Chapter 2
BPOV
I was visiting New York just for the pleasure of it. I was done in college and needed something to do. I didn't even know what I was supposed to do? I don't know why I chose New York, it just appealed to me. Great, pathetic little me without a job, blowing her savings just to go to New York. Well, I did have money left, a good 20,000 or something. I had gotten all of the savings from my dad since he died. He had left it to me. I'm sure he'd be proud of his daughter blowing his money by going to New York just because she wanted to. I didn't have a job; I didn't know what I was good at. In College I had done a degree in architecture, but it just didn't appeal to me. Sure, I could make money of it because I had the qualifications, but it wouldn't be fun for me. Why do a job when you don't enjoy it?
I was staying at the union hotel; I had rented a suite there. I wasn't myself right now, spending all this money just wasn't me. I just, felt I needed a break. Since my mother getting re-married to Phil and my father dying, I wasn't myself. I was sad, and I couldn't help it. I felt I needed something to get me out of this depressed state. It wasn't working. Spending this money didn't help me.
I had spent three days in New York so far. I had decided to go to The Black keys concert tonight; I had a choice either to go tonight or tomorrow night, some two concert deal thing. I chose tonight, I had nothing better to do.
I got into the hotel and went up to my room to get changed into something nice for the concert. I chose a pair of skinny jeans and a black top that said: Rock 'N' Roll Go Hard. I pulled on a denim jacket got my wallet, key card for the room, my ticket and my mobile and put them all in a hand bag. I let my hair out and put on some lip gloss before heading out.
I walked to the concert, it was long way but I had time and I defiantly not going to pay for a taxi, I had spent enough money lately.
It took me an hour to walk there. I was really crowded. There were a lot of blondes with T-shirts with the members of The Black Keys on it. I squeezed myself through the crowd to get to the doors. I walked up to one of the booths where a young brunette looked up at me with a smile "Ticket?" she asked.
I handed her the ticket and she inspected it. With another smile she nodded to the security guards and they let me through. I walked into a foyer where drinks and snacks could be bought. There was a lot of talk. I decided to get myself a drink before heading into the show. I bought a coke, not wanting any alcohol tonight, and headed through the next set of doors where there was a large stage. Everyone stood up with their drinks but there were counters along the walls where you could put your drink down and sit down. I went over there and sat down. It took ten minutes before the lights hit the stage and I saw the band. There were four altogether. There was a blonde with purple streaks in her hair who played the base. At the drums was a light blonde boy who was quite handsome. On the guitar was a burly, tall brown guy who looked he would tear someone's head off if you upset him. Finally, I looked to the lead singer; He had bronze hair and was obviously the lead singer and guitarist. He put his mouth to mike and said: "Are y'all New Yorkers ready for the hottest rock band of the year, three years running?"
The crowd around me screamed and I got ready. The lead started strumming a melody into his guitar and started with a song called: When I'm Gone.
The song reminded me horribly of Charlie. When they sung "You're going to miss me when I'm gone!" I started to tear up. I missed Charlie so much!
The seconds passed and the song kept clawing at my memories. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to leave. I ran out of the first set of doors. The room was empty; everyone was listening to The Black Keys. There bartenders looked at me. Puzzled. I began to head out for the front doors but the security stopped me. "Is there a problem ma'am?"
I shook my head, "The song is reminding me of something, I need to leave, I can't stay anymore."
I showed him ticket quickly and he nodded and let me pass. Once outside, I held onto my bag tightly and ran. I ran all the way home in my converse shoes.
I had to get to the hotel. Once at the hotel, I saw there were security guards like the ones at the concert guarding the door to the hotel. I was puzzled, I walked up to the entrance and the guard stopped me. "Can I get in?" I asked, puzzled.
"Have you rented a room here?" he asked and I nodded.
"Can I see your key card please." I nodded again showed him, he nodded and stepped out of the way.
"May I ask you, why is there all this security."
"Well, ma'am, The Black Keys are staying here, and we don't want girls getting to them."
"Oh, wow, I didn't know that. Thank-you." I said before walking into the hotel.
I half-ran to the elevator and pressed up. I went up and got off at my floor. I ran to my room and melted. I melted before I even got to open the door. "Oh Charlie!" I sobbed. I turned around and leant my back against the wall. I slowly slid down and ended up on the ground. "What am I doing here?" I asked myself.
How could coming to New York help me? How could it let me relax? I was alone here and this reminded me even more. I had no one, not a single person. Yes, I had René , but she was too busy with Phil. Plus, she was pregnant. She had too many other things to worry about besides me. I wasn't important to her. I kept sobbing and sobbing and sobbing. My life was wreck. I got up off the floor and tried to open my door with my key card. My hand kept shaking and so I kept missing the slot. After ten minutes of trying I finally unlocked the door and I stumbled into the room. I closed the door behind me and fell onto my bed. I fell asleep crying. But do you think my dreams would leave me alone? NO! I had dreams about Charlie that tormented my very soul. I slept for around four hours until I woke up. I woke up with a start as I re-lived Charlie's death. I had never seen him die but he had been in a car crash and I was imagining him dying. My sub-conscious was bothered. I was beyond a mess. I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess from tossing and turning in my sleep. My lip gloss had been rubbed off and my clothes were all crinkled. I got out of my clothes and took a shower. The warm water woke me up a bit more. I spent half an hour in the shower, more than I usually would. I got out and dried my hair and got into shorts and a plain – white T-shirt. I got into my bed and glanced at the clock on my bed-side table. It was 11pm. I realized I would still have had another hour at the concert if I hadn't broken down. Well maybe I could ask them to re-do the whole concert for me, after all, they were staying here. I chuckled to myself and began reading my book.
After another hour of reading I slammed my book in the bed. I couldn't keep stressing myself anymore. I got up and slipped on some flip flops. I got a white cardigan out of my suitcase and walked outside the door and locked the room. I didn't exactly know where I was going but I couldn't stay ing my room anymore.
I had to get out. I had to clear my mind.
okay, so next chapter Edward and Bella meet. Is Bella the one who can help Edward with his song? Will Bella Help Edward? Will her sorrow for losing Charlie get in the way? Will she return home? Please Review now :)