Falling Slowly: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: I Can’t Get No Satisfaction
It’s been two years since the production Wicked ended. And since then, I was given bigger roles for different productions that came after Wicked, and started touring the whole United States of America and will probably travel outside the countries in no time.
I’m here now, sitting as a passenger of a plane going to New York from California for the next production in Broadway. I was referred by Ma’am Lolita after several productions within the year. And I’m finally here.
For the first half an hour in the trip, I was sitting on my chair relaxed, surrounded by silence and a little murmurs of the passengers around me and the pretty-faced, brunette, tall and skinny stewardess once in awhile.
But after about half an hour, the man of about 30’s, who was sitting beside me, got a TV Guide magazine from his black handbag. He was probably a businessman because he was dressed up in suits. Why did he take the middle-classed plane? I’m not even sure what he looked like. I was embarrassed to look at people’s faces when I didn’t know them.
The cover of the magazine was some artist from the most recent popular primetime show. He flipped the page anyway one by one, slowly. I watched him flip each pages. He got to the halfway of the magazine and I realized how much I haven’t been watching TV, even American Idol.
I’ve been busy with different productions and it’s been weeks I haven’t watched a lot of episodes. It made me wonder what has been happening in American Idol. Then I remembered Adam.
How is he? Is he still in American Idol? Has he been eliminated? No, can’t be. But how good has he been doing?
Does he still remember me? Or is he too preoccupied by where he is now and by the people around him? Has he met someone he might actually develop feelings for? Is he still even single?
Okay, horrifying questions. I don’t even want to think about other girls with him. But seriously, I want to talk to him. But I wasn’t so sure how I can have contact with him again.
I probably wouldn’t have chance with him anymore, even hoping to talk to him now. He might meet or might have already met someone along the way. He’s with different kinds of women everyday now that he’s competing in American Idol. He’ll meet lots of pretty women with a hot body, perfect for a model. Then by the time he gets discovered and gets his own career with music, he’ll be meeting lots of rich, famous, and goodlooking women who’ll surely love him. He was a total hottie, seriously.
While me? I’m probably going to meet a theatre actor like me; talented, goodlooking, and someone who would love me for who I am and sincere about his own feelings. But it still quite scares me to meet other men while I had feelings for someone else. But it’s not that I had strong feelings for Adam. I just have a crush on him.
Anyway after thinking of these things, I totally forgot about the time and saw that we were about to land. We were finally in New York City. It was around one in the afternoon when we landed. I was pretty excited to get off, feeling impatient from sitting for awhile on the same place without standing at all.
We got out of the plane, heading to the inside of the airport. Inside looked so much like a hotel or a really sophisticated shopping centre with all the nice beige walls pleasant in the eyes, glass all over the hallway where you can see the outside part of the airport, and smooth, marble floor of light grey and white. I kept going through the hall until I went to a hall with a lounge. I knew that was near the main entrance of the airport. When I got to one of the maroon, comfortable couches, I put my carry-on bag down on the couch and spotted one of the travel agents working in the airport. I approached the travel agent. He was probably at his middle 20’s, typical American with black, clean-cut hair, dressed in his black uniform similar to what the pilots wear.
“Uhm, excuse me,” I said with my normal tone with all the finesse.
“Yes?” The agent replied with really clear English. He had nice speaking voice so gentle.
“I would like to know where we can claim our baggage.”
“Oh! I see. Let me assist you, ma’am.”
He walked ahead of me, and I walked behind him. We went on the opposite side of the hall of where I came from. We walked the hall for about less than one minute and spotted a crowded area. They were claiming their luggage.
After I got my luggage, I thanked the agent and headed to the main entrance of the airport. The sunlight was nice and pretty warm outside, but I figured it was low in temperature. I waited for a cab by the entrance of the airport. As I waited for a vacant cab, I started to wonder if the others were already here. Ma’am Lolita mentioned that we, the whole crew going to Broadway, would be taking separate flights since we all got our tickets on a separate time. They’re probably arriving tomorrow or tonight. Whatever. I thought to myself.
On the next few minutes, I found myself sitting inside the backseat of the taxi. The driver was pretty nice. He talked to me with a friendly approach. He was pretty old with all the gray hair and wore glasses. I just answered, smiling and responding a bit to acknowledge him that I was listening to what he was saying. I wasn’t sure how long I was in the taxi. He was talkative. He kept talking about the city, himself, and his family all throughout the trip until I got off to the nearest hotel from Broadway. He loved his family so much. While he talked about himself, I talked a bit about my career on stage and why I was in the city.
