The Audition – Chapter 2
Loren left Zoey waiting in line, and headed to the parking garage to get his car. It was cool outside and so he slipped his hands into the pockets of his black Corneliani double collar jacket, and felt the slip of paper with Zoey's number on it. He walked to his shiny black Mercedes-benz S550 sedan, and got in. He started the engine, paid his toll, and left the garage. As he drove home, he thought of a sweet line of poetry to recite for her. She had always love his poetry.
Zoey's felt her audition went well as she walked out of the building. She felt the cold and slipped her hands into the pockets of her short dark red Betsey Johnson coat. The slip of paper in her pocket made her anxious to get home. She couldn't wait to hear his voice again. She rushed to the parking garage and got into her 2007 blue Toyota Prius. Her 1966 robin's egg blue VW bug had died last year and as much as she had loved it, she wanted to find something that suited her needs and was a bit newer and easier to take care of, so when she found the Toyota Prius, she knew she had found the car for her.
Anxious as she was to get home, she fumbled a bit with the money to pay her toll before leaving the parking garage. As soon as she made it out onto the road however, the trip to her Jackson Heights apartment in Queens was smooth despite the later afternoon rush. Zoey made it home in record time, even with a quick stop at the local market to grab the few groceries she needed for the next couple days. She pulled into the parking garage across from her building, parked her car, gathered her groceries, and headed across the street to her building.
Zoey took the elevator up to her apartment on the 3rd floor, set the groceries down, found her key and unlocked the door. She grabbed up all her groceries and squeezed in the door, and closed it gently with her foot. She walked into the kitchen and set the groceries on the island counter. She slipped off her coat and hung it in the hall closet. Walking back to the kitchen, she stopped at the little table by the kitchen where she kept her phone and answering machine. She saw there were two messages on the machine and anxiously pressed the button.
The first was from the casting directors who had watched her audition earlier that afternoon. They wanted her to come for a second audition. The second message was an unknown number. The caller recited a piece of poetry that was one of Zoey's favorites. The Fairy Song by William Shakespeare. The poetic cadence of the voice left her little doubt who the message was from.
"Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours; In those freckles live their savours; I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear."
His silky sexy voice made her melt. It was as if he was right there reciting it for her. She was so breathless that it took a moment before she remembered she had to put away the groceries that she had brought home. As soon as she had finished putting her groceries away, she poured her daily glass of blood-laced red wine, got the slip of paper with Loren's number on it from her jacket pocket in the closet, settled down on the small sofa, and dialed the number.