Entry #7
It appears it has been a while since I've written in this journal. My hands have been busy with work and some personal matters.
Alfred and I have been dating ever since my last entry. That night we went out to eat was magical. I never thought it would be so fun to eat out with him. Learning more and engaging in such joyful conversations with the git was honestly the best thing I have ever experienced in my life.
He told me loads about himself and I shared loads about myself. It surprised me how open I became when I told him my story. I told him all about mum and my brothers and how my dad left us and how my older brother, Allistor, was the head man in the house and even told him how annoyed I was with being in the U.S. at first. Usually, I'm reserved and only give out specially selected information rather than freely run my mouth. Yet, when I'm with Alfred, I feel totally safe and have no worries.
Well, beside my love life, my job has been treating me well, too.
We've gotten so many cases done it began to astonish the locals. News about how quick and clever we are had begun to spread and we've been requested more and more on each upcoming case. To think, I was sitting bored and with nothing to do back in England because there were no cases where now I'm here in the U.S. trying to juggle every thrown at me.
I digress... Just writing about it is beginning to stress me out. No matters though, Alfred and I are working together and we get them done very quick despite what the contents are.
Oh, I just remembered. Alfred told me he got us tickets to go see this well-known musical on Broadway tonight. Apparently it's a show called 'Hamilton' and it's about the life story of a founding father. It doesn't sound too interesting for my taste but the tickets were incredibly hard to get and I would never bail on something like this since Alfred did so much to get them.
Hm... I'll write about how it goes later tonight. Right now, I need to focus on writing up a report for a case we just finished. This journal entry was and excuse to procrastinate, in all honesty.
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We just got back from the show and I am tired.
Tired both from the long night and tired from bawling my eyes out till I was dehydrated.
Hamilton was spectacular. At first, I didn't find it too interesting but throughout the show it took my breath away. All the lighting and dances and lyrics and music– everything was fantastic. However, the King George character ticked me off just a tad seeing how the accent was so overdone. Alfred jabbed me in the ribs and kept whispering, "Hey look, it's you!" every time that pompous bloke came on stage.
But, the show itself wasn't the only thing that made my night. What also made my night was seeing Alfred smile in awe at the actors on stage. To see his brilliant blue eyes light up at every note and word that emitted from the stage. It was a joy to see him so happy; so cheerful. To see him happy made me the happiest man on the planet.
It's almost past midnight and I am writing this before I sleep. Although, I doubt I will get much sleep since Alfred keeps rapping about guns and ships nonstop and it's keeping me awake. I swear, if he doesn't shut up I will shove one of my scones in his mouth– that usually does the trick.
- A. Kirkland