“It was nice talking to you.” I said, handing my fair over to the bubbly driver as I smiled at him.
“No problem, lad. I hope I get to catch your productions one of these days!” The driver laughed.
I got off on the entrance of the lobby of the hotel as the driver of the taxi drove off, blowing his horn one last time as a greeting.
The hotel lobby was really sophisticated and classy. The whole hallway was covered with red carpet and there was a chandelier hanging just above the booking area. I was awed, until a bellboy came to assist me.
“Ma’am, may I help you?” The bellboy questioned me as he flashed a nice smile.
“Uhm, I would like to book myself in. I am an actress referred by Ma’am Lolita Williams to be booked here.” I explained because Ma’am Lolita had told me that she had a room for me reserved in this hotel.
“Ah, is that so? Please wait a moment.” He went to the booking area and got a black, leathered logbook that had the logo of the hotel from the desk. He opened it and flipped some pages. Then, he looked through a page and turned to me. “Ma’am, may I know your name?”
“Odessa Rochefort.”
“I see. Are you French?” He asked me, still looking at the logbook.
“Uh, yes, half, my father is French.”
“That’s very nice. Your name is here.”
I was assisted by a woman who was one of those in charge of all the guests in the hotel. She also had this really nice uniform that had the stewardess-look or whatever. She had black hair tied up in bun neatly and she was a little bit smaller than me. She was probably half Asian. She was white and had black eyes with pretty long eye lines. She smiled at me. “My name is Elaine.”
“I see.” I replied, walking beside her. She glanced at my luggage.
“Ma’am, let me help you with your luggage.” She said, taking the handle of my black leathered luggage.
“Just call me Odessa.” I smiled, with a calm tone.
“Alright,”
“I don’t like too much formality.” I commented.
“Is that so? I was just doing my job as a service to our guests.” She explained.
“Oh, well just call me with a ‘ma’am’ if someone from the hotel is around. But if we’re just the two of us, don’t be too formal.”
She replied with a smile and went inside the elevator. It was hard to tell the color of the elevator door because it was shiny. I could see my reflection on the door of the elevator. But I believe the elevator was silver. We got inside the elevator. The walls of the elevator were mirrors. It looked really classy, just like the lobby of the hotel.
Ting,
We got to the 15th floor. How many floors are there, seriously? I thought to myself. There were two corners in the floor outside the elevator. Just like the lobby and all the other areas I’ve seen in the hotel, the carpet was red, Persian carpet. We turned left from the elevator. We kept going straight through the hallway. There were lamps hanging on the walls and it looked really romantic. We stopped on front of a door near the end of the hall. We stopped in room 1527.
“Odessa, here’s your room.” Elaine said as she put a key through the keyhole. I watched her as she turned the key and it clicked. She turned the doorknob 180° and the door opened. And the room was beautiful. The floor was marble white and the room was lighted by a huge chandelier in the middle. As I went in to the inner part of the room, there was a queen-sized bed in the middle of the huge room. The bed had silk bed covers. There were two bed-tables on both sides of the bed. There were lamps on top of the tables and a telephone on the left side-table of the bed. And there was a brown, wooden TV rack on front of the TV with a flat-screen TV placed on it.
Great, I have a TV of my own. I thought feeling delighted.
At the end of the room, there’s a huge glass where you can see the view outside. People who are acrophobic are surely to dislike the view. You can almost see the city, or even the other side of the city. The view is beautiful. Across the huge glass, there is a closet, and a couch near the closet. The bathroom was on the other side. The door was white with a gold doorknob. The floor of the bathroom was white tiles with a round, white sink with gold faucet. There was an off-white shower curtain and behind it was a nice, round bathtub with gold shower. It looked really relaxing.
After examining the bathroom, I went out to see that Elaine was still there.
“Odessa, if you have any concerns, please feel free to ring the phone. The directory is beside the telephone.” She said, pointing at the black booklet beside the phone.
“Thanks.”
“Well, I have to get back to work.”
“Oh, right.” I laughed.
“See you later then.” Elaine said, leaving the room.
As I gazed at the marvelous room, I was accompanied by silence. Then, I started to think about the others whom I was supposed to meet maybe tomorrow. Were they already here? Are they going to contact me?
