Melody's Dream

Meeting Him

This is it. This is going to be how I find my way in New York City. My father didn't want me to come here. With the Dawson Brothers' Law Firm ruining the city, he didn't want me to end up being collateral damage.

I didn't listen to him though. This is what I want to do. I want to live in a big city with a lot of people, instead of my small home town. I want to follow my dreams of being a big time reporter. This is going to work for me.

I feel lost in my thoughts when I hear my taxi driver say, "Hey, this is where you wanted off. Pay me, and get out!"

Wow, this is exactly how I dreamed it would be: rude taxi drivers, big buildings, and lots of people.

I pay the man and get out of the taxi. My first stop I know will be coffee. I find the closest one, which isn't hard because there are so many to choose from.

As I entered the coffee shop, the energy was amazing. There were so many people inside of this building, all just living. I know this is where I belong.

I order my coffee and tell the barista my name. As I'm waiting for my coffee, the coffee shop gets quiet. I look around and see everyone staring towards the door. I turn around and I see the Dawson Brothers walk in.

It's very surreal to see them in real life. I mean, I've seen pictures and I've read articles about them. Nothing prepared me for what I was seeing now though. The two men responsible for the destruction of New York City, standing 4ft in front of me.

This is my chance. I pull out my note pad and recorder, and walk toward them.

"Hello. My name is Melody Johnson. I'm a reporter. I was wondering if I could get a statement," I say with all the confidence I can muster.

The shorter, less handsome one looks at me, "Oh yeah? And who do you report for? What makes you think you can just walk up to us?" He turns and looks at his taller, more handsome brother, who doesn't even acknowledge him.

"I don't have to identify myself to you. Will you give me a statement or not?" As I ask this question, I can feel the eyes of the whole coffee shop burning into my back.

"Melody, with the venti iced mocha," the barista says awkwardly.

I'm immediately snapped out of the confidence I was holding. I turn to grab my coffee.

I stuff all of my things back into my bag and leave the coffee shop. I'm surrounded by my own embarrassment. I couldn't even get a statement.

I'm standing just outside of the coffee shop door, when it flies open. The door hits me, sending my coffee into the air, spilling it all down my front.

"Great," I thought to myself, "How can my day get any worse?" That's when I look up, and see who pushed open the door, the taller Dawson brother.

"Oh, I am so sorry. Please let me buy you another coffee," he says as he looks down at me. "Ooo, and another blouse," he begins to smile.

"Well I'm glad you're amused. As if I didn't embarrass myself enough in there," I respond.

We lock eyes. "Wow, you're the reporter girl. You know, you have a lot of balls approaching my brother like that in such a public place. He's usually known for his temper," he says, still smiling at me.

I break the eye contact to pick up my things, "Yeah well, I'm pretty new here, and I don't know much about you two. I don't even know your names. All I know is that you're a big story." I try to catch myself before I say too much, but I fear I already have. I begin to blush.

"Well, my name is Jack. And the more rude, shorter brother is Jeremy. And yes, we are a big story. Thank you for pointing that out so.... bluntly," his eyes still trying to lock with mine.

"Yeah, I'm not much of a smooth talker," I say as a finally have a hold of all my things.

"I think you're doing just fine. But please, let me buy you another coffee," he says nodding toward to shop.

"Oh no, that's okay. I should be going anyway. Thank you, though," I spin on my heels to leave.

As I'm walking down the street I think, "That was so weird. The media portrays them as horrible people. Now, I can't say much for Jeremy, he did shout at me. But, Jack was so polite."

I round the corner of the street when I feel a hand catch my arm. I turn around and see Jack standing in front of me. I can feel a smile building across my face.

"Hi, Melody. I was wondering if I could get your number?" he says with a wide grin on his face.

"How do you know my name," I say slyly.

"I heard the barista say it. Is that a yes?" he says still looking me directly in my eyes.

I reach in my bag and pull out a pen, "Do you have something to write on?"

He takes a step toward me, and reaches his hand into my bag. He pulls out my note pad, "No, but you do."

I take a deep breath and begin to write my number down. When I look up, I realize Jack is still as close as he was. I raise my hand and slide my number in his hand. I look up at him, and we make eye contact.

"Thank you. I'll be calling soon, Melody," he smiles and takes a step back. Jack turns around, and heads toward the direction in which you just came from.

I stand frozen in awe. Did I just give Jack Dawson my phone number? Yes, I did.

I begin to walk again, and I find myself hoping that he calls soon. And by soon, I mean immediately.

Oh what my father would say if he could see me now.