LISTEN CLOSELY (Eden)

[braya]

WELL HELLO WORLD HOW HAVE YOU BEEN

GOOD TO SEE YOU, MY OLD FRIEND

Christopher had been running around his house trying to clean every last surface he could. Sure he'd never met this girl before and it was somewhat unusual for him to be having her over at his house, but it was business. She was creating a film and he was, hopefully, going to be doing the music for it. He'd worked the past few days on a few pieces, most of which he was actually pretty proud of. He just hopped that she'd like them. He'd never done something like this before, all of his music had been composed by himself, with no out side source giving their input on what it should sound like. That ws the part he was most nervous about. He despritly hoped she wasn't the type to micro manage and would allow him his artistic creativity. But then again, it was her film, not his and she'd ultimatly have the final say on what went into it and what didn't.

Running his hands through his hair, he checked around the house a few more times, dusting off a few things, double checking that all his laundry was put away. His house was larger than most of his status, but thankfully, he still had a lot of left over money from the last movie, as well as the money he'd saved from the large sum that his parents had given to him so many years ago. Based on all of that, plus the odd ball jobs he'd worked, he'd been able to make enough and save enough to afford a house of this size. But other than that, there really wasn't anything left for him to spend on other things. He'd tried for the last year to sell his place, but no one had wanted it. So he was stuck with eating roman noodles and mac and cheese nightly with only a few splurges here and there until the next movie rolled around

tags: eden
clothes: click
words: 326
notes not my best but it works

[eden]

who needs avenues, who needs reservoirs
we're gonna show this town how to kiss these stars
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The only reason she rushed to leave Los Angeles was because of the prospect of going home. After all, she only moved out West because she wrote films and in doing so, she needed to be where the movies were made. Sure, the weather was nice, but the people were complete idiots void of any individuality. That, more than anything else, was probably the reason she had never really fit in among the A-list types, even though she secretly wanted to. Hell, it wasn't her fault they made life look so perfect. How she wanted to be like that.

Eden wasn't really sure how long she'd be staying in New York. She still had her apartment in Brooklyn. She hoped that her meeting with this guy would turn out the way she envisioned it. He said he was a musician and she always loved to find new talent. Hopefully he was as good as she believed he would be and that the price would be right. After all, if she could afford big budgets, she wouldn't be making indie movies for one thing. The plan ticket was paid for and her bags packed. "Please let this be worth it." She said to herself constantly.

After several hours in-flight, Eden landed at JFK. She looked around, but remembered that no one was going to notice her and that she would do better to be on her way. She hailed a taxi, finding the folded piece of paper that would take her to her destination. She sort of hoped he hadn't been lying about having a lot of space. She lived in Brooklyn and he was in Manhattan. The traffic usually wasn't worth the trouble and she didn't even want to imagine how dusty the place had become. It had been several months since she lived there.

Eden had several bags with her; she liked to be prepared. After paying the taxi her ridiculously expensive fare, she walked the few blocks to his place. He wasn't lying; all the lofts appeared grand and spacey. She had forgotten all about that in her time away. Eden, with her four bags, made her way up his stairs and knocked on the door. She panted a few times, cursed a few others and waited. The weather seemed to be looking up so she wasn't really in that much of a bad mood. Hopefully he was as prepared as she was.

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TAGGED !?;; Christopher James Coleman
WORDS !?;; 405
SONG !?;; Manhattan by Kings of Leon
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[braya]

WELL HELLO WORLD HOW HAVE YOU BEEN

GOOD TO SEE YOU, MY OLD FRIEND

Christopher had considered picking up Eden at the air port, figuring it to be the gentlemanly thing to do. But he didn't know what in the world this woman looked like so there'd be no way of knowing if it was actualy Eden he was picking up at the airport, or some lonely woman that would rob him of his every last possesion. Yes, this may have been extreme thinking and an overreaction, but he'd learned it best to be that way from the music industray, prefering to cover all of his bases rather than take chances. On top of that, she'd mentioned that she had a place around here that she could stay at and he figured she'd want to go get settled in before coming over and getting to work on the nitty gritty. And she'd probably want to do that without a stranger looming over her while she unpacked.

So, instead, Christopher had paced nervously around his house awaiting her arival. A million apprehensions crossed his mind as he thought through everything. What if this woman really wasn't who she said she was? What if she had just made everything up? What would he do then? Would he send her on her way or allow her to stay? All of these questions bubled up to the surface until he was a pacing, fidgiting mess. This was all new to him, something that he'd knew exsisted but never really wondered how it happened. He'd seen enough movies, heck, he'd been in enough movies, to fully understand that there was a seperat person that delt with the music and worked under the director. But he'd never been that second person, putting the emotion of the film into a score.

When he heard the doorbell ring, he stopped mid pace and looked at the door for a second or two before finally moving to it. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and smiled at the woman standing before him. Man, was she pretty, and he had a hard time not getting caught up in that wonderful face. But then he noticed the four luggage bags that encompased her feet. "Hey! Eden I'm guessing? I'm Christopher, welcome to my home." He smiled at her, taking in her full appearence. "Please, come in. Let me give you a hand with your luggage."

[/color] He bent down and took the two larger ones then moved out of the way so she could walk in. Once inside, he set the bags down near the closet in the foyer. "So, are you staying here or at your place? Just so I know where to put your bags...?" By now he was nervously talking about anything and everything that came to his mind, letting it just roll off his tounge as it pleased. Hopefully, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.[/size][/blockquote]