“Thanks, Mr. Hawke. About the colors, we’re planning on using soft and basic colors outside of the buildings, but expressive, bright colors for the interior. Let me explain why, these clefs are the starters for every masterpiece, every song we know –from Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to 9th Symphony of Beethoven. These are basics of music yet the magic happens inside, when you follow those notes… so we want to create magic, differences inside the buildings. Like every different student, every different musical piece, the interior wi
ll be different, colorful and bright,” I explained, holding my breath for them to give me a reaction.
Seconds passed slower…
I was on the verge of heart attack…
Finally, Miss Yorks opened her mouth to speak, “I love the idea. But I want to see how you plan on making it colorful, different and bright,” she demanded, using exactly my adjectives.
“Sure… Brian… please,” I gave him a nod, sighing in relief.
I continued to explain my design to them, loving their growing interest with every little detail I shared. Miss Yorks fell in love with the idea of covering walls with the notes of classical pieces.
When I was done, Miss Yorks as well as her co-workers were smiling. Everyone was happy that she was satisfied with our designs.
“Working with you was a great decision, Mr. Hawke. And I’m glad we have you on board with us Miss Crown. I’m impressed with how well you understood our passion for music and how well you teamed up music and architecture. You are a good team,” she praised us before leaving.
“Thank you, Miss Yorks,” I told her when Kellan didn’t say anything. There was a frown in his face after her words, like they confused him. He put distance between the world and himself again.
I knew that look… and I was afraid that it would affect us.
“Congratulations!” Becca wrapped her arms around me the moment I stepped inside.
“Thank you,” I managed to say despite her bear-hug. There were some balloons in the living room.
“I know you said you didn’t want to go out to celebrate, but you didn’t say anything about celebrating at home,” she shrugged, showing me wine bottles that were waiting for us to take care of them.
“You’re the best. Let me change my clothes,” I blew her a kiss and went to my room. When I was back in the living room, I saw Becca had already started streaming Prison Break from Netflix.
“Tell me you made pizza, too,” I asked.
“Of course I did. It wouldn’t be a celebration without my pizzas,” she winked at me. Since I met Becca I had never eaten pizza outside, she was making the best home-made pizzas anyone could think of. They were small, like the size of a hand, and you could eat five of them even when you weren’t hungry.
We prepared our plates in the kitchen, filled our glasses with wine and turned up the volume of the television. Michael Scofield was my ultimate crush. He was attractive, but I was in love with his mind, his intelligence. I sighed when my mind went back to Kellan again. How much he supported and praised me, how in control he looked. At the end of his speech, people were ready to eat out of his hand.
“Earth to Melody,” Becca waved her hand in front of my face.
“Oops, sorry, what were you saying?”
“Tell me about your boss. You have been working a lot lately, we didn’t have time to gossip,” she told me excitedly, bending her knees in front of her.
I paused the television, no matter how many times I watched this show I didn’t want to miss a scene at least that’s what I told myself. Deep down, I knew I was trying to buy some time.
“It is… a little complicated,” I started.
“What do you mean by complicated?” she frowned.
“I really don’t know where to start… this was why I didn’t talk about that in the first place,” I groaned, thumping my head on the back of the couch.
“Will you just tell me from the beginning? I’m dying here.”
“Do you remember the guy I left with that day in the club?” I started.
“Darren’s party, you mean? Yeah, you went out with that hottie I saw you with, right?”
“Yep, that one…” I sighed.
“How was it? You never told me about that one, either,” she complained.