WARNING: If you don't care about personnel notes, author's folly and French
music, JUMP the 3 following paragraphs.
You might have got fed up with the violin in the last chapter, but I thought it necessary... If you're wondering what he was playing, it was a Hungarian Dance by Brahms (Brahms did a lot of those) I assure you that what he was doing on the violin is credible, no invention, I play the violin (but not well enough to attack Brahms). And that doesn't mean I love only classic. I have a thing for Green Day, and I love Saez (french, a wonder, because french songs are usually not that good).
While I'm at it, I think that french music has progressed this last year, surprise! For those that think the only music we have is musettes (accordion) they're wrong. But I can't deny there isn't any. =/ They make me have goose bumps.
Anyway, I marching away from the subject, so here's the fourth chapter: On this one, I put a lot effort on the description to show the differences between Jesse and Winnie, just to warn you.....
Jesse entered his hotel room and put the light on. He put down his violin case on the desk and lied down on the bed, clothes and all. He put his arms behind his head and looked at the ceiling. A wide smile crept on his face.
Little Winnie Foster had grown so much since he had seen her last time. She was bit taller than he was, a porcelain doll face with blue eyes. He had dreamt a lot of her, taking her for a boat ride, a picnic in the forest...
This time the boat ride would be much longer, they would cross the Atlantic Ocean.
He sighed. Winnie had married. She had been right to not wait for him. Of what she had told about this Henry, he seemed a nice person. In a way, he felt a bit jealous. His Winnie Foster had preferred this man to him. But Jesse didn't think he had any right to Winnie's love, except if it was friendship. He hadn't known her as much as this "Henry" had. But he looked too neat, too perfect in a way. But he respected her choice.
Jesse sat up and took off his shoes and his silk waistcoat. He hated the thing, it made him feel pretentious and snob. He only wore it when he had to do representations.
He then unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the chair of the desk, unbuckled the belt and dropped it on the floor and pulled off his trousers leaving with him with a bare chest, his underwear and his socks.
"Henry Gregory," he muttered while he cuddled up in the covers.
When he was nice and comfy, he realised he had forgot to turn off the light. He put his head under the pillow repeating the name as he went to sleep.
***
The sun was now half way up in the sky. Jesse was fast asleep. The cushion had escaped his grip and was now lying on the floor.
He grunted, as a well-placed ray of light hit him in the eye. He turned over to stop being tortured by it. It then hit him that it was day outside.
He got up with a start and looked at the time. It was nine o'clock and he would be late at the rendezvous if he didn't hurry up.
He grabbed his shirt and pulled his trousers on. Then the shoes and laced them up. He didn't have time to button up his cotton shirt and just grabbed his small suitcase that he'd left in a corner, his coat, his violin case and ran out of the room, forgetting his belt and his waistcoat.
***
The streets were busy again with cars; the pavements filled with people.
A shiny black car was parked in front of a teashop. The driver opened the door to let out a tall man in a grey suit with a top hat and an ebony walking stick.
He straitened his suit and then turned to the car where a hand covered with a laced glove was put out. He took it and helped Winnie out of the car with elegance.
She readjusted her hat with blue and purple feathers and took the white sun umbrella from the driver and thanked with a nod.
Her dress was white and purple. Her torso was modelled in a corset beneath the expensive tissue and her bosom had been enlarged with gauze covered with violet silk trimmed with lace. She looked like a fine Lady.
She had put her usual red lipstick on and had lined her eyes.
With Gregory, she walked to the teashop. Her steps seemed measured and calculated to perfectly drop at the right place.
Henry opened the window door of the teashop and held it open for Winnie to pass before him.
A man took her enormous hat and umbrella from her as someone else took the top hat from Henry.
A servant then showed the way to an empty three legged table with a white napkin hiding the polished wood.
Henry took out a chair for Winnie too sit and then pushed it to the table after have let her fill the chair.
Mr Gregory told the servant that a young man of the name of Mr Rainman would be joining them. He then sat down at his turn and looked at his golden watch.
"He is late," he said. "Are you sure you can have faith in him?" he then asked.
"Henry," Winnie said with a frown, "he'll come."
A waiter came to their table and asked what they would fancy.
Winnie asked for some tea with lemon and Henry for a cup of black coffee.
Winnie stirred her tea with a silver teaspoon wondering what had delayed Jesse. She then picked up the china porcelain cup with her little finger raised and took a sip.
"It's a shame that Matthews had too leave so soon," Winnie tried to start a conversation.