Oh well. Maybe I should call Ma’am Lolita.
I stood up to get my organizer from my bag to check for the telephone number of Ma’am Lolita. I got my blue and white polka-dotted notebook and flipped through the pages as I sat down the bed. When I found it, I stretched my arm to reach for the white telephone. I held the phone to my ear as I heard the dial tone ringing to my ear. “Hello?” A familiar voice answered the phone. There were some speaking voices on the background.
“Uhm, hello, Ma’am Lolita,”
“Oh, Odessa, I believe you’re in the hotel now, correct?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I just got here.”
“I see. The others should be arriving tonight and the rest will be arriving tomorrow morning. I will be with the rest arriving tomorrow morning. You should go check the Broadway theatre when you have time and check on the crew there.” Ma’am Lolita suggested.
“Uh, yeah, I guess that helps. Ma’am, I just wanted you to know that I was here, that’s all.”
“I see, I see. Well at least I know you got there safely. You just take your time and relax for today and tomorrow. We will be starting on Thursday.”
“I understand.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
“Goodbye.”
Then we hung up. She mentioned that we would all start rehearsals and everything on Thursday. That means it was Tuesday today. I sighed and realized it was American Idol tomorrow. The thought reminded me of Adam again and it depressed me.
I wasn’t sure how Adam’s been doing. I started to feel the urge to find him. But I knew he was busy now that he’s on American Idol.
I wanted to keep myself busy from crazy and gloomy thoughts. Staying in my room with just silence as my company made me feel all gloomy, thinking of Adam. So I decided to go out to explore more of New York. Shopping was the best thing to do now.
There were lots of nice shops to look around. All the shops, big or small, were all fancy. Lots of clothes caught my attention, I ended up buying them.
Anyway, going off around the city wasn’t a good idea either. I entered a coffee shop to have a cup of tea and saw this magazine. It was the same magazine that the man in the plane was reading. I sighed, looking at the cover of the magazine. I tried not to mind about what I just saw. But it was so hard to not mind it. There were two women among the customers talking about American Idol.
“Oh my gosh, have you been watching American Idol?” A blonde, local woman said.
“Yep, I’ve been watching.” A brunette replied, sipping on her teacup.
“That Adam Lambert guy, he seems gay.” The blonde said.
“I think so too.” The brunette stated her insight on the hottie.
“H-He’s not gay!” I stood up from my chair and protested. All the customers, even the workers of the shop, stared up in surprise. “I met him and worked with him two years ago. He’s a really sweet guy. In fact, he’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet!” I continued anyway. I felt the eyes of astonishment from the two women. One of the waiters approached me and held my shoulder to calm me down because he saw my fist hitting the table because I was really against the conclusion people made about Adam.
“No, I’m okay. Thank you.” I just walked out of the coffee shop, feeling sheepish about what I just did and hoped the two women won’t remember my face.
I ran to my room, trying hard not to think about what I just did in the coffee shop. I sighed, thinking deeply.
The whole day, I tried to avoid thinking about what I did in the coffee shop, but it just kept playing through my mind that I couldn’t remember what happened the whole day except for the fact that my other friends were already in the same hotel. I switched the TV on. I heard a knock on the door then.
Knock-knock,
“Yes? Come in.” I replied to the knock on the door.
It was Celine, my best friend among the crew members.
“Hey, Dessie, what’s up? You haven’t been out of your room since after we had dinner.
“Yeah, I was just thinking of a lot of things.”
“Like what, Adam?” Celine knew my likings for Adam. I had told her about it after the thanksgiving party from Wicked.
“Well, that’s one.” Then I shared to her about what I did in the coffee shop today. Celine laughed loud.
“Why did you shout out people you don’t know?! That’s crazy!”
“I just didn’t like their conclusion! I just defended.”
“You didn’t have to defend him, honey. They would know what kind of person he is eventually.”
“Yeah, but…”
“No buts, let’s just watch.” She took the remote and started channel browsing. “Oh, wait. It’s American Idol now.”
I looked at the clock to see that it was 8:05pm. So Celine changed the channel and put it on where American Idol was showing.
It was top 13. I was surprised to see it was already that far. They were still starting when I last watched it. Now I knew I missed LOTS of episodes.
“You know, I like that Danny Gokey guy. He’s really good and I think he’s charming.” Celine stated.
