The View of Austin

Chapter Four

2:48pm

After a long strenuous and adventurous day, I'm finally in New York. I have not the slightest idea of where anything is or where I'm supposed to be going, but I'm here. I thought I would just step out of my plane into time square, and walk into a beautiful pent house then start my dream as a Broadway star the next day, but of course not. As much as this is a dream waiting to come true, It's still real life. And I need to find out where I live.

Me- Hey J. I'm in New York!

Jackie-OMG yasss!

Me-Lmao yup, if you don't mind telling where I live that would be gr8

Jackie- Oh shoot yeah totally! 4567 Eastwood Blvd. The Bluegate, floor 34 room 409.

Me- Holy crap we live on the penthouse floor?

Jackie- yeah in our dreams, it may be high up but its a complete dump. Hurry and get here!

Me- OMW

The Bluegate is a really nice complex, how in the heck do we have such a horrible apartment. Well I guess that's what we get for being art students. I snap out of my daze and call an Uber.

The car pulls up to a place that looks like an old mill factory. No way this is the Bluegate. Ive seen pictures and this does not add up. Why does everywhere I have to live be so shady. Oh well, I'm such a diva I should probably not take so many things for granted. I say thank you to the driver and step onto the dirty street. "This is real now" I thought to myself as walked into the building. It looked like vintage retro threw up interior over the walls. What the hell was Jackie thinking. Oh well, lets get up into the room.

Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Who knew an art student would need so many things. I don't need to explain the meet up between us too. It was typical, we said hey and exchanged hugs followed by the "its so nice to finally meet you" phrase. Jackie and I met up on some shady website about a year ago and thought that it would be a grand idea to move into together. Gosh I live such a shady life, but I needed someone too help pay this outrageous rent. 50,000$ wont hold up for very long in this big city. Of course we talked and skyped to make sure we were comfortable with the way we live and such, and most importantly make sure we weren't physco serial killers.

We immediately started to unpack and decorate. Her style is so cute and vintage I love it. "Jesus this place is SO tiny and small" I said looking around our tiny apartment. The bathroom and kitchen were attached. There were only two tiny bedrooms and barley a lounge area. "Yeah I know, so that's why you needa hop on the Broadway wagon real quick and bring us in some royalties. Cause lord knows I wont be making anything as an artist." Jackie was a burista and studying The history of Art and Avant Garde at Juliard. She was living the most stereotypical art student life ever. I loved it. "You're so right J, just think. One day Well both be living our dreams in a big huge penthouse. Ill be bringing in bank acting, and you'll be selling master pieces left and right." "oh yeah totally" she said, "Hold that dream right there while I go to work. See you around 11." "Bye!" I yelled, she was already gone. It was almost 6 and I was already beat. I wrapped things up, showered, and got into bed. Tomorrow is the day I meet with the writer of the play. Then comes the audition.