Chapter 2 - Addictive Habits and Potential Stalkers

January 21, 2009 – Washington

Rory walked into her hotel room, shutting the door behind with relief. Today has been filled with so much activity and the end results of Obama's nomination had been worth it. She was there when history was shaped and happened. The ball was amazing; she could still hear the velvet tones of Beyonce singing "At last" in her head. It was moments like this that she longed for him. She had to hold herself so that she didn't breakdown during the inauguration ball, but now that she was in the sanctity of her hotel room, she broke down. She collapsed and slunk against the door until she was sitting on the carpet with her back to the door. She was weeping so hard that she could hardly breathe.

She needed so desperately to hear his voice, just to hear him breathe, sigh or laugh. She needed to feel alive. She took out her phone from her purse and began to dial his number into her phone by heart, dialling his number just to hear his voice.

She had done this once in a while in the past 3 – 6 months when the pain consumed her. She never said anything when he picked up, only needing to hear his voice. She now understood why stalkers did this; it was an addiction, a drug.

The line didn't go through instead she was advised that the number she had dialled did not exist.

She tried the number again and again, till her fingers were nearly bleeding from the exertion but got the same answer.

She shouted in aghast and horror, "Noooooooooooooo!" With great force, she slung her phone across the room and broke down into sobs, until she drifted into a painless stupor on the carpeted hotel floor.

Rory woke up with a creak in her neck and feathered pains on her cheek; she was groggy and disoriented. The accounts of the previous night came flooding back as she gradually gained consciousness. She gently collected herself and gradually lifted her body slowly from the floor until she was standing up. She looked at her watch; it was 6 in the morning and she had to get ready for work and finish today's byline reporting on last nights events.

As she gradually paced through the room in preparation, she tried desperately to push out the fact that she could no longer call him to hear his voice.

Rory was hard at work typing away on her laptop. She had just covered the moment, the moment Obama got elected to his being sworn in as president, his echoes of "Yes we can" echoed in her mind constantly, often left her drained.

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While this writing I had my own soundtrack that inspired me, my choices are not necessarily what Amy Sherman Palladino would choose however I think the emotions invoked by the songs fits my theme and chapter.

Soundtrack Chapter 2

1. At Last by Beyonce

2. I Miss You by Aaliyah