Indeed, Danny was a charming, 29year-old widower. He was pitiful, losing his wife three weeks before the competition started. But that didn’t change my feelings towards Adam because Adam was always going to be Adam no matter what.
The episode tonight featured the King of Pop, none other than Michael Jackson. Danny Gokey came out, dressed in a light brown jacket and red polo inside with black pants. He sat on a chair looking all relaxed. And the mid-slow intro of P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) started. Danny’s voice was amazing. It was captivating and it was easy to catch attention. He was probably one of my favorite contestants in the competition. My best friend who sat beside me liked him a lot.
“I told you he was charming.” Celine said flipping her shoulder leveled curly gold hair as if flirting, and blinking her eyes.
“Yeah, he is.” I admitted because it was true.
Other contestants were good too. I found Allison Iraheta really cool. Kris Allen was fine. And the rest didn’t catch my attention so well.
And finally, Adam was the next to perform. He was performing Black or White. Adam looked really stunning with his blue leather jacket with his grey shirt and fitted dark blue jeans with a chain hanging from his right pocket. And the cross necklace and the black choker looked really brilliant on him. He was breath-taking. He did Michael Jackson really well. It was awesome, in fact. He really caught almost all the expressions in Black or White, and even added his own adlibs. It was wonderful. I’m looking forward to seeing Adam win the competition a few months from now.
The show was over and with nothing to watch, I turned off the TV. Celine still kept me company in my room. She suddenly stared at me with a smug on her face.
“I know what you’re thinking now.” She stated with a huge grin from the side of her. Her deep dimples were obvious.
“What?” I said, trying not to show I was annoyed by her grin and her tone of understatement.
“You have this urge to speak to Adam, don’t you?”
I didn’t say anything. I looked away sheepishly because it was true. I wasn’t content with watching Adam on TV and not being able to speak to him. I longed to talk and see him, because I’ve only talked to him for a short while the last time I saw him which was two years ago. Getting to work with him for a few weeks didn’t get me content. In fact, I didn’t like the fact of JUST watching him on TV and not getting to talk to him at all was a total discontentment for me. Indeed, I just couldn’t get any satisfaction from how my relationship with Adam was. I longed for him, the farther I felt like he was.
It’s been two years since the production Wicked ended. And since then, I was given bigger roles for different productions that came after Wicked, and started touring the whole United States of America and will probably travel outside the countries in no time.
I’m here now, sitting as a passenger of a plane going to New York from California for the next production in Broadway. I was referred by Ma’am Lolita after several productions within the year. And I’m finally here.
For the first half an hour in the trip, I was sitting on my chair relaxed, surrounded by silence and a little murmurs of the passengers around me and the pretty-faced, brunette, tall and skinny stewardess once in awhile.
But after about half an hour, the man of about 30’s, who was sitting beside me, got a TV Guide magazine from his black handbag. He was probably a businessman because he was dressed up in suits. Why did he take the middle-classed plane? I’m not even sure what he looked like. I was embarrassed to look at people’s faces when I didn’t know them.
The cover of the magazine was some artist from the most recent popular primetime show. He flipped the page anyway one by one, slowly. I watched him flip each pages. He got to the halfway of the magazine and I realized how much I haven’t been watching TV, even American Idol.
I’ve been busy with different productions and it’s been weeks I haven’t watched a lot of episodes. It made me wonder what has been happening in American Idol. Then I remembered Adam.
How is he? Is he still in American Idol? Has he been eliminated? No, can’t be. But how good has he been doing?
Does he still remember me? Or is he too preoccupied by where he is now and by the people around him? Has he met someone he might actually develop feelings for? Is he still even single?
Okay, horrifying questions. I don’t even want to think about other girls with him. But seriously, I want to talk to him. But I wasn’t so sure how I can have contact with him again.
I probably wouldn’t have chance with him anymore, even hoping to talk to him now. He might meet or might have already met someone along the way. He’s with different kinds of women everyday now that he’s competing in American Idol. He’ll meet lots of pretty women with a hot body, perfect for a model. Then by the time he gets discovered and gets his own career with music, he’ll be meeting lots of rich, famous, and goodlooking women who’ll surely love him. He was a total hottie, seriously.
While me? I’m probably going to meet a theatre actor like me; talented, goodlooking, and someone who would love me for who I am and sincere about his own feelings. But it still quite scares me to meet other men while I had feelings for someone else. But it’s not that I had strong feelings for Adam. I just have a crush on him.