Her son had left early in the morning for Harvard.
Henry had not touched his cup yet and was staring at her with his profound brown eyes.
"Please; don't go," he told her put his hand over her small one across the table.
"Henry," Winnie started, "I think it is time for me to go."
"Why?" he asked with insistence.
"It's now or later," Winnie told him. "I would prefer it if it was now."
"But, people are going to wonder why you leave for France, France! People will become suspicious..." he trailed off.
"Listened, Henry," she said with a too serious voice, " I might be..."
"Leave me in!" someone yelled.
"Sir," someone else said, "I'm sorry but this place is reserved for people that can afford to stay."
"I tell you that someone is waiting for me here, when you know who, you'll be crawling with shame in front of me!!!"
Winnie saw a mop of brown curly hair.
"Henry, I think that might be Jesse," she told him.
Henry got up and walked to the front of the teashop. Winnie heard him discuss, telling the man of the teashop that it was alright that the boy was a guest.
An angry Jesse with his shirt half buttoned up and dangling out of his trousers strode up to the table with Henry.
Winnie picked up her cup and put it to her lips to hide her smile. Jesse looked so scruffy next to Henry.
Winnie placed it back down and looked up at Jesse.
"Excuse me, I'm late," he simply said. He sat on the chair and started to finish buttoning up his shirt.
"I understand," started Henry, "that you attend to accompany my wife to France."
"Accompany little Winnie," Jesse said tucking his shirt in his trousers, "yeah, that's it." He then looked at Winnie. "Not too little now it seems," he then stated.
Henry frowned, "little", "Winnie must have been always older than this Jesse," he thought. So he couldn't see how Jesse had come to call her "little". He didn't like it, for him it seemed as a lack of respect towards his wife. But Winnie only smiled at the word.
"She explained to me that you were old friends," he paused, "How old in fact?" Henry thought he had an explanation about this old friend thing.
"Quite old I guess," said Jesse.
"You must know that there is something special about my wife," Henry pushed farther.
Winnie had had enough, they were talking to each other like if she wasn't sitting right next to them.
"Yes he knows," she said. "I have confidence in him as much as in you," Winnie told her husband.
Henry took out two tickets from his waistcoat pocket and put them flat on the table.
***
The low horn of the boat rang out a second time. Jesse stood against the ramp of the deck looking down on the quay. He saw Winnie and her husband hugging each other. He now seriously didn't like him.
Jesse remembered earlier that morning, when he had arrived in a rush at the teashop. Henry had come up and had told the man that was stopping Jesse from entering farther in, that it was alright, that he was waiting for him. The posh man had then told that Jesse had exaggerated coming in like that, looking like a tramp and yelling at the top of his voice to a servant when he was half dressed.
"At least you have your violin to save you and my wife," he had added.
Jesse had been so shocked that he hadn't been able to say anything else in defence.
And Winnie, she looked like a fat peacock with that hat of hers and fancy dress.
And that Henry of hers. He had spoke on her be-half as if she was nearly his property. Jesse was happy to have found her in time to take her away of that life of hers, wrapped up in feathers and all.
He held the side of the ramp tightly in his hands. He'd show how to use this life of hers. But he still didn't understand why Winnie wanted to go to France. It was a pretty country, but not as beautiful as Ireland or the great deserts of Africa. He'd try and take her to the East, to China and Russia. He hadn't visited those parts at all yet, and he thought it would be great to do so with someone that was in the same situation as him. They had all eternity in front of them that could be used.
Lower down Winnie detached herself from Henry. A couple of people passed next to her. With a last glance at Henry she turned around, walked up the ship, and entered it.
The steel door was pulled up and Winnie was hidden from view.
From up where he was, Jesse saw Henry then hurry to enter his black car and drive off.
The man disgusted Jesse. He was a hypocrite,
The horn was rang out loud again, and the enormous ship detached it's self from the quay.
Ok, this is chapter four. You might be wondering how Gregory looks so bad? Well , you'll have too wait or send me REVIEWS!!! When I don't get any, I have a tendency to stop writing and not wanting to update any more chapters... So, you better REVIEW, I love them. And, I might be repeating myself, I HAVEN'T SEEN THE FILM, ONLY READ THE BOOK, so everything is (nearly) based on the book. (I took the description of the heroes, Winnie, Jesse... from the pictures of the film that I found on the net). And in the book, I can't call it True Love, I suppose... Anyway, you can always contradict me by REVIEW. So you know what you must do know, click on the blue button, just bellow!!!!
