Different Strokes for Different Folks

Chapter 2 - A Familiar Stranger

Adam McCall in the photo

Destiny

That night the club wasn't so full and as usual it had some asshole talking shit at the bar table. This was one of the things that I hated about being a bartender, I had to listen to drunk men who thought they were getting in my pants or the ones in a bad relationship that came to vent like if I wanted to hear all their damn worries.

"Hey Destiny, how you going girl?," said Trina who was one of the strippers at the club.

"Am glad you came over and saved me from that drunken over there," as I pointed to a white male who was on his tenth shot of vodka.

"Well at least you had someone at your attention." I laughed and we chatted until a familiar stranger walked up behind Trina.

"Hey, Trina you ready to go home?" As Trina turnt around in her chair she stood up and hugged him. I felt a little jealous but didn't show it as she told him she was going for her bags.

"So you work at a strip club... such a charmer for a beautiful young lady like you." As he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Ah, am not the one who's coming to pick up a stripper to go home," I said defensively with a bit of jealousy mixed.

"Oh, Trina, she's my cousin."

"Oh," was the only thing I could say before she came back and they left together. I stood there for awhile before my manager came to me and said that I needed to stop the gazing and get back to work.

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The next day she went to school extra early to finish her assignments for today. She sat to the back of the class as she went through everything she did before Adam appeared and sat next to her but she didn't bother to raise her head.

"Good morning early bird, who ran you out of your bed this early?"

"Good morning and I needed to finish my work for today." I said not caring to look up.

They sat in silents until the class was full but on the inside she was happy that he stayed.

In the middle of the class she turnt and watched him for the first time for the morning, "How come you didn't tell me you were living with your cousin?"

"You didn't ask , plus I don't just tell people where I live."

"Yikes I didn't mean to bit you in the ass," I joked as the class went on.

When it was time to go home I waited for Mahalia at the exit to the school listened to some Victoria Monet, I could see Mahalia and Adam walking towards me.

"Hi Destiny, I was just telling Mahalia about my piano show tonight and I would like you two to come. What you think?" As I watched Mahalia behind him with her hands in a prayer signaling for me to say yes.

"Okay but we're only coming if we get front seats."

"Deal. So see you guys at, 6 o'clock." Adam said with a smirk.

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Mahalia and I waited in line at the door to enter the opera hall where their new friend Adam was about to play his new composition. I felt nervous to be here to support him, to actually see him and take in every musical piece in his song.

As we sat next to Trina, she talked to us until we saw a man walk up on the stage and greeted everyone. He explained to the audience that there would be 3 persons playing their own composed music with different instruments.

The first one up was a young lady with a violin who played it so beautifully that almost brought tears to my eyes, it was so emotional.

Secondly, a middle aged man played the trumpet. He played it very softly as if he was putting a baby to sleep which made me feel really comfortable, and did I not mention that his trumpet was red with gold lining. What an astonishing and attractive color.

And lastly it was Adam's turn, I moved in my chair as I saw him walk up to the big black piano in the middle of the stage. He had on an all black suit and he looked like a bar of chocolate and I could devour him in a matter of seconds.

He sat down gently on his seat as he positioned himself and he started playing. The music flowed through the air as my body felt hypnotized as I closed my eyes. My pulse raised as it reached an octave and stopped off with a run which got softer and softer.

The audience stood and clapped for him as he bowed and said his thank yous.

After the show, he met up with us and we congratulated him on his success and left.

Later that night I sat Indian styling on my bed and felt like writing a poem about how I felt about tonight.

His Song (the title)

Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory;

Odours, when sweet violets sicken,

Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,

Are heaped for the beloved's bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,

Love itself shall slumber on.

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