Anyway after thinking of these things, I totally forgot about the time and saw that we were about to land. We were finally in New York City. It was around one in the afternoon when we landed. I was pretty excited to get off, feeling impatient from sitting for awhile on the same place without standing at all.
We got out of the plane, heading to the inside of the airport. Inside looked so much like a hotel or a really sophisticated shopping centre with all the nice beige walls pleasant in the eyes, glass all over the hallway where you can see the outside part of the airport, and smooth, marble floor of light grey and white. I kept going through the hall until I went to a hall with a lounge. I knew that was near the main entrance of the airport. When I got to one of the maroon, comfortable couches, I put my carry-on bag down on the couch and spotted one of the travel agents working in the airport. I approached the travel agent. He was probably at his middle 20’s, typical American with black, clean-cut hair, dressed in his black uniform similar to what the pilots wear.
“Uhm, excuse me,” I said with my normal tone with all the finesse.
“Yes?” The agent replied with really clear English. He had nice speaking voice so gentle.
“I would like to know where we can claim our baggage.”
“Oh! I see. Let me assist you, ma’am.”
He walked ahead of me, and I walked behind him. We went on the opposite side of the hall of where I came from. We walked the hall for about less than one minute and spotted a crowded area. They were claiming their luggage.
After I got my luggage, I thanked the agent and headed to the main entrance of the airport. The sunlight was nice and pretty warm outside, but I figured it was low in temperature. I waited for a cab by the entrance of the airport. As I waited for a vacant cab, I started to wonder if the others were already here. Ma’am Lolita mentioned that we, the whole crew going to Broadway, would be taking separate flights since we all got our tickets on a separate time. They’re probably arriving tomorrow or tonight. Whatever. I thought to myself.
On the next few minutes, I found myself sitting inside the backseat of the taxi. The driver was pretty nice. He talked to me with a friendly approach. He was pretty old with all the gray hair and wore glasses. I just answered, smiling and responding a bit to acknowledge him that I was listening to what he was saying. I wasn’t sure how long I was in the taxi. He was talkative. He kept talking about the city, himself, and his family all throughout the trip until I got off to the nearest hotel from Broadway. He loved his family so much. While he talked about himself, I talked a bit about my career on stage and why I was in the city.
“It was nice talking to you.” I said, handing my fair over to the bubbly driver as I smiled at him.
“No problem, lad. I hope I get to catch your productions one of these days!” The driver laughed.
I got off on the entrance of the lobby of the hotel as the driver of the taxi drove off, blowing his horn one last time as a greeting.
The hotel lobby was really sophisticated and classy. The whole hallway was covered with red carpet and there was a chandelier hanging just above the booking area. I was awed, until a bellboy came to assist me.
“Ma’am, may I help you?” The bellboy questioned me as he flashed a nice smile.
“Uhm, I would like to book myself in. I am an actress referred by Ma’am Lolita Williams to be booked here.” I explained because Ma’am Lolita had told me that she had a room for me reserved in this hotel.
“Ah, is that so? Please wait a moment.” He went to the booking area and got a black, leathered logbook that had the logo of the hotel from the desk. He opened it and flipped some pages. Then, he looked through a page and turned to me. “Ma’am, may I know your name?”
“Odessa Rochefort.”
“I see. Are you French?” He asked me, still looking at the logbook.
“Uh, yes, half, my father is French.”
“That’s very nice. Your name is here.”
I was assisted by a woman who was one of those in charge of all the guests in the hotel. She also had this really nice uniform that had the stewardess-look or whatever. She had black hair tied up in bun neatly and she was a little bit smaller than me. She was probably half Asian. She was white and had black eyes with pretty long eye lines. She smiled at me. “My name is Elaine.”
“I see.” I replied, walking beside her. She glanced at my luggage.
“Ma’am, let me help you with your luggage.” She said, taking the handle of my black leathered luggage.
“Just call me Odessa.” I smiled, with a calm tone.
“Alright,”
“I don’t like too much formality.” I commented.
“Is that so? I was just doing my job as a service to our guests.” She explained.
“Oh, well just call me with a ‘ma’am’ if someone from the hotel is around. But if we’re just the two of us, don’t be too formal.”