You might have got fed up with the violin in the last chapter, but I thought it necessary... If you're wondering what he was playing, it was a Hungarian Dance by Brahms (Brahms did a lot of those) I assure you that what he was doing on the violin is credible, no invention, I play the violin (but not well enough to attack Brahms). And that doesn't mean I love only classic. I have a thing for Green Day, and I love Saez (french, a wonder, because french songs are usually not that good).
While I'm at it, I think that french music has progressed this last year, surprise! For those that think the only music we have is musettes (accordion) they're wrong. But I can't deny there isn't any. =/ They make me have goose bumps.
Anyway, I marching away from the subject, so here's the fourth chapter: On this one, I put a lot effort on the description to show the differences between Jesse and Winnie, just to warn you.....
Jesse entered his hotel room and put the light on. He put down his violin case on the desk and lied down on the bed, clothes and all. He put his arms behind his head and looked at the ceiling. A wide smile crept on his face.
Little Winnie Foster had grown so much since he had seen her last time. She was bit taller than he was, a porcelain doll face with blue eyes. He had dreamt a lot of her, taking her for a boat ride, a picnic in the forest...
This time the boat ride would be much longer, they would cross the Atlantic Ocean.
He sighed. Winnie had married. She had been right to not wait for him. Of what she had told about this Henry, he seemed a nice person. In a way, he felt a bit jealous. His Winnie Foster had preferred this man to him. But Jesse didn't think he had any right to Winnie's love, except if it was friendship. He hadn't known her as much as this "Henry" had. But he looked too neat, too perfect in a way. But he respected her choice.
Jesse sat up and took off his shoes and his silk waistcoat. He hated the thing, it made him feel pretentious and snob. He only wore it when he had to do representations.
He then unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the chair of the desk, unbuckled the belt and dropped it on the floor and pulled off his trousers leaving with him with a bare chest, his underwear and his socks.
"Henry Gregory," he muttered while he cuddled up in the covers.
When he was nice and comfy, he realised he had forgot to turn off the light. He put his head under the pillow repeating the name as he went to sleep.
***
The sun was now half way up in the sky. Jesse was fast asleep. The cushion had escaped his grip and was now lying on the floor.
He grunted, as a well-placed ray of light hit him in the eye. He turned over to stop being tortured by it. It then hit him that it was day outside.
He got up with a start and looked at the time. It was nine o'clock and he would be late at the rendezvous if he didn't hurry up.
He grabbed his shirt and pulled his trousers on. Then the shoes and laced them up. He didn't have time to button up his cotton shirt and just grabbed his small suitcase that he'd left in a corner, his coat, his violin case and ran out of the room, forgetting his belt and his waistcoat.
***
The streets were busy again with cars; the pavements filled with people.
A shiny black car was parked in front of a teashop. The driver opened the door to let out a tall man in a grey suit with a top hat and an ebony walking stick.
He straitened his suit and then turned to the car where a hand covered with a laced glove was put out. He took it and helped Winnie out of the car with elegance.
She readjusted her hat with blue and purple feathers and took the white sun umbrella from the driver and thanked with a nod.
Her dress was white and purple. Her torso was modelled in a corset beneath the expensive tissue and her bosom had been enlarged with gauze covered with violet silk trimmed with lace. She looked like a fine Lady.
She had put her usual red lipstick on and had lined her eyes.
With Gregory, she walked to the teashop. Her steps seemed measured and calculated to perfectly drop at the right place.
Henry opened the window door of the teashop and held it open for Winnie to pass before him.
A man took her enormous hat and umbrella from her as someone else took the top hat from Henry.
A servant then showed the way to an empty three legged table with a white napkin hiding the polished wood.
Henry took out a chair for Winnie too sit and then pushed it to the table after have let her fill the chair.
Mr Gregory told the servant that a young man of the name of Mr Rainman would be joining them. He then sat down at his turn and looked at his golden watch.
"He is late," he said. "Are you sure you can have faith in him?" he then asked.
"Henry," Winnie said with a frown, "he'll come."
A waiter came to their table and asked what they would fancy.
Winnie asked for some tea with lemon and Henry for a cup of black coffee.
Winnie stirred her tea with a silver teaspoon wondering what had delayed Jesse. She then picked up the china porcelain cup with her little finger raised and took a sip.
"It's a shame that Matthews had too leave so soon," Winnie tried to start a conversation.
Her son had left early in the morning for Harvard.
