I disclaim- I own nothing and I realize I never will. Don't pity me, I'm just realistic.
Chapter 3
His drink sloshed as he set it down on the bar. I laugh as I make my way towards him. "So you remember me, huh?"
He starts to get up, flinging some money on the counter. "Yes, I remember all the regulars."
I nod, not about to let him know I only visit regularly because of him. But another chance to drink my troubles away is always welcome. It's nice to be reminded that some people are even more worse off.
He takes one lost drink and finishes his sentence. "You're the nosy, often rude one."
"What can I say?" I smile at him while taking my seat and pulling him back down to his.
"Listen, I'm not in the mood for questions today."
"Okay," I start motioning for the bartender to get me a drink, "I'll talk then."
He fiddles with his glass and I assume he's sticking around. Good.
"So... voice lessons, huh?"
His head shot up and he watches intensely as I nonchalantly sip my wine.
"What?"
I smile to myself. This guy's a riot. "You heard me."
"Say it again."
"I talked to Chloe. I hear you're giving her singing lessons."
He raises his eyebrows. "Did Chloe tell you this?"
"Not in so many words, which leaves me to wonder, why are you giving the lovely Miss..."
"Lane."
"...Lane, voice lessons?"
He gives me a glare, mentally shooting darts at me for getting into his business. Excuse me if I give a damn.
Sighing, he answers me. "She needs my help to get into Julliard."
"Why?" I sip my drink hoping he'll continue.
He did. "She needs to be herself. Let her heart take over."
"And you're the answer?"
"Yep. I know I am."
"And you know everything about everything?" I gesture around the room with my hand. "I don't think you'd be here if you did."
"Maybe, but I do know Chloe. If you knew our relationship, you'd see."
I smirk at him and he takes another shot. Deep down, I knew he was right. I had seen them together, but he didn't know that. I'd seen the way their hands brushed while walking and how his eyes met hers and then both would look away. I may be blind in my own life, but clarity was not an issue here. It was all too real. All too... familiar, to me.
There's a silence between us and he looks uncomfortable.
"So... Phillip's an ass." It was more of a statement than a question on my part.
He gave a laugh. "Yeah, good ole Uncle Phil."
He must've seen my expression because he mutters "don't ask".
"Wasn't going to."
He laughs again. "Yeah, right."
Standing up, I ask him one last question. "Chloe- getting into Julliard- that would be her top priority right?"
He looks at me and nods. "Yeah, she'd need my help even more. If only."
I fling some money onto the bar and pick up my jacket. I have some business to tend to.
"So see you tomorrow?" I ask.
"Let's hope not."
I shake my head and walk out the door. I spot a near by phone booth and walk over to it. I need a telephone book. Pronto.
Chapter 3
His drink sloshed as he set it down on the bar. I laugh as I make my way towards him. "So you remember me, huh?"
He starts to get up, flinging some money on the counter. "Yes, I remember all the regulars."
I nod, not about to let him know I only visit regularly because of him. But another chance to drink my troubles away is always welcome. It's nice to be reminded that some people are even more worse off.
He takes one lost drink and finishes his sentence. "You're the nosy, often rude one."
"What can I say?" I smile at him while taking my seat and pulling him back down to his.
"Listen, I'm not in the mood for questions today."
"Okay," I start motioning for the bartender to get me a drink, "I'll talk then."
He fiddles with his glass and I assume he's sticking around. Good.
"So... voice lessons, huh?"
His head shot up and he watches intensely as I nonchalantly sip my wine.
"What?"
I smile to myself. This guy's a riot. "You heard me."
"Say it again."
"I talked to Chloe. I hear you're giving her singing lessons."
He raises his eyebrows. "Did Chloe tell you this?"
"Not in so many words, which leaves me to wonder, why are you giving the lovely Miss..."
"Lane."
"...Lane, voice lessons?"
He gives me a glare, mentally shooting darts at me for getting into his business. Excuse me if I give a damn.
Sighing, he answers me. "She needs my help to get into Julliard."
"Why?" I sip my drink hoping he'll continue.
He did. "She needs to be herself. Let her heart take over."
"And you're the answer?"
"Yep. I know I am."
"And you know everything about everything?" I gesture around the room with my hand. "I don't think you'd be here if you did."
"Maybe, but I do know Chloe. If you knew our relationship, you'd see."
I smirk at him and he takes another shot. Deep down, I knew he was right. I had seen them together, but he didn't know that. I'd seen the way their hands brushed while walking and how his eyes met hers and then both would look away. I may be blind in my own life, but clarity was not an issue here. It was all too real. All too... familiar, to me.
There's a silence between us and he looks uncomfortable.
"So... Phillip's an ass." It was more of a statement than a question on my part.
He gave a laugh. "Yeah, good ole Uncle Phil."
He must've seen my expression because he mutters "don't ask".
"Wasn't going to."
He laughs again. "Yeah, right."
Standing up, I ask him one last question. "Chloe- getting into Julliard- that would be her top priority right?"
He looks at me and nods. "Yeah, she'd need my help even more. If only."
I fling some money onto the bar and pick up my jacket. I have some business to tend to.
"So see you tomorrow?" I ask.
"Let's hope not."
I shake my head and walk out the door. I spot a near by phone booth and walk over to it. I need a telephone book. Pronto.