***A coat of gold, a coat of redIndie gently released her necklace that draped down her chest – the first lie elegantly propped along her collarbone. She decided on the red pea swing coat that would button up along her stomach. She had always set aside a sizeable amount of her money in case this were to happen. A letter. Perhaps it would’ve been attached to a raven - knowing her family and their flare for dramatics. She tightly wound up her fingers – making sure not to touch her hair which she dipped into the emergency ‘have to see my family’ again fund in order to have done up.
It was lightly curled, she could almost hear her mother now – “you’re visiting your family not going to prom.”
But it was fine. Everything was fine.
She grabbed her violin and bow and quickly propped the instrument onto her shoulder, resting her chin on it’s perch.
She closed her eyes.
A lion still has claws
She no longer
really had to move the bow along the strings of the violin. Of course, it was still her moving it, not in some supernatural light. But when she was anxious and she wanted to play the violin, her hand did what was necessary of it.
She need not think about what she was doing, she just did it. She assumed this was how her mother felt about parenting, her father too most likely.
“Limo should be here soon.” She said thinking sadly about just how much of the fund she had to dip into to keep up appearances. She was pretty sure anyone in her family whom had been keeping track of her professional life knew she had recently played for the New York Philharmonic. Most would’ve signed after a performance like hers. She had always been good, simply never noticed.
That would include a signing bonus. One she would be expected to be spending. The limo was nearly here.
A ring came from the buzzer on her apartment. The limo driver was here.
Indie grabbed her things and rushed down the hall to the elevator. On the way down she imagined her family waiting to greet her.
The thought forced some calming measures out of her.
“One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven” ding!.
The elevator doors opened. She moved forward because that was what a Carrington did.
Met the limo driver out front of the apartment building and she helped her with her bags from there.
“How are you today Ma’am?” The limo driver asked her.
“I’m well, we have some things to go over.” Indie responded.
“I have no rented you, I have payed you to be my driver for the indefinite future. I chose the limo, it does not belong to your company.” Indie said snatching an air freshener that proudly displayed the company’s logo from the rearview mirror. “Big and Long Limo’s – We will pick you up faster than your last ex!” If Indie was buried she’d be rolling in her grave. Instead she would have to do with just her eyes.
“Everyone calls me Indie, but you call me Ms. Carrington and you never ask questions or say things out of turn. I am a violinist and understudy cellist for the New York Philharmonic you have a small crush on me and your favourite thing about me is my smile because it is rare and fleeting.”And mine are long and sharp
“Just one.” The limo driver said aloud.
“Who are you trying to impress so badly?”
“Myself.”“My name is Victoria, it’s a long road ahead Ms. Carrington you should get some rest.”
“I’ll do no such thing, are you ready to leave? I am.”“Of course.”
And so they drove down to
Hell,
Georgia, Colorado.
as long and sharp as yours.
Indie got out of the limo after Victoria opened the door for her. She was already holding her bags.
“You learn fast.” “Actually it took me a week or two, but I’ve got you figured out about now.” Victoria said confidently giving Indie a nod. It brought a smile to Indie’s lips.
“There’s that smile I love.” Victoria said, following Indie’s lead to the front door.
“That’ll be quite enough Victoria, thank you.” Indie said thankfully to her newest old friend.
“We’ve been on the road for nearly three days, you’ve gotten an ungodly small amount of sleep, are you seriously going to end things with a thank you?” Victoria asked with a bit of expectancy in her voice.
“Goodbye.” Indie said taking the bag from Victoria’s hand and nodding to her. The woman walked off to her car mouthing something, perhaps saying it under her breath. Indie did not care, she had served her purpose. It seemed that a lion still had claws.
She knocked on the door and recognized the woman who answered the door.
“Indiana, it’s so nice to see you.” The woman said warmly.
“Thank you, but right now I need to know only a few things.” Indie said placing her bag in front of her for another servant to collect and take to her room.
“Of course, what can I help you with?”
“Where are mom and dad?” Indie asked glancing up and diagonally, as if she would see either of her parents.
She didn’t.
“Well your mother is still in her room preparing to address the family, I believe your father is in the study.” She said.
“Of course, that makes sense.” Indie said the slightest hint of relief dripped into her tone.
“I’ll be staying in one of the guests I assume? I haven’t been here in a while so I don’t really remember which room I’m in.” She said honestly.
“Follow me, your bags will be brought up behind us.”
And so Indie followed and was lead to her room. As soon as she was finally left alone after answering if there was anything else she needed for the thousandth time. (There wasn’t). She was finally able to relax.
Of course, by relax that was more of a loose term for, absolutely freak the fuck out.
It was show time and from this moment she was no longer just a musician, she was an actress.
She grabbed her violin and bow and quickly propped the instrument onto her shoulder, resting her chin on its perch.
She felt herself thinking about every move she was about to make. She was back where she grew up and yet somehow so incredibly far out of her element.
Plank Sinatra,
RomeoBlknight,
SmokeAndEmbers
