The story unfolds across cities and seasons, exploring the echoes of their past meeting and the unexpected ways their lives intertwine. Will their fleeting connection evolve into something more, or remain a poignant memory of what could have been?
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Two indigo cans, one yellow can—slim and fat caps... Gloves? Hmm, I never really wear them. Guess I'll just stain my hands a bit. Mask? Forget it. I think I'm packed enough, I mused. I grabbed my bag and apartment keys and headed for the elevator. Lucky me, no one was in there. I spammed the button as if the doors would close faster. I just didn't want to see any neighbors.
I've been feeling numb for a few weeks now, unsure of my goals. I've always felt destined for something bigger, but I wonder if that's just a defense mechanism. I feel like I'm teetering on the edge—about to either make it big or lose it all. I'm magnetic and charismatic, yet sometimes I scare even babies. I think I'm a creative genius, but then I question if I'm just a fraud.
My thoughts were interrupted when I reached the ground floor. I headed outside, put on my headphones, and decided to walk instead of taking the subway.
The sun was bright today, despite the chill. I was dressed in my typical graffiti outfit: black-washed Levi's jeans, a shoe lace tied as a waistband, a black tee, a hoodie, and my stained sneakers. They're pretty beat up but comfortable, and I've got this superstition that if I throw them away, I'll jinx my graffiti skills and get chased by the cops. Intrusive thoughts, I guess.
I'm not even sure if I'm good at graffiti. I just enjoy it—those small tags with my name make me feel cool walking around town. But with larger pieces, I prefer a style that leans more towards abstract and neo-expressionism rather than the bubbly trend. It's a rush, though—painting on the streets gives me adrenaline, and lately, I've been craving that because I struggle to feel much of anything else.
My emotions are dissected in my head before I even feel them. Instead of just experiencing them, I analyze and overthink. I'm usually driven, but lately, I've been feeling cyclical.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I finished my last blue paint line and packed up my stuff before checking my phone.
"Right on time, Sam!" I said, smiling at the perfect timing.
"Hehehe," she paused. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, not much. Just finished what I had to do today." I don't usually brag about my graffiti; only my closest friends know about it.
"Alright, I'll text you the address. Come over." She hung up before I could reply. My phone rang again—a text notification from Sam.
Sam August Wilson Theatre 245 West 52nd Street, NY 10019 Grab a cab ASAP. We're in line xx
I read the message, puzzled about why she wanted me at the theatre since we don't usually go there. But I was up for it. The only issue was not being able to go home to change. Oh well, I wasn't too stained today. I walked a bit to meet my Uber driver, opened the door, and settled in, enjoying the view of red brick buildings as we approached Manhattan. It's been three years since I moved to NYC, but it always feels like the first time when I enter Manhattan. I love it here.
"I have to drop you off here, Madam," the driver said politely, indicating that I needed to get out. I forgot that in this area, they can't get too close because it's a pedestrian zone. I got out, waved goodbye, and gave him a five-star review. Only 15 minutes had passed since Sam texted me.
As I walked toward Sam's location, I took in the surroundings, trying to stay present and avoid zoning out. A breeze brushed my face, and I looked up to see a sunset ablaze with orange hues and the moon rising. Tonight's full moon was in Virgo.
I checked my phone for directions and intercepted a new message.
Sam Get in
I looked around and finally found the theater, covered in posters and advertisements detailing the week's programs, though I didn't really pay attention to them.
I made my way into the venue.
_______________________________________________________________________________________ Hi everyone, thank you for reading the first chapter, any feedback is welcome. In this chapter you got to know better the environment.
Sorry if the language is not correct, im not fluent
