worse enemy, I'm sure you feel the same."
"Mmm-hmm," was all she could manage. She tried to clear her throat to speak but couldn't. If she spoke she knew the pain and the memories would flood back and it was all too much for her to bear.
"Think about this, Pixie. I don't know if you like photography, but I'm sure you need a job. At least a better one than you might have. I need an assistant. I live upstairs in that warehouse I shot Lucky at. I bought the building years ago when it was ready to collapse and I made it into my studio. With the way the pipes and everything worked upstairs, its actually two apartments."
"What are you saying?"
"I need an assistant who can learn photography and help me on location and here in the studio. In exchange, I'm offering a small salary plus your own apartment."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. Think about it. You can start after the tour if you'd like. You know how to reach me my little pixie, and I expect to hear from you again soon."
With that he hung up, leaving Jordan shocked over her good fortune. She wanted to jump up and down. When they arrived at his warehouse, she knew exactly who he was. Photography was her love, just like music was Lucky's. Moving to LA would be a huge adjustment, but other than her best friend what did she have to stay in Boston for?
The next morning she woke with her cell phone still in her hand. Ian inspired her to start taking pictures of Lucky and the band on the road, so she charged her SLR's battery while she got ready and then headed down to the restaurant with Lucky for breakfast.
"You must have had the best night's sleep. You look happier than I've seen you in a long time. Good dream?" Lucky asked.
"You wouldn't believe it. I'll have to tell you about it sometime."
Jordan didn't want to tell Lucky about Ian and her moving to LA in the middle of her tour. This was Lucky's time and she didn't want to intrude on it even if she knew Lucky wouldn't see it that way.
As they entered the restaurant, she took in the chrome accents and modern style which was so different than the last hotel they were in. They all seemed to have the same breakfast buffet though and after dropping her stuff at a table, she began making herself a waffle.
Dylan came in and stopped at the host stand and looked around while pushing his long hair back from his face. Wearing a rust t-shirt, jeans and a navy and charcoal scarf, she admired his style again. Suddenly their eyes met and he smiled as he walked over to her. She felt every bit of the anger she always carried with her melt as he kissed her hello.
"Hey, I was looking for you. Did you sleep alright?"
"Yeah, great. Listen, I gotta tell you something you can't tell anyone. I wanted to keep it to myself but if I don't say something I'm going to burst!"
"What is it?"
"Remember Ian Taylor?"
"The ego with a camera?"
"Yeah, him. He asked me to be his assistant!"
"Seriously? How did he know you were into photography?"
"He didn't."
"Then why make the offer to you? Did you tell him you have a boyfriend?"
"Gimme a break, are you jealous? But, I really don't know why he'd call me." She thought for a while and realized she didn't give him anything, he never even asked her name. Looking over at Lucky, she knew if Ian asked about her then Lucky would have told her. "I honestly have no idea why."
"That's odd. But its great. Are you going to do it?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"I guess you're moving to LA then?"
"Yup!"
"You know, sometimes I live in LA." He took her waffle and carried it for her to the table as he held her hand. "I was wondering how I'd see you after the tour was over."
He left her speechless. She grinned at him and stuffed a piece of waffle into her mouth. She liked him so much, but things were moving too fast and he deserved much better than her.
HOTLANTA
Chapter Nine
Jordan
After the long drive from DC to Atlanta, Jordan was happy to see the hotel in the distance. As she stretched her legs,
"Mmm-hmm," was all she could manage. She tried to clear her throat to speak but couldn't. If she spoke she knew the pain and the memories would flood back and it was all too much for her to bear.
"Think about this, Pixie. I don't know if you like photography, but I'm sure you need a job. At least a better one than you might have. I need an assistant. I live upstairs in that warehouse I shot Lucky at. I bought the building years ago when it was ready to collapse and I made it into my studio. With the way the pipes and everything worked upstairs, its actually two apartments."
"What are you saying?"
"I need an assistant who can learn photography and help me on location and here in the studio. In exchange, I'm offering a small salary plus your own apartment."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious. Think about it. You can start after the tour if you'd like. You know how to reach me my little pixie, and I expect to hear from you again soon."
With that he hung up, leaving Jordan shocked over her good fortune. She wanted to jump up and down. When they arrived at his warehouse, she knew exactly who he was. Photography was her love, just like music was Lucky's. Moving to LA would be a huge adjustment, but other than her best friend what did she have to stay in Boston for?
The next morning she woke with her cell phone still in her hand. Ian inspired her to start taking pictures of Lucky and the band on the road, so she charged her SLR's battery while she got ready and then headed down to the restaurant with Lucky for breakfast.
"You must have had the best night's sleep. You look happier than I've seen you in a long time. Good dream?" Lucky asked.
"You wouldn't believe it. I'll have to tell you about it sometime."
Jordan didn't want to tell Lucky about Ian and her moving to LA in the middle of her tour. This was Lucky's time and she didn't want to intrude on it even if she knew Lucky wouldn't see it that way.
As they entered the restaurant, she took in the chrome accents and modern style which was so different than the last hotel they were in. They all seemed to have the same breakfast buffet though and after dropping her stuff at a table, she began making herself a waffle.
Dylan came in and stopped at the host stand and looked around while pushing his long hair back from his face. Wearing a rust t-shirt, jeans and a navy and charcoal scarf, she admired his style again. Suddenly their eyes met and he smiled as he walked over to her. She felt every bit of the anger she always carried with her melt as he kissed her hello.
"Hey, I was looking for you. Did you sleep alright?"
"Yeah, great. Listen, I gotta tell you something you can't tell anyone. I wanted to keep it to myself but if I don't say something I'm going to burst!"
"What is it?"
"Remember Ian Taylor?"
"The ego with a camera?"
"Yeah, him. He asked me to be his assistant!"
"Seriously? How did he know you were into photography?"
"He didn't."
"Then why make the offer to you? Did you tell him you have a boyfriend?"
"Gimme a break, are you jealous? But, I really don't know why he'd call me." She thought for a while and realized she didn't give him anything, he never even asked her name. Looking over at Lucky, she knew if Ian asked about her then Lucky would have told her. "I honestly have no idea why."
"That's odd. But its great. Are you going to do it?"
"Yeah, definitely."
"I guess you're moving to LA then?"
"Yup!"
"You know, sometimes I live in LA." He took her waffle and carried it for her to the table as he held her hand. "I was wondering how I'd see you after the tour was over."
He left her speechless. She grinned at him and stuffed a piece of waffle into her mouth. She liked him so much, but things were moving too fast and he deserved much better than her.
HOTLANTA
Chapter Nine
Jordan
After the long drive from DC to Atlanta, Jordan was happy to see the hotel in the distance. As she stretched her legs,
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