Samstag, 16. Januar 2010
Freitag, 15. Januar 2010
Part III - Jack
Jack came through the entrée of The New York Plaza Hotel and was immediately surrounded by fans - and members of the Hotel Crew who were trying to keep them away from him. These people always make him nervous... He just wanted to get away from them. He was downright in panic, even though the Hotel Crew was able to ease the situation almost at sudden.
The fans had to leave the hotel and weren´t also able to sneak in again. „Well, Mr. Holden... Unfortunately some of them always seem to come through THAT DOOR...!“ While the concierge - Mr. Blend - said that, he threw a warning glance to the doorman and his voice raised in the end of the sentence. „I am very sorry for that, Mr. Holden. They just love you. What can we do?“ Blend shrugged his shoulders apologetically and smiled in an afflicted way. He was compete for Jacks‘ forgiveness. Somehow pitful - Jack thought. „It´s ok, Mr. Blend. Please just give me my keys. I am really tired.“ „Yes, of course. Of course Mr. Holden. Please follow me.“ Blend gave Jack the keys to his room and a hint to Fisher. Jack shook his head, lifted his hand to Fisher´s direction and said: „No please, Mr. Fisher. I don´t need your help today. My baggage will come here tomorrow. I only have this little bag in my hand. I will go alone this time. Thank you.“ With these words, Jack went straightly to the next elevator. Fisher and Blend watched after him anxiously. Blend again threw a mean glance on Stephen, the doorman and then went away, with a shake of his head.
Upstairs Jack put the key into the lock and opened the door slowly...
She came into the lobby of The New York Plaza Hotel und was totally staggered. She stood there with an open mouth and sucked everything up what was around her. She was totally amazed by the different smells and perspectives. It was infatuating.
All these impressions released fireworks of little flashes in her mind. She had never seen something so impressive before. After a while she realized she was watched by the concierge. He looked right into her eyes. She immediately closed her mouth. The man smiled at Anna in a friendly way. Anna gave him a flighty smile and threw her baggage on a baggage cart next to her. You could not have named her suitcases shabby - she just bought them before she started her journey - but next to all these samsonites and Luis Vuittons they seemed to be better sports bags. Anna curled her mouth.
She went to the Check-In at the counter where the concierge waited - still smiling. That smile seemed not to be false but Anna thought this was propably well-trained. „Hi. I´m Anna Mortimer. I would like to check-in. I have a reservation for the next five days, Mr.... Blend.“ Anna bent forward to read his nameplate.
Mr. Blend busy combed through his computer and pursed his lips, while he did that. Anna watched him. Strange guy - tall, a little chubby with scanty reddish hair he had brushed accurately over his head. He seemed to be very neat but somehow Anna got the feeling, that it does not really fit him. She believed that he was more that kind of guy who likes to sit on the sofa in underwear after work ist done. Maybe she was at fault, but she got that feeling she could not really explain. Maybe it was just because she herself felt not quite fresh after that long, long day. She just wanted to take a long, hot bath in her hotelroom.
After a so felt eternity Mr. Blend looked up to Anna and showed up to a young man in a red uniform who stood behind her. „This is Mr. Fisher. He will lead you to your suite, Miss Mortimer. Welcome to the New York Plaza Hotel. Please have a wonderful abidance. And do not hesitate to contact us for further questions and wishes you´ll might have. Day or night.“ Was she wrong or was Mr. Blend winking at her? Uhh.. she shivered... „Ah.. thank you very much, Mr. Blend. I am sure, everything will be to my satisfaction. Good night.“
Anna followed Mr. Fisher into the elevator. No bad perspective - Anna thought. Nice little butt... In the elevator, Mr. Fisher pressed the button with number 2 and than stood back to the back board of the elevator - his hands folded infront of his belly. His gaze was straightly ahead.
Anna stole a glance and saw that his front view was quite good, too. Full, dark hair. Black hair. Light-brown eyes. An angular chin, full but not flaring lips. Annas view wandered down to the hands of the young guy and she winced barely noticeable. Oh my god - she thought - guys don´t you know, that hands are so important...? Chewed nails, rough skin. Anna quietly sighed.
She was, adverted to men, not so very ambitious, but spruceness is an absolute must - highest priority! And hands are at fact a part of it all.
After Mr. Fisher had left Annas room with a - in her opinion - remarkable tip, she let herself fall into one of the extraordinary soft and big armchairs in the room. She was totally worn out. It´s sheer lunacy!! - Anna could not believe how lucky she was, that the publishing company has checked her in to a room at The New York Plaza! This suite was drop-dead gorgeous!! Anna looked around happily. She surely had to confess that the famous penthouse was approx. a hundred stories away from her room but it was THE NEW YORK PLAZA, for god´s sake!!
Anna stood up to take a look out of the window. The view wasn´t even worth talking about it, but she could see the lights of New York City as the daylight slowly began to fade.
And now - Anna said to herself and clapped her hands together like a child having an idea - a nice, hot bath!
She began to dance through the room. Her green eyes were glowing and her long, black hair flew through the air. She dances away her shoes and her feet felt the warmth and softness of the carpet...
Donnerstag, 14. Januar 2010
Jack Holden came from a meeting with fans in Midtown New York, 36th Street. He felt extremely relieved after that. He reflected on June. 5 months ago she left him, because she could no more stand that stalking of his crazy fans. One of these girls followed her everywhere she went an threw things after her. Once she got hurt on her left arm. Thanks god there was a guard on the parking space so the weird girl got caught.
But it was too much for June. Since the beginning of their relationship, Jack and she were in distress. They both received dreadful and scary letters. And although all these attackes ended, when that certain girl - Vivian? - was caught, something had died in their love. Jack decided he would never ever go to a "meet & greet" or any other fanbases. But after a while he thought it over and felt that he has very nice fans, also. Even though it was hard for him - an it still is - meeting fans in the public. He is always a little concerned when too many people are around him.
Now, After five months, Jack was able to think about June in a peaceful way. Of course, he never felt anger about her decision, but he felt a big loss in his heart. Now that feeling changed somehow. He began to think more clearly about his relationship with June. Something seemed to tell him, that is had to come that way. In fact, it should have ended softer, but he had the surety that this relationship had to end one day. Jack thought about his former relationships and had to get to the point... that he never ever felt what all the poems he ever read told him about love. He loves lovestorys and poems. And he always wanted to write some by himself, but... because he never felt those deep feelings, he failed.
Surely he loved June. And... yes... he loved all the women he was in a relationship with before, but... it never felt right. At times he thought that these feelings are just an illusion. But then he met an old friend, Taylor Jensen, who told him about „his girl“. Taylor never was a man who seemed to have any nameable emotions. And now his mind seemed to have changed completely. After that, Jack began to think about his own emotions and he feared, that he would never be able to love someone that deeply. That was a sad and somehow alarming feeling.
The Taxi stopped in front of the Plaza Hotel and Jack came back to reality. He paid the driver and went into the hotel.