A piece of art.

Meeting her

It was a beautiful room but a little bit scary. Beautiful in the sense that it was decorated well and it was scary because as I stepped in, I found some short notes hung in each direction I faced.
The first one was 'You are welcome to the home of arts but...', it wasn't complete. I wondered what the other word was, I shivered a little 'cause I was not sure if it was a good thing or a bad one. I moved forward and found another one, 'You and your room mate, a team', it said. 'This means someone else is still coming', I said to myself. This made me got worried because I wish to be in the room alone.
I dropped my bags and unpacked all of my luggage, as I put them individually in their right and corresponding places. As I arranged my luggage, I found another note,' Be prepared!', what should I prepare? Mum told me this place is about arts, then why all these?, I asked myself. I moved to check the restroom and found a note 'wash away your fears' , really? This is getting more scary, I thought.

When I came out, I found two doors opposite each other, they both looked old. I opened the one at my right and found different musical instruments, music pad, ear pods, head phone, a laptop, microphone and other things I've not even seen before, it was so amazing and beautiful. The room looked perfect but I wondered why it was there so, I went to check the other one. It was a peaceful and beautiful room with two shelves of book at the North and South region of the room, a table and a chair with empty notes , pens and pencils on the table, a laptop, the room was so cool and silent, the best place for a writer like me, I thought. "Oh, maybe this is my special and private room and that's my roommate's own, wow, it means she is a singer, a composer, and maybe a music addict", I said to myself. I think they made the doors old for us not to notice, anyways, it's good. I left the room and stood at the center of the main room, two beds, two wardrobe and two other things, one for each of us.

"How will she look like? Will she be an enemy or a friend? 'Cause I don't really want a singer to live with me, it might be noisy. I hope she...", as I was saying to myself, I heard the door bell which interrupted me. I opened the door and I saw a pretty face with a slim body with a perfect girly shape smiling heavily with her purple long straight hair flowing on a cropped top and a high waist Jean 'crazy jean' , showing her tiny waist, all are purple with bits of pink and she was wearing a purple suede ankle boot and also a purple glasses with a purple headphone, she is so cute on purple, I thought, it was as if she wanted me check her from head to toes before she moved. After my checks, she said, 'hello, hope I'm welcomed'. "Yeah sure, you are", I replied as she entered. "Wow, this place is so good", she shouted as she moved around. "Yes, it is", I said gently not feeling free with her. "Oh, I'm sorry, I've been taken away with the beauty of this place, I'm Cynthia Daniels, it's nice to meet you", she said. "Yes it's nice, I'm Ivy Andrews", I replied. "Oh, Ivy, I like that. You and I are here", she said smiling and I nodded in reply. "So, what's your talent? What do you like doing and all?", she asked after sitting beside me. "Actually, I'm just simple, I writes, I write every good thing that can be written down, I love putting pen on notes, I love being cool and staying in a cool environment", I said. "So you love being attractive, right?", she asked. "No, not that 'cool', no, although I like being attractive also, but not really, what I meant was being myself", I told her. "Okay, that's how some writers behave, thou", she said. "Well, I dunno, so what about you?", I said. "I love to sing, play instruments and to compose songs. I really love to play, play around, I mean. To make noise, like people should just notice me when I'm in a place. I also love talking, yeah, I can talk, so that's me and... I've sang in many concerts and places so, I'm kind of a celebrity", she finally ended it. "Wow, we are different buh I kinda like you, we will try to be the best team ever on this camp, right?", I said. "Yeah I want that, for myself and to make my mum proud", she said. "Same here", I said. "I think we have the same story", she said. "Maybe", I replied.

She arranged her things and I showed her around. At the first special room, "wow, this is gonna be my private room? OMG, so perfect. I have to start playing an instrument 'cause my heart want all these", she said. " Calm down, don't start anything now, I'm very sure they'll tell us what to do by tomorrow", I said. "I want them now", she said. "You can't want them now, okayy?", "Okay", she replied.

I showed her the short notes I saw and she said, "What's all these about? So, this place is not only about arts? But they told us it's arts only, maybe just to draw us in, I hope it's good", "I hope so too". I showed her my private room and she likes it but she said it's not her type, it's mine anyways and I like it like that. "I want to go out of this room, it's too dry here", she said. "It's your first day here, you should relax and stay on a low key", I said. "I don't do that during the day, I relaxes at night, my body is not at rest and you know, I've gotta meet my fans", she said elegantly. "You can go but I'm staying indoors", I said. "No probs, catch ya later", she said as she went out. OMG, she talks a lot. Can we make a good team? I wonder how I became close to her on the first day. Well, I think we can do it. We should be able to make a good team, I thought.