
he felt arms around him as he opened the door.
“’I am going to New York!’ He
said this to me in high school, and of the people who actually went to their
destination YOU did it!”
“Laurie! Oh my god how the hell,
I, WHAT ARE YOU, oh my god never mind come in!” Dan burst out with glee and
amazement. Her name was Laurie; she had gone to the same high school as him and
switched before his junior year but kept a great relationship despite the
distance.
“Well I missed you” Laurie said
as she looked up as him with her eyes wide, even though her black hair covered
most of them. “I thought why not take a
vacation to visit my buddy!”
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