She replied with a smile and went inside the elevator. It was hard to tell the color of the elevator door because it was shiny. I could see my reflection on the door of the elevator. But I believe the elevator was silver. We got inside the elevator. The walls of the elevator were mirrors. It looked really classy, just like the lobby of the hotel.
Ting,
We got to the 15th floor. How many floors are there, seriously? I thought to myself. There were two corners in the floor outside the elevator. Just like the lobby and all the other areas I’ve seen in the hotel, the carpet was red, Persian carpet. We turned left from the elevator. We kept going straight through the hallway. There were lamps hanging on the walls and it looked really romantic. We stopped on front of a door near the end of the hall. We stopped in room 1527.
“Odessa, here’s your room.” Elaine said as she put a key through the keyhole. I watched her as she turned the key and it clicked. She turned the doorknob 180° and the door opened. And the room was beautiful. The floor was marble white and the room was lighted by a huge chandelier in the middle. As I went in to the inner part of the room, there was a queen-sized bed in the middle of the huge room. The bed had silk bed covers. There were two bed-tables on both sides of the bed. There were lamps on top of the tables and a telephone on the left side-table of the bed. And there was a brown, wooden TV rack on front of the TV with a flat-screen TV placed on it.
Great, I have a TV of my own. I thought feeling delighted.
At the end of the room, there’s a huge glass where you can see the view outside. People who are acrophobic are surely to dislike the view. You can almost see the city, or even the other side of the city. The view is beautiful. Across the huge glass, there is a closet, and a couch near the closet. The bathroom was on the other side. The door was white with a gold doorknob. The floor of the bathroom was white tiles with a round, white sink with gold faucet. There was an off-white shower curtain and behind it was a nice, round bathtub with gold shower. It looked really relaxing.
After examining the bathroom, I went out to see that Elaine was still there.
“Odessa, if you have any concerns, please feel free to ring the phone. The directory is beside the telephone.” She said, pointing at the black booklet beside the phone.
“Thanks.”
“Well, I have to get back to work.”
“Oh, right.” I laughed.
“See you later then.” Elaine said, leaving the room.
As I gazed at the marvelous room, I was accompanied by silence. Then, I started to think about the others whom I was supposed to meet maybe tomorrow. Were they already here? Are they going to contact me?
Oh well. Maybe I should call Ma’am Lolita.
I stood up to get my organizer from my bag to check for the telephone number of Ma’am Lolita. I got my blue and white polka-dotted notebook and flipped through the pages as I sat down the bed. When I found it, I stretched my arm to reach for the white telephone. I held the phone to my ear as I heard the dial tone ringing to my ear. “Hello?” A familiar voice answered the phone. There were some speaking voices on the background.
“Uhm, hello, Ma’am Lolita,”
“Oh, Odessa, I believe you’re in the hotel now, correct?”
“Yes, Ma’am, I just got here.”
“I see. The others should be arriving tonight and the rest will be arriving tomorrow morning. I will be with the rest arriving tomorrow morning. You should go check the Broadway theatre when you have time and check on the crew there.” Ma’am Lolita suggested.
“Uh, yeah, I guess that helps. Ma’am, I just wanted you to know that I was here, that’s all.”
“I see, I see. Well at least I know you got there safely. You just take your time and relax for today and tomorrow. We will be starting on Thursday.”
“I understand.”
“Good. I’ll see you then.”
“Goodbye.”
Then we hung up. She mentioned that we would all start rehearsals and everything on Thursday. That means it was Tuesday today. I sighed and realized it was American Idol tomorrow. The thought reminded me of Adam again and it depressed me.
I wasn’t sure how Adam’s been doing. I started to feel the urge to find him. But I knew he was busy now that he’s on American Idol.
I wanted to keep myself busy from crazy and gloomy thoughts. Staying in my room with just silence as my company made me feel all gloomy, thinking of Adam. So I decided to go out to explore more of New York. Shopping was the best thing to do now.
There were lots of nice shops to look around. All the shops, big or small, were all fancy. Lots of clothes caught my attention, I ended up buying them.
Anyway, going off around the city wasn’t a good idea either. I entered a coffee shop to have a cup of tea and saw this magazine. It was the same magazine that the man in the plane was reading. I sighed, looking at the cover of the magazine. I tried not to mind about what I just saw. But it was so hard to not mind it. There were two women among the customers talking about American Idol.
“Oh my gosh, have you been watching American Idol?” A blonde, local woman said.
“Yep, I’ve been watching.” A brunette replied, sipping on her teacup.
“That Adam Lambert guy, he seems gay.” The blonde said.
“I think so too.” The brunette stated her insight on the hottie.
“H-He’s not gay!” I stood up from my chair and protested. All the customers, even the workers of the shop, stared up in surprise. “I met him and worked with him two years ago. He’s a really sweet guy. In fact, he’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet!” I continued anyway. I felt the eyes of astonishment from the two women. One of the waiters approached me and held my shoulder to calm me down because he saw my fist hitting the table because I was really against the conclusion people made about Adam.
“No, I’m okay. Thank you.” I just walked out of the coffee shop, feeling sheepish about what I just did and hoped the two women won’t remember my face.
I ran to my room, trying hard not to think about what I just did in the coffee shop. I sighed, thinking deeply.
The whole day, I tried to avoid thinking about what I did in the coffee shop, but it just kept playing through my mind that I couldn’t remember what happened the whole day except for the fact that my other friends were already in the same hotel. I switched the TV on. I heard a knock on the door then.
Knock-knock,
“Yes? Come in.” I replied to the knock on the door.
It was Celine, my best friend among the crew members.
“Hey, Dessie, what’s up? You haven’t been out of your room since after we had dinner.
“Yeah, I was just thinking of a lot of things.”
“Like what, Adam?” Celine knew my likings for Adam. I had told her about it after the thanksgiving party from Wicked.
“Well, that’s one.” Then I shared to her about what I did in the coffee shop today. Celine laughed loud.
“Why did you shout out people you don’t know?! That’s crazy!”
“I just didn’t like their conclusion! I just defended.”
“You didn’t have to defend him, honey. They would know what kind of person he is eventually.”
“Yeah, but…”
“No buts, let’s just watch.” She took the remote and started channel browsing. “Oh, wait. It’s American Idol now.”
I looked at the clock to see that it was 8:05pm. So Celine changed the channel and put it on where American Idol was showing.
It was top 13. I was surprised to see it was already that far. They were still starting when I last watched it. Now I knew I missed LOTS of episodes.
“You know, I like that Danny Gokey guy. He’s really good and I think he’s charming.” Celine stated.
Indeed, Danny was a charming, 29year-old widower. He was pitiful, losing his wife three weeks before the competition started. But that didn’t change my feelings towards Adam because Adam was always going to be Adam no matter what.
The episode tonight featured the King of Pop, none other than Michael Jackson. Danny Gokey came out, dressed in a light brown jacket and red polo inside with black pants. He sat on a chair looking all relaxed. And the mid-slow intro of P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) started. Danny’s voice was amazing. It was captivating and it was easy to catch attention. He was probably one of my favorite contestants in the competition. My best friend who sat beside me liked him a lot.
“I told you he was charming.” Celine said flipping her shoulder leveled curly gold hair as if flirting, and blinking her eyes.
“Yeah, he is.” I admitted because it was true.
Other contestants were good too. I found Allison Iraheta really cool. Kris Allen was fine. And the rest didn’t catch my attention so well.
And finally, Adam was the next to perform. He was performing Black or White. Adam looked really stunning with his blue leather jacket with his grey shirt and fitted dark blue jeans with a chain hanging from his right pocket. And the cross necklace and the black choker looked really brilliant on him. He was breath-taking. He did Michael Jackson really well. It was awesome, in fact. He really caught almost all the expressions in Black or White, and even added his own adlibs. It was wonderful. I’m looking forward to seeing Adam win the competition a few months from now.
The show was over and with nothing to watch, I turned off the TV. Celine still kept me company in my room. She suddenly stared at me with a smug on her face.
“I know what you’re thinking now.” She stated with a huge grin from the side of her. Her deep dimples were obvious.
“What?” I said, trying not to show I was annoyed by her grin and her tone of understatement.
“You have this urge to speak to Adam, don’t you?”
I didn’t say anything. I looked away sheepishly because it was true. I wasn’t content with watching Adam on TV and not being able to speak to him. I longed to talk and see him, because I’ve only talked to him for a short while the last time I saw him which was two years ago. Getting to work with him for a few weeks didn’t get me content. In fact, I didn’t like the fact of JUST watching him on TV and not getting to talk to him at all was a total discontentment for me. Indeed, I just couldn’t get any satisfaction from how my relationship with Adam was. I longed for him, the farther I felt like he was.