As I woke up, I remembered where I was; new apartment, new city. As I got up and went into the kitchen I realized that I didn't buy any food yesterday. I sighed to myself and went into my room again to put on some clothes. I found some black skinny jeans and a fitting denim shirt. I looked out of the window, even though we were in the end of July it was rather cold, so I found a black jersey to put over my shirt. I suddenly remembered that I had brought some coffee from home, so I turned on the kettle and made myself a cup of coffee. While the water was boiling I went into the bathroom to put on some make-up and fix my hair a little bit. My hair was always messy, but sometimes it was almost too messy. When the water had stopped boiling I poured it in my cup with a small amount of instant coffee in the bottom. I jumped up on my window sill and enjoyed my morning cigarette and my coffee. When both were done I grabbed my Chuck Taylors and my bag. I needed to find a supermarket.
As I was walking through the streets, not seeming to see a single supermarket I decided that I'd better go ask someone. An older woman walked past me. I turned around and poked her shoulder.
"Excuse me, but I'm new here and I need to do some grocery shopping. Can you tell me where the nearest supermarket is?" I asked her. She smiled at me, laid her hand on my shoulder and turned me around in the direction I had been going before I stopped her.
"Of course, honey. You just go right down this road and turn right and you'll find it." I noticed the small wrinkles in her face, the grey hairs on her head. She had very friendly eyes.
"Oh, thank you." I said and gave her a small smile.
"No problem, dear." She said and walked away. Not even my mum called me honey or dear. People seemed really polite in this place. I smiled and followed the directions she had given me and luckily I found the supermarket. I didn't exactly have the best sense of direction, but I managed.
I walked in and grabbed a cart walking around the aisles searching for the stuff I needed; breakfast, milk, more coffee, fruit and actual food. I had almost an entire cart load of food and had absolutely no idea how I was getting this home.
"Anything else, miss?" The cashier asked me. I looked around and thought; cigarettes.
"Yeah, a pack Marlboro Light, please." I said as I was finding my wallet. As I looked up I saw the same boy who was working at the pizza place I went to last night.
"Sure thing, love." He said to me and smiled. Dimples, I noticed.
"You work at a lot of places, huh?" I asked him while he was scanning my groceries.
"Well, yeah. I need the money, you know." He said and caught my eyes. Blue but with a hint of green. I looked down at his name tag; Harry Styles.
"That'll be130£." He said and smiled. He sure did smile a lot. I paid for the stuff and just as I was about to walk away I turned around.
"I guess I'll see you around then, Harry." He seemed kind of startled by me saying something but flashed me a smile and a chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess so." He returned his attention to the customer standing behind me. I had finished packing and could barely walk straight with all the bags of food. I did manage to get home without dropping anything.
As soon as everything was put in place I grabbed a bowl and poured myself some Fruit Loops. My absolute favorite. I sat down in my couch, found the book I was reading at the moment and ate my breakfast. I dropped my bowl of in the sink and went to my window to smoke another cigarette, still holding the book in my hand. I loved reading. I could get lost in a book for hours and not even notice the time. I sat on my window sill for a couple of hours reading "The Book Thief" By Markus Zusak. It was my favorite book of all time. I'd probably read it about ten times, but I just couldn't get sick of it.
Time went by fast and I could not catch up. It didn't even feel like there had gone 24 hours, but it was now seven o'clock again. I hopped into the kitchen trying to figure out what I wanted for dinner. I should probably have my first real dinner meal, I thought to myself. As I was standing there contemplating what to make, I heard my tummy make a loud noise. Almost like a dying whale or giraffe. I laughed to myself and found a pan. I hadn't really eaten much today, so I was starving once coming to think about it. I quickly sliced some vegetables and some chicken and put it all together in the pan. I cooked some noodles on the side, and all of a sudden I had a real meal. I sat down at my small dining table with a large glass of milk. I always drank milk to my dinner. I'd done it since I was a child.
When I had finished I did the dishes and sat back down one the window sill thinking about what this new school was all about and how it would be. I was accepted in the music line and I couldn't wait to be around other people who actually played music rather than just listening to whatever was on the radio. I had played the piano for a total of four years and not to brag or anything, but seeing as I had only played for a rather short period of time, I was rather good. Back home I often got invited to play at weddings. Some people wanted the whole romantic experience with just a simple piano playing in the background of the ceremony rather than a big band. Don't get me wrong I love big bands, they're absolutely wonderful, but I sort of understood them. It was a subtle thing to have plain piano music playing at a wedding.
There's still a week left until school starts and I'm excited, sure. But I'm still kind of nervous. Nervous about what kind of people go to this school; if they're all stuck up musicians, who think that they're better than everyone. Or if they are actually really nice people who just love playing music and creating this wonderful community combining everyone's love for music.
Of course there might be more than one of these types, but I sure do hope that the latter over rules the first.