Henry had not touched his cup yet and was staring at her with his profound brown eyes.
"Please; don't go," he told her put his hand over her small one across the table.
"Henry," Winnie started, "I think it is time for me to go."
"Why?" he asked with insistence.
"It's now or later," Winnie told him. "I would prefer it if it was now."
"But, people are going to wonder why you leave for France, France! People will become suspicious..." he trailed off.
"Listened, Henry," she said with a too serious voice, " I might be..."
"Leave me in!" someone yelled.
"Sir," someone else said, "I'm sorry but this place is reserved for people that can afford to stay."
"I tell you that someone is waiting for me here, when you know who, you'll be crawling with shame in front of me!!!"
Winnie saw a mop of brown curly hair.
"Henry, I think that might be Jesse," she told him.
Henry got up and walked to the front of the teashop. Winnie heard him discuss, telling the man of the teashop that it was alright that the boy was a guest.
An angry Jesse with his shirt half buttoned up and dangling out of his trousers strode up to the table with Henry.
Winnie picked up her cup and put it to her lips to hide her smile. Jesse looked so scruffy next to Henry.
Winnie placed it back down and looked up at Jesse.
"Excuse me, I'm late," he simply said. He sat on the chair and started to finish buttoning up his shirt.
"I understand," started Henry, "that you attend to accompany my wife to France."
"Accompany little Winnie," Jesse said tucking his shirt in his trousers, "yeah, that's it." He then looked at Winnie. "Not too little now it seems," he then stated.
Henry frowned, "little", "Winnie must have been always older than this Jesse," he thought. So he couldn't see how Jesse had come to call her "little". He didn't like it, for him it seemed as a lack of respect towards his wife. But Winnie only smiled at the word.
"She explained to me that you were old friends," he paused, "How old in fact?" Henry thought he had an explanation about this old friend thing.
"Quite old I guess," said Jesse.
"You must know that there is something special about my wife," Henry pushed farther.
Winnie had had enough, they were talking to each other like if she wasn't sitting right next to them.
"Yes he knows," she said. "I have confidence in him as much as in you," Winnie told her husband.
Henry took out two tickets from his waistcoat pocket and put them flat on the table.
***
The low horn of the boat rang out a second time. Jesse stood against the ramp of the deck looking down on the quay. He saw Winnie and her husband hugging each other. He now seriously didn't like him.
Jesse remembered earlier that morning, when he had arrived in a rush at the teashop. Henry had come up and had told the man that was stopping Jesse from entering farther in, that it was alright, that he was waiting for him. The posh man had then told that Jesse had exaggerated coming in like that, looking like a tramp and yelling at the top of his voice to a servant when he was half dressed.
"At least you have your violin to save you and my wife," he had added.
Jesse had been so shocked that he hadn't been able to say anything else in defence.
And Winnie, she looked like a fat peacock with that hat of hers and fancy dress.
And that Henry of hers. He had spoke on her be-half as if she was nearly his property. Jesse was happy to have found her in time to take her away of that life of hers, wrapped up in feathers and all.
He held the side of the ramp tightly in his hands. He'd show how to use this life of hers. But he still didn't understand why Winnie wanted to go to France. It was a pretty country, but not as beautiful as Ireland or the great deserts of Africa. He'd try and take her to the East, to China and Russia. He hadn't visited those parts at all yet, and he thought it would be great to do so with someone that was in the same situation as him. They had all eternity in front of them that could be used.
Lower down Winnie detached herself from Henry. A couple of people passed next to her. With a last glance at Henry she turned around, walked up the ship, and entered it.
The steel door was pulled up and Winnie was hidden from view.
From up where he was, Jesse saw Henry then hurry to enter his black car and drive off.
The man disgusted Jesse. He was a hypocrite,
The horn was rang out loud again, and the enormous ship detached it's self from the quay.
Ok, this is chapter four. You might be wondering how Gregory looks so bad? Well , you'll have too wait or send me REVIEWS!!! When I don't get any, I have a tendency to stop writing and not wanting to update any more chapters... So, you better REVIEW, I love them. And, I might be repeating myself, I HAVEN'T SEEN THE FILM, ONLY READ THE BOOK, so everything is (nearly) based on the book. (I took the description of the heroes, Winnie, Jesse... from the pictures of the film that I found on the net). And in the book, I can't call it True Love, I suppose... Anyway, you can always contradict me by REVIEW. So you know what you must do know, click on the blue button, just bellow!!!!