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Chapter 8: New York
Addie´s POV:
I looked out of the small window of the plane with tired eyes and saw that we finally reached the US. It was amazingly beautiful outside when you looked to the ground where you could begin to see small cars driving around as the plane lowered. I had a hard time preventing myself from humming the tunes when my favourite song – Fences by Paramore – played in my iPod. My mom had told me when I first started hearing their songs that the lead singer of Paramore was her cousin. I had to be the luckiest Paramore fan ever – I was related to her and I was going to stay with her in the time where I was attending Juilliard. The plane slowly landed and I felt the excitement grow bigger and bigger – it almost hurt in the pit of my stomach.
The plane landed and I walked to get my luggage. I stood there by the doors biting my lower lip nervously as I looked around for Line Sofie. I spotted her then coming through the great door to the airport. She walked over to me and smiled. "Sorry, I´m late, I´m so proud of you that you got in!" she exclaimed and hugged me. I hadn´t actually seen her in years. "Thank you," I told her and smiled. I was quite shy right now though it wasn´t something I usually was. "Let´s get you home, you must be exhausted," she told me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder leading me through the airport and into her car outside. I was surprised at the little car. You would have thought since she had made so much money in her career that she had a greater car, but that was the way she was. She wanted to be different and that was the way I wanted to be too. She was my idol.
She got into the front seat and drove to her apartment in which I had never been. I was amazed at the great apartment. When you first got through the door, you stepped into the living room. There was a fireplace with a lot of weird things hanging around. On the wall opposite of the big flat screen TV, Paramore´s gold and platinum records were hanging framed with the design of "The Final Riot" cover. "Let me show you around, this is the living room, obviously the coolest place in my house," she said with a huge grin. I laughed. "This is one of my favourite things in my house," she pointed at the huge Johnny Cash painting on the wall. "Wow," I said and laughed again. She walked over to the bright red couch by the opposite wall. "I got this couch because we have red couch on the cover of our CD," she explained and I pictured the CD that I had bought years ago. I loved that CD. On the wall above the couch, she and a friend had put up five pieces of black card board on which there was written with a white marker: "Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too..." and in the lower right corner of the last black card board, there was written a little continuation of the text: "...but perhaps it was only an echo". Hayley smiled at me. "It´s the last lines from the book: "The Giver"." She told me. I didn´t know that book but smiled anyway. "It´s a 6 dollar art piece," she laughed. I laughed too. I looked at the fireplace again and noticed the little black handwritten letters on the white surface. "Love is a burning thing" it said. "Appropriate over the fireplace, huh?" she said with a grin. "It´s Johnny Cash," she continued.
She then let me down the hall and into her room. It was quite small but she still managed to get bed and a piano in there. She walked into her small walk-in closet. It was very small with racks and racks of cloths. "There´s an explanation for this mess she said and smiled. "When we went on tour I didn´t know how much to pack and when you don´t wash cloths – at least, I don´t – you have to go out and buy some new cloths and then you end up bringing more cloths home than you brought with you," she smiled. I laughed. She walked by me and out of the closet and looked at the unmade bed. "I didn´t make it for you, I never make my bed," she smiled. She walked over to the chest of drawers beside her bed. "An old teacup, oh, this guy...rules, see, he´s got a guitar instead of a gun," she showed me the little toy soldier. She showed me the other little things that she had placed on the chest of drawers, a blue teddy bear, a weird mask, an old lamp and an old Spiderman cartoon.
She then sat down by the piano and played a few tunes. "This was my grandfather´s piano, I got it...erm," she stopped and sighed as she played a few more tunes. "Well, actually it´s a long story, because he used to play it for me all the time when I was a kid, and I didn´t want him to give it to me, because I wanted him to have and keep playing it, but..." she stopped again and played a few tunes again. "...he wanted me to have it, so I took it and out in this tiny room," she told me and looked around in the room.
She then let me back to the living room. She stopped in front of her dining table which was a simple light brown tree surface with metal legs and two chairs matching. "I was looking for something special but all found was sort of messed up so I ended up spending my money this way," she said and stepped away from the table which had a bouquet of flowers placed in the middle and other stuff placed on it. Then she walked into the kitchen. I looked around. On top of the top cupboards there were thirteen bird houses. She pointed at one that was painted with black and white horizontal stripes. "I painted that one, it´s got lyrics from "Birdhouse in your soul" by "They might be giants," she told me and smiled. She had always been really creative, no doubts about that. She then grabbed a box from the kitchen table. "I got sick, and someone gave me this," she told me and showed me the box. "It´s hundred-and-one cookie cutter set," she told me and grinned.
She opened the refrigerator and looked inside it. She got out a bottle of champagne. "I don´t drink," she started, "because it´s not really good for your voice and throat because it can be really drying, so erm...so I keep this to make myself look like I drink," she said and placed the champagne bottle back in the refrigerator. "Well, this is my house, Well, it´s an apartment but it´s a home for me," she said and twirled around once. I laughed. "Well, it´s nice," I told her and smiled. "Let me show you to your room," she told me and placed a hand around my back and grabbed the last of my bags from the floor. "This used to be Julia´s, you know?" she said and sighed. I felt bad immediately remembering little Julia. Julia was Line Sofie´s and Taylor´s daughter who had been born with a bad heart and died of it only 4 years old. She was the cutest little girl with short curly brown hair and she loved to run around and laugh. She was always being teased by the guys from the band. It had been Julia´s death that tore Line Sofie´s heart into a million pieces and made the band break apart.
The room was almost identical to Line Sofie´s room, well, except from the piano but there were still a lot of small weird things in there like a whole collection of small Barbie dolls and old cartoons. I smiled to myself as I flopped down on the bed which I got surprised how soft it was. Line Sofie laughed. "Get some sleep," she told me and smiled. "Tomorrow will be a long day," she continued. "Tomorrow? But there´s a week till we start?" I was confused. "You don´t expect me to not show around, come on, this is New York!" she laughed and twirled around before leaving the room closing the door after her. I laughed to myself and changed into my shorts and T-shirt which I normally slept in. I crawled back into bed and snuggled in.
