from Australia to San Diego were way too long, around fifteen hours.
I had to stop myself from thinking about it, I had a job to attend here and Teo would be home when it was time to go. Remember the plans, Ophelia.
I climbed into my car and drove myself to work. I was getting used to driving here, but it was quite different than America. The radio was on and I was singing along. I felt good today, my heart was light and Teo’s call made it all better. God, I loved him. I smiled.
I parked my car and noticed Evan walking few rows away in the parking lot. “Evan!” I called after him.
“Hey, Ophelia. Are you ready for class?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I just want to grab a coffee first. I can’t survive without my morning coffee.”
“I can’t drink that stuff, but I can go with you. How’s the concert and practicing going?” He asked.
“I think I’m ready. It’s such a big project, so exciting. I’ll forever be thankful that you spoke to your father about me. You have no idea how happy it makes me.” I didn’t think I would have been able to pull it off without his connections. This opportunity was the epitome of my life.
“I just told him you were teaching me. I didn’t have to explain anything. He knew who you were.” Evan clarified and I blushed. My reputation preceded me.
I knew I had talents, but it always surprised me to know that people knew me or had followed my career. I had played piano with the biggest names out there. All of this I did for myself, but also to make my parents proud. I believed they would have been.
We arrived at the small cafeteria on campus and I got myself a black coffee. This had become my drug, it kept me awake after a sleepless night.
In the morning class with Evan, I got to play piano for the students. They wanted to see what I had created and I explained the whole process of writing a concerto, something I had been working on for many years. It all started with my father. It had evolved a lot through the years and at the moment, it exceeded all of my expectations. Each and every chord brought something special and different. I could play with my eyes closed. Each time my fingers hit the keys, I knew exactly what was coming. The tips of my fingers danced, giving the rhythm to the music. While playing, everything in my head was clear, light and easy. Playing piano was the only time I felt so much at peace. Since my parents were gone, this hobby had transformed into something I needed to survive.
The students asked questions and I answered the best I could. Sharing my knowledge about my passion represented something that I cherished. I wanted all of them to have the same opportunities that I had. Making a living off something I loved so much seemed like the best way to live.
I stayed in the classroom late. I played for a little over two hours, but it felt like twenty minutes. My hands were getting tired and so was the rest of my body. I had survived on very little sleep all week, so I thought going to bed early would be good after all.
The music was playing softly in the car. I was driving and thinking about my Teo. My desire to call him persisted, but I was too exhausted to take action. I promised myself I would call him in the morning. A smile appeared on my lips just at the thought of hearing his voice.
The more I thought about it, the more I knew I wanted to spend my life with him. I hadn’t been home a lot in the past few years, but we tried to keep in touch every day or two. Our friendship had been filled with steamy passion, and a deep connection. We always acted like a couple, we held hands and cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. I always remained faithful to him, I wasn’t sleeping around. But as long as I was travelling, I didn’t think my heart could be with him a hundred percent. The difference wasn’t that significant but now, I wanted it all with him.
I wanted us to be official. The time had come.
... O ...
The sun was beginning to rise
I had to stop myself from thinking about it, I had a job to attend here and Teo would be home when it was time to go. Remember the plans, Ophelia.
I climbed into my car and drove myself to work. I was getting used to driving here, but it was quite different than America. The radio was on and I was singing along. I felt good today, my heart was light and Teo’s call made it all better. God, I loved him. I smiled.
I parked my car and noticed Evan walking few rows away in the parking lot. “Evan!” I called after him.
“Hey, Ophelia. Are you ready for class?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I just want to grab a coffee first. I can’t survive without my morning coffee.”
“I can’t drink that stuff, but I can go with you. How’s the concert and practicing going?” He asked.
“I think I’m ready. It’s such a big project, so exciting. I’ll forever be thankful that you spoke to your father about me. You have no idea how happy it makes me.” I didn’t think I would have been able to pull it off without his connections. This opportunity was the epitome of my life.
“I just told him you were teaching me. I didn’t have to explain anything. He knew who you were.” Evan clarified and I blushed. My reputation preceded me.
I knew I had talents, but it always surprised me to know that people knew me or had followed my career. I had played piano with the biggest names out there. All of this I did for myself, but also to make my parents proud. I believed they would have been.
We arrived at the small cafeteria on campus and I got myself a black coffee. This had become my drug, it kept me awake after a sleepless night.
In the morning class with Evan, I got to play piano for the students. They wanted to see what I had created and I explained the whole process of writing a concerto, something I had been working on for many years. It all started with my father. It had evolved a lot through the years and at the moment, it exceeded all of my expectations. Each and every chord brought something special and different. I could play with my eyes closed. Each time my fingers hit the keys, I knew exactly what was coming. The tips of my fingers danced, giving the rhythm to the music. While playing, everything in my head was clear, light and easy. Playing piano was the only time I felt so much at peace. Since my parents were gone, this hobby had transformed into something I needed to survive.
The students asked questions and I answered the best I could. Sharing my knowledge about my passion represented something that I cherished. I wanted all of them to have the same opportunities that I had. Making a living off something I loved so much seemed like the best way to live.
I stayed in the classroom late. I played for a little over two hours, but it felt like twenty minutes. My hands were getting tired and so was the rest of my body. I had survived on very little sleep all week, so I thought going to bed early would be good after all.
The music was playing softly in the car. I was driving and thinking about my Teo. My desire to call him persisted, but I was too exhausted to take action. I promised myself I would call him in the morning. A smile appeared on my lips just at the thought of hearing his voice.
The more I thought about it, the more I knew I wanted to spend my life with him. I hadn’t been home a lot in the past few years, but we tried to keep in touch every day or two. Our friendship had been filled with steamy passion, and a deep connection. We always acted like a couple, we held hands and cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. I always remained faithful to him, I wasn’t sleeping around. But as long as I was travelling, I didn’t think my heart could be with him a hundred percent. The difference wasn’t that significant but now, I wanted it all with him.
I wanted us to be official. The time had come.
... O ...
The sun was beginning to rise
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