Chapter Two: Has Closed its Gates
Part Three: To Change
Just when I thought that the day was over, I came to realize that it was only twelve o’clock. We went back to Allie’s apartment of red odd shaped sofa beds, wooden blinds and black frames and tables--- it was drop dead gorgeous. She is going in a marketing school where her classmates had one bag for a laptop and another bag for ‘Dopod’s, but she just couldn’t hide how much she loves music and much more, making it.
When I opened a closet, two guitars suddenly slid out that I stupendously thought it would hit me. It was her purple Stratocaster that she used in our gig nights and her orange Les Paul that she never took out of her room except when she moved in to this apartment. It amazes me how she keeps her guitar so shiny, it’s even shinier than my hair.
“I reckoned you would find that.” She suddenly said.
“You still use it?”
“Yeah,” Wallace go watch TV, “When I have to release some bad energy. Still effective.”
The television suddenly lit up and I saw Wallace’s paw on the remote control. No freaking way!
“Dogs are lucky,” Allie continued, “They can poop every where and not worry about cleaning up or watch TV all day and not worry about the bills. They learn dog tricks and don’t have to be humiliated if they repeated a grade,” She stopped stuffing her bag with the essentials and watched Wallace do some R&R--- relaxing and rejuvenating, “And we’re stuck trying to meet the world’s requirements.”
“Well, If we don’t…”, I suddenly said “If you don’t, Wallace’s gonna run around stealing burger patties or eating from the trash can.”
She turned attention to me “That would be gross. It all depends on us humans, doesn’t it?” she swung her bag across her torso.
“Yup. We stay alive, they stay alive.”
In the light of fresh-from-the-laundry-jeans sponsored by Allie, Allie and I entered the “Orbit Cafe” fifteen minutes before the clock struck one. It was a familiar scene, except people were crowding on the counter waving their receipts at our manager, Kevin, which Allie calls “Boss”. Crowding? Customers in this café don’t crowd! They sit on their tables and wait for their Venus espresso!
Excuse me, I ordered Biscotti but its not there yet.
Hi. The office needs fifteen orders of…
Can I have an update on my espresso?
This might be rude, but can I get my money back instead?
“Money back? No, no money back! I’ll handle that!” Allie explains and quickly grabbed the man’s receipt. There were like six hands trying to grab Kevin’s shirt as he tries his best to fly through the orders, which he is not doing very good at. He’s manager because he could sweet talk just about everyone and give a speech that would rev us up early in the morning. And yes, he’s not the manager because he makes good coffee and knows a trick or two, he knows his way around the counter and knows which buttons to push, but he’s just not THE bartender we are.
Never mind the apron, I snatched three receipts and turned my back around, “Kevin, sugar coat what’s happening please.”
Allie grabbed whatever he was doing and started flying through the job as if it was just writing the lyrics of “Mary had a little Lamb”. Kevin who already looked pale and over worked, turned to the customers on the counter and said with his most pleasant voice, “Sir, well have all your orders on your tables in a minute, I’m sorry for the inconvenience our regular bartenders met an accident going to Orbit, you know the streets. I hope you will understand.” I heard a couple of grunts the slowly faded away in the buzz of chitchat.
“Order Seventeen!” I made my way to a table where a man sat with his pencil stroking on a sketchpad, and as I saw a clear view of his sketch I began to wonder how the picture would look like when it was finished, “Here you go, Sir, a Mango Tart and Coffee with no sugar.” I settled the plate and the cup in front of him.
“Thank you,” He tucked his pencil on his ear and sipped from the coffee, “Do you mind me asking a question of perspective?” It was odd to be asked a ‘question of perspective’ by a man whose hair was already white, and whose voice was already hoarse because of age. Of course I mind!
“If I were to draw a picture of you, would you want it to be drawn with a busy background or should I just leave it blank?”
Is this a trick question? “Well, I would say without because in my part it would be easier, but I,” I looked out the window and saw people walking in and out of stores or just simply passing by, “…in disregard of what is easy and hard, I would chose to be drawn with a background.”
“Uhm… Involvement I guess. Because that way, I can be seen as somebody who is a part of something.”
“Can I ask again?” He looked outside and took his pencil from his ear, “Why is it important to be seen as somebody who is a part of something?”
I smiled. My mother has always told me, “Because I can change a lot of things with just that.” My mother’s voice echoed through my mind.
“Thank you.” He looked up at me and gave me a grin.
“No Problem, Sir.”
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