Chapter 569: New York City
Wednesday, March 1st, Morning
She came out of the hotel suite's bathroom wearing a fluffy terrycloth bathrobe. Her blonde hair was tucked up in a towel. Her husband sat at a table with his laptop and a pile of papers. This activity was never good.
Kat took a seat on the nearby couch and looked at Arne; her husband seemed frustrated and needed a pick-me-up. She smiled devilishly, stood up, and walked over to the table. Arne looked up at the mischievous smiling wife. Kat slid her hands down, opened up the top of her robe, and flashed him.
Arne looked at her and smiled. Kat fixed her robe and sat at the table across from Arne.
"Thank you," Arne said.
"You need the pick me up," Kat said.
"Yeah, I hate this part," Arne said.
"You're the best at it," Kat said.
"That's not saying much," Arne said.
"Some are born to it, some achieve it, others have it thrust upon them," Kat said.
"Kat, I appreciate your sentiment, but it's not helping," Arne said.
"At least I try," Kat said.
Arne smiled, "And I appreciate it," he said.
"How about we have an extended face time with Raya tonight? We're not playing a show, and I miss her," Kat said.
Arne smiled, "That sounds like a lovely idea," he said.
"Good, I'll set it up with Tayla," Kat said.
"Let me know," Arne said, "What are you doing today?"
"I was thinking of stomping through some of the snow that fell overnight," Kat said.
"A late-season storm," Arne said, nodded, and looked out the window.
"They say that the uniqueness of the weather here makes New York City well; frankly, New York City," Kat said, "In the summer, the sun is up almost until 9 pm, making the days extremely long."
"With the winter having long nights," Arne said.
"Brings a new meaning to the city that never sleeps," Kat said.
"Everyone having seasonal affected disorder," Arne said.
Kat grunted and picked up her nearby smartphone. She started tapping on the keypad.
"Aren't some of the significant others coming up today?" Kat asked.
Arne nodded, "Most of the bands," he said.
Kat smiled, "That's good," she said and returned to her phone.
"What are you looking up?" Arne asked.
"Something to do; I'm trapped in a box most of the time; this Kat needs to prowl," Kat said.
"Okay," Arne said.
Kat turned back to her phone. Thirty-year-old, she was already successful, with three bands, a mom, and a wife. There had to be more to this than anything else. What she wanted was to enjoy some of that success. Working hard your whole life is good, but many people don't seem to enjoy it. At least she crossed that magical threshold; three years ago, she turned twenty-seven; a year later, she turned twenty-eight and survived that mark. So, she didn't sell her soul for rock and roll.
She never understood the fascination with being an artist and joining the 27 Club. Nor The Who declaring I hope I die before I get Old. Some of her favorite acts did their best stuff after thirty. It took the seasoning of life; in her opinion, Dave Grohl's best music was after Kurt Cobain died. But death freezes you in time, for the 27 Club ear or at their peak, so they never decline and would be forever young. Her Opa said something once; sometimes, a person could do the best thing is die before their reputation suffers.
Kat looked down at her smartphone. Her eyes lit up when she saw the headline link; it had to be clickbait. She picked the link and waited for the page to open. There was an extension to the Alex Grasland show at the Knight Gallery of American Art. Kat smiled; she had taken to art a few years back and enjoyed pictures she saw online of Alex Garsland's paintings. The universe told her to do it by putting the opportunity before her.
"I think I know what we could do," Kat said.
"What's that?" Arne asked, looking up from his laptop.
"There is an art gallery showing Alex Grasland's paintings," Kat said.
"That's the landscape painter you like?" Arne asked.
"She paints more than landscapes, but yes," Kat said.
"Okay," Arne said.
Kat got up and kissed Arne on the cheek, "Thanks," she said.
"You're welcome," Arne said.
Kat started plugging away at her smartphone. Arne looked at her.
"What are you doing?" Arne asked.
"We know someone in the city that's connected, so I'm calling her," Kat said.
"Why?" Arne asked.
"It's like the universe is telling me something, and I'm taking the opportunity," Kat said.
"What would that be?" Arne asked.
"Maybe a chance to meet Alex Grasland," Kat said.
"I've never seen you fangirl out like this," Arne said.
"I just want to see her and thank her for the joy she brought me," Kat said.
"Alright," Arne said, "So, you're going to call Fallon, right?"
"How do you know it's Fallon," Kat said.
"We know three people in the city, and Fallon is the only one that is deeply connected," Arne said.
"True, but that's only because she owns quite a bit of it," Kat said.
"Call Fallon," Arne said with a laugh.
"Okay, thanks, Meine Liebe," he said.
Arne smiled, "You're welcome," he said.
"I have a few other calls to make first," Kat said.
"Okay," Arne said.
Kat jumped up and down in excitement for a bit and started to make her phone calls.
