I am slightly sorry for not updating so quickly. The thrill of writing sort of died as i saw that not a lot of people was reading the stuff. But i am going to carry on nevertheless. So here it is a nice and slow second chapter. Its not really needed so to speak, but it just fills in a few gaps about Jake and help build a image of him.
The walk along the river was nice and relaxing. The rush hour had ended and the streets were quieting down a bit. The river was silent and the birds were too. It was tranquil. Just the way Jake liked things. He had a small extract in his pocket from a magazine. It was about the woman he was going to watch tonight. It was about Helena Douglas and her "story". About how she coped the whole time, and about taking control of DOATEC. Jake himself laughed at the story. It sounded like a epic drama of twists and turns that half of it sounded made up. Jake had always wondered to himself, how much she had been paid to give the story, or even make up the story.
Jake walked over one of Paris's many bridges. Getting closer to the Opera concert hall. Jake knew that deep down, he wanted to know the truth about Helena. He never actually had the guts to get that information. But it would rest his mind if he knew the truth. Lies always seemed to mess his head up. He could never see what was going on. He could only go on the information he had. And one thing Jake had, was a desire for knowledge. Afterall as people say, knowledge is power. And that is what Jakes dark ambition was. Power. Sure he was a simple IT personnel at a school. But you were allowed to dream. But Jake would never act on that dream. The old curiosity shop, was just that. Old. Unused, something untouched. Jake never strayed off the average path, and always avoided adventure. He was always afraid of what might happen.
In effect, it challenged Jake being in Paris. Away from his home, and away from the comfort of his home. But, all of this boredom got to him. And even he wanted a adventure every now and again. Paris seemed a nice place. It looked and sounded better than New York, which was Jakes second contender for the holiday destination. It was a beautiful and clean, and the French were generally quite nice and open, except a few stuck up Frenchmen, who Jake thought needed a baguette sticking up their backsides. Jake got to the Opera hall and looked at the building. It was delicate, almost unique in design, but the whole of the street matched it. It looked truly magnificent, something words could not describe.
Jake went inside and took his seat. It was fairly close to the front of the stage, and gave a rather nice view of the place. So it was far from the best place, but it was good enough for his expectations. For Jake, this was a new experience. Jake had never been in a hall full of people, all to see one person. Jake had never really wanted to sit in a hall full of people, just to see one person. But this holiday was different. This holiday was about Jake going against everything he did, or believed in, and to see what it was like on the other side. At least, that was what he was saying to himself. Deep down, Jake still missed his simple single bed at home. And he missed the oddly cooked meals from his mum. After a couple of minutes the hall was full, the lights from the ceiling dimmed down, and the concert began.
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The concert was ok. Not fantastic but ok. Jake could not really get his head around what was so entertaining about watching some person sing for over 1 hour in a insanely high pitched voice. But then again it could have been down to his age. Jake was a 16yr old boy. He liked pop, and all the young people stuff. He was by far the youngest person in the entire audience by at least a clear 5 years. Jake had got up and as he did something went off in his head. He was not sure what at first, but the story of the singer Helena came back to his mind, and his desire for the truth took over him slightly. He saw a door that had the words "N'entrez pas, seul le personnel autorisé " Jake was unsure what it meant. His knowledge of French was limited. But there was a hint in the word N'entrez, must have had something to do with entering, and autorisé must have something to do with authorisation. So it did not take long for Jake to figure out it was authorised personnel only. The door was so close. It was calling out to Jake. He saw the girl go through that door, and the place would be so busy with people leaving, no-one would notice him going in. Inside him was a battle. His mind was split into two. Jake wanted to go, and have a small adventure. But that was against Jakes way of life, and his other half of his mind, wanted to just turn back towards the exit and leave. Jakes mind carried on in turmoil, but he knew his little time window was closing. There would be a point where he could not go through the door undetected. Jake took a deep breath, and then walked towards the door. His heart beating more and more with each step. He got to the door and looked at the sign, which made him ski a beat, and then he took the handle, twisted it, looked behind him to check no one was looking, and then carefully but quickly opened the door and went inside, quietly closing it behind him.
