"Ms. Sinclaire," the receptionist called as Chris and Neo walked though the
sliding doors.
"Ms. Sinclaire, I have a message here from your fiancé,"
Chris gave Neo a look of confusion. She just rolled her eyes at him and gave him a cheeky smile.
"Really?" Neo asked, "Please continue."
"Mr. Joel Bingham rang, he said that he has moved to one of the suites on site and you can message him for the number tomorrow."
"What was that about?" Chris asked when they got to their floor.
"Just an inside joke Joel and I have so we can see each other in emergencies or important places as in hospital, hotel you know stuff like that."
"Oh, so what is the plan for tonight?" Chris asked.
"Well," Neo said as she reached her door, "I have to get out this stuff so why don't go get change and met you in your room?"
"Yeah sure, I'll order room service while I wait. What do you want?"
"Curly fries."
"Chocolate, fries, you're gunner get fat," he joked.
"Nah, I'll burn it off in no time, plus nothing can destroy this body," she said playfully running her hands down and up her body.
Chris laughed at her stupidity and went into his hotel room.
Fifteen minutes later Neo knocked on Chris's door. She was in light blue bell-bottom fleecy pants and her 'I'd rather be sleeping' shirt and her portfolio in hand.
"Neo, come in room service will be here soon," Chris said as he answered the door in jean shorts and a Fozzy shirt, "I thought we would just watch some DVDs. I have my three favorites, Fast and the Furious, Resident Evil and Roller ball."
"Cool, I love those."
Neo and Chris sat on his bed and began to watch the first movie.
About ten minutes later there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it, it must be my food," Neo said as she bolted to the door.
The bellboy wheeled in a bowl of curly fries, chicken (which she guessed was Chris's) and a bottle of champagne.
"That's for later," Chris called as Neo sighed for it.
They sat there eating and watching the movie for a while.
"So, Neo tell me a bit about yourself. Background, family, interest, age? I'm guessing you're about twenty six."
"Umm, try nineteen."
"Really, you're not even legal."
"Well here you only have to be eighteen. Anyways, there is not much to my life. Born in Sydney to parents, John and Ambrosia Sinclaire. Mother from Egypt. One older brother, Paul. Went to school in Sydney, met Joel. We dating, love, broke up became life long friends. Learnt to wrestle, joined a club. Moved out of home in with Joel. Graduated, trained more. Got accepted to an art school. Joel got sick; I deferred school and moved here to get a job in a local promotion. I didn't make it so I will decide what to do tomorrow."
"Oh the usual story. Which brings me to my next question, what's in that black folder?"
"That's my portfolio. You did say you wanted to see it," Neo said handing it to him.
"Yeah," Chris said and proceeded to flip through it and studying every drawing on every page as Neo continued to watch the movies, occasionally glancing over a Chris to check his progress.
An hour later Chris closed the folder.
"Wow, they are amazing drawings, plus you never told me you wrote songs."
"Yeah its just something I do in my spare time. Just strum the six-string and write."
"Wow, you play guitar, write songs, paint, draw and wrestle. That's it you have to come with me."
"Where?"
"The States."
"What!" Neo almost feel off the bed.
"I want you to do some artwork for the covers of my band's single release. You already said you had no job and was looking for somewhere to stay. I will pay for everything and it will only be for a few months."
"Wow, I don't know what to say. Is this what you were talking to Vince about?"
"Well kinda yeah. So what's your answer? I need it tonight."
Neo took a deep breath and weighted up her options, "Yes!" she screamed.
"Great! The plane leaves Sydney at three, tomorrow afternoon. So I thought now I have a personal guide, we could check out the sights of Sydney tomorrow. But tonight, we celebrate," he smiled.
Chris then went and poured them both a glass of champagne.
Many hours and bottles later, after both Neo and Chris had told each other everything about themselves, Neo fell asleep on Chris's torso.
"Ms. Sinclaire, I have a message here from your fiancé,"
Chris gave Neo a look of confusion. She just rolled her eyes at him and gave him a cheeky smile.
"Really?" Neo asked, "Please continue."
"Mr. Joel Bingham rang, he said that he has moved to one of the suites on site and you can message him for the number tomorrow."
"What was that about?" Chris asked when they got to their floor.
"Just an inside joke Joel and I have so we can see each other in emergencies or important places as in hospital, hotel you know stuff like that."
"Oh, so what is the plan for tonight?" Chris asked.
"Well," Neo said as she reached her door, "I have to get out this stuff so why don't go get change and met you in your room?"
"Yeah sure, I'll order room service while I wait. What do you want?"
"Curly fries."
"Chocolate, fries, you're gunner get fat," he joked.
"Nah, I'll burn it off in no time, plus nothing can destroy this body," she said playfully running her hands down and up her body.
Chris laughed at her stupidity and went into his hotel room.
Fifteen minutes later Neo knocked on Chris's door. She was in light blue bell-bottom fleecy pants and her 'I'd rather be sleeping' shirt and her portfolio in hand.
"Neo, come in room service will be here soon," Chris said as he answered the door in jean shorts and a Fozzy shirt, "I thought we would just watch some DVDs. I have my three favorites, Fast and the Furious, Resident Evil and Roller ball."
"Cool, I love those."
Neo and Chris sat on his bed and began to watch the first movie.
About ten minutes later there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it, it must be my food," Neo said as she bolted to the door.
The bellboy wheeled in a bowl of curly fries, chicken (which she guessed was Chris's) and a bottle of champagne.
"That's for later," Chris called as Neo sighed for it.
They sat there eating and watching the movie for a while.
"So, Neo tell me a bit about yourself. Background, family, interest, age? I'm guessing you're about twenty six."
"Umm, try nineteen."
"Really, you're not even legal."
"Well here you only have to be eighteen. Anyways, there is not much to my life. Born in Sydney to parents, John and Ambrosia Sinclaire. Mother from Egypt. One older brother, Paul. Went to school in Sydney, met Joel. We dating, love, broke up became life long friends. Learnt to wrestle, joined a club. Moved out of home in with Joel. Graduated, trained more. Got accepted to an art school. Joel got sick; I deferred school and moved here to get a job in a local promotion. I didn't make it so I will decide what to do tomorrow."
"Oh the usual story. Which brings me to my next question, what's in that black folder?"
"That's my portfolio. You did say you wanted to see it," Neo said handing it to him.
"Yeah," Chris said and proceeded to flip through it and studying every drawing on every page as Neo continued to watch the movies, occasionally glancing over a Chris to check his progress.
An hour later Chris closed the folder.
"Wow, they are amazing drawings, plus you never told me you wrote songs."
"Yeah its just something I do in my spare time. Just strum the six-string and write."
"Wow, you play guitar, write songs, paint, draw and wrestle. That's it you have to come with me."
"Where?"
"The States."
"What!" Neo almost feel off the bed.
"I want you to do some artwork for the covers of my band's single release. You already said you had no job and was looking for somewhere to stay. I will pay for everything and it will only be for a few months."
"Wow, I don't know what to say. Is this what you were talking to Vince about?"
"Well kinda yeah. So what's your answer? I need it tonight."
Neo took a deep breath and weighted up her options, "Yes!" she screamed.
"Great! The plane leaves Sydney at three, tomorrow afternoon. So I thought now I have a personal guide, we could check out the sights of Sydney tomorrow. But tonight, we celebrate," he smiled.
Chris then went and poured them both a glass of champagne.
Many hours and bottles later, after both Neo and Chris had told each other everything about themselves, Neo fell asleep on Chris's torso.