Same Day (May 14th 2015)
New York City-Night On The Town-Music Concert
"IDDABEL!" Kyle Valenti shouted drunkenly but still extremly loudly over the alcohol-induced crowd that was creating a large mosh pit some meters away from his position. Isabel Evans turned around abruptly at the sound of her name. She saw over the heads of some drunken potheads, Kyle holding two extremely large bottles of alcoholic beverages high in the air to keep out of reach of the 'wierd' people in the crowd. He was making his way slowly towards her, a big cheesy grin spread wide across his face.Damn, I really need to find that guy someone.Isabel thought with a silent laugh, then added, but you gotta love him. "Kyle. Hey, hows it goin? Having a good time are we?" Isabel yelled in his ear, the music of the latest band drowning out her words to an almost inaudible level. "Are you serious?! Dhis is awesome! I haventh had dis much fun dince.forever!" Kyle replied with a bit too much enthusiasm followed by a few staggering steps and a huge swig of his vodka cruiser. "Hey Is, did you notice dhat de band that's playing dext is called de Whids?" This catching Isabel's attention, making her intent on hearing Kyle's every drunken word, "Huh?" She asked stupidly, still competing with the crowd, "The Whits, Is, dats what Alexzzz band dis called, isn't dit? Cool.dets go closer, so we can see Alexzzz playing." "Kyle." Isabel grabbed his arm before he could take off, "No, Kyle! Give me that." Seizing the opportunity, Isabel snatched the half empty bottles that were griped loosely in Kyle's hand, and shoved them into some random persons arms as they danced their way past. ("HEY!") She grabbed his arm firmly but gently, and led him to a back part of the room where there weren't as many people, and far less noise. "I-s-a-b-e-l." He whined "We dar going do miss Alexzzz play." Kyle was way out of it, more so than usual. Isabel really didn't have the heart to tell him that he wasn't going to see Alex playing up there. There was no way on Earth (or off it) that Alex could possibly be up there. Alex Whitman died 14 years ago. "Kyle.KYLE!" The only way left to get his attention was to grab his face, and turn it in her direction, "C'mon Kyle, we're going home." "No, Is, look. Alexzzz dis playing, it sounds bloody good doo. Look Is," Kyle insisted and took Isabel's hands from his face, and pushed her in front of him, and pointed directly at the bass guitarist on stage.
Time stood still. A man of a tall and lanky stature, with the notably geek- ish computer nerd look about him, was jumping around the large overcrowded stage, slapping his guitar, looking like he was having the time of his life. The dark haired, lanky man looked over in Isabel's general direction, and for the first time Isabel got a proper look of him. There was no denying it. This man was either Alex Charles Whitman back from the grave or his long lost twin brother. No! She thought to herself, NO! Alex is dead, you're just imaging things.she backed quickly against the wall behind her, and rubbed her eyes hard and thoroughly. She slowly lifted her head back up at the stage, with the fear that this illusion would still be there, but before her eyes could find a target, a muffled thud next to her caught her attention.
Kyle had finally passed out, with the effects of his drinking finally taking its toll on him. She crouched down and slapped his face. "Kyle, wake-up" She was trying everything that she could think of the remove the image of this man from her mind. She would not follow her thoughts through to conclusion because they would take her to a place she knew she should not go. But despite all this she couldn't help but one more glance up at the stage. Much to her relief and also her hidden disappointment, she realised that the band had finished playing while she was distracted by Kyle's fainting, and the band had left the stage; the crowd still applauding and roaring with approval.
Kyle slowly opened his eyes and staggered to his feet. Without so much of a word, Isabel grabbed him and led him out to their car, where as soon as Kyle sat back down in the front passenger seat, he was out like a light.again. Isabel just sat there, disbelieving everything she had just seen, with her arms resting on the cold steering wheel, her hands covering her face. Alex is dead.that couldn't of been him.could it?
New York City-Night On The Town-Music Concert
"IDDABEL!" Kyle Valenti shouted drunkenly but still extremly loudly over the alcohol-induced crowd that was creating a large mosh pit some meters away from his position. Isabel Evans turned around abruptly at the sound of her name. She saw over the heads of some drunken potheads, Kyle holding two extremely large bottles of alcoholic beverages high in the air to keep out of reach of the 'wierd' people in the crowd. He was making his way slowly towards her, a big cheesy grin spread wide across his face.Damn, I really need to find that guy someone.Isabel thought with a silent laugh, then added, but you gotta love him. "Kyle. Hey, hows it goin? Having a good time are we?" Isabel yelled in his ear, the music of the latest band drowning out her words to an almost inaudible level. "Are you serious?! Dhis is awesome! I haventh had dis much fun dince.forever!" Kyle replied with a bit too much enthusiasm followed by a few staggering steps and a huge swig of his vodka cruiser. "Hey Is, did you notice dhat de band that's playing dext is called de Whids?" This catching Isabel's attention, making her intent on hearing Kyle's every drunken word, "Huh?" She asked stupidly, still competing with the crowd, "The Whits, Is, dats what Alexzzz band dis called, isn't dit? Cool.dets go closer, so we can see Alexzzz playing." "Kyle." Isabel grabbed his arm before he could take off, "No, Kyle! Give me that." Seizing the opportunity, Isabel snatched the half empty bottles that were griped loosely in Kyle's hand, and shoved them into some random persons arms as they danced their way past. ("HEY!") She grabbed his arm firmly but gently, and led him to a back part of the room where there weren't as many people, and far less noise. "I-s-a-b-e-l." He whined "We dar going do miss Alexzzz play." Kyle was way out of it, more so than usual. Isabel really didn't have the heart to tell him that he wasn't going to see Alex playing up there. There was no way on Earth (or off it) that Alex could possibly be up there. Alex Whitman died 14 years ago. "Kyle.KYLE!" The only way left to get his attention was to grab his face, and turn it in her direction, "C'mon Kyle, we're going home." "No, Is, look. Alexzzz dis playing, it sounds bloody good doo. Look Is," Kyle insisted and took Isabel's hands from his face, and pushed her in front of him, and pointed directly at the bass guitarist on stage.
Time stood still. A man of a tall and lanky stature, with the notably geek- ish computer nerd look about him, was jumping around the large overcrowded stage, slapping his guitar, looking like he was having the time of his life. The dark haired, lanky man looked over in Isabel's general direction, and for the first time Isabel got a proper look of him. There was no denying it. This man was either Alex Charles Whitman back from the grave or his long lost twin brother. No! She thought to herself, NO! Alex is dead, you're just imaging things.she backed quickly against the wall behind her, and rubbed her eyes hard and thoroughly. She slowly lifted her head back up at the stage, with the fear that this illusion would still be there, but before her eyes could find a target, a muffled thud next to her caught her attention.
Kyle had finally passed out, with the effects of his drinking finally taking its toll on him. She crouched down and slapped his face. "Kyle, wake-up" She was trying everything that she could think of the remove the image of this man from her mind. She would not follow her thoughts through to conclusion because they would take her to a place she knew she should not go. But despite all this she couldn't help but one more glance up at the stage. Much to her relief and also her hidden disappointment, she realised that the band had finished playing while she was distracted by Kyle's fainting, and the band had left the stage; the crowd still applauding and roaring with approval.
Kyle slowly opened his eyes and staggered to his feet. Without so much of a word, Isabel grabbed him and led him out to their car, where as soon as Kyle sat back down in the front passenger seat, he was out like a light.again. Isabel just sat there, disbelieving everything she had just seen, with her arms resting on the cold steering wheel, her hands covering her face. Alex is dead.that couldn't of been him.could it?