Twilight Java

Chapter 7

After correcting the final misplaced comma, misspelled word, and just plain awkward sounding sentence, I was finally finished with my article. I talked in detail about the hidden talent within urban cities like Boston, but how difficult it can be to get recognized because of that. It shined a light on one of the many soon to be singers out there, and maybe it would resonate with those who read it. I also included a quote from Ellis that I thought many could relate to, "You could try your best, practice nonstop, write lyrics with meaning, and have the raw passion of creating music but when no one knows who you are it becomes hard to get anywhere."

Although that wasn't always true, I thought all artists struggled with getting recognized while simultaneously trying to make a living with what their passions were.

I also printed out the pictures I had taken, and clipped the ones of Ellis to the article. Now it was time to deliver this to the newspaper staff. Luckily I was able to turn it in anytime to their office, which would then be reviewed by upperclassmen in the newspaper staff. They'd get back to me via email about when their next meeting will be, which indicates that you've been chosen to be a part of the staff.

Putting together the article wasn't the easiest thing for me to write at the time. Charlie's words about Ellis often interrupted my train of thought, and I frequently had to distract myself to get back in the mojo of writing. Thinking too much about others was both a vice and virtue, it often goes unnoