"Yes, yes. I'll have it sent in right away. I just need to look for a wifi source." I smile softly at my phone while hastily looking for a hopeful wifi source. The sun was going down and I had to be back home before it got completely dark.
I enter a place called Palace Coffee House, which held small acoustic performances each evening. I decide to sit at the farthest couch.
Opening my laptop, I also take out my planner to write down a couple reminders before starting on the documents.
I am Elsa Ryans. A college student at Brown and also very busy.
Right now, All I want to do is concentrate on finishing the document and sending it over to my partner, who is also far from finished.
I take a film making course I had been dreaming of ever since I held my first camera. This document was an essay on some kind of stupid topic regarding the wiles of making a movie and some other kind of director crap I had to learn. This wasn't exactly all I had to do within the week. There were just so many, I no longer knew where to start.
A final project we students have to make is a short film concerning... Almost anything, really. I had no where to start. There was nothing coming up to me right now.
But I haven't been thinking of what I could at least do for a final project.
What if I made a vlog diary? Ridiculous. Or maybe some kind of documentary about something important? Neither was I interested to do it.
But just to prepare myself, I always being around my video camera in case there were things that needed taping.
Well, like nothing.
Without me noticing, a guitar around the coffee shop had begun strumming. At first, I paid no attention and had ordered myself a glass of water. Then, I get back to my project.
"All along, it was a fever." I could hear a song begin to play. I look up to see a girl on the small stage of the coffee shop, sitting on a stool with guitar at hand. "A cold sweat, hot headed believer."
She was pretty. Had her strawberry hair up in a messy bun and she was wearing a flannel top.
"I threw my hands in the air, said, 'show me something'. He said 'If you dare, come a little closer'."
I didn't know why, but I had started grabbing my video recorder.
"Round and around and around and around we go.
Oh, now tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know."
I press the record button and try to keep my own hand still. Why was I recording this? Her voice had drawn me to her and once I was really listening, I got hooked.
"Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move. Makes me feel like I can't live without you. It takes me all the way. I want you to stay."
I felt my own emotions sink down into this small sea of melancholic thought. I sigh loudly, not noticing how deeply I've been thinking. I almost laugh to myself. This mysterious girl had lost me for a bit and now I was here, trying to get myself back. I loved the way she had pulled me from myself for a bit. Made me forget who I am. In a beautiful kind of way.
The girl on stage was back to singing the chorus but I haven't stopped filming. I waited for the song to end.
And once it did, I had put the camera down as she sang another song. One song after another. All very beautiful and it gave me chills listening to such a voice.
It took me probably six songs to realize that it had gotten dark and I was too drawn to the performer to leave the coffee shop, when I was finished sending the document and there wasn't much else to do.
Though I knew I'd love to stay much longer, I couldn't so I headed home. As I walked over each step at the sidewalk, the black video camera was clutched tightly to my chest as I had promised myself,
I might as well drop by again tomorrow.
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This chapter is a little too short but this is just the beginning, guys! Hope you are liking it! I was literally in the shower when I thought about this. There are PROBABLY Frozen fanfics which have already done this kind of setting (yet I'm not so sure) but I try to make mine as different as possible. Thank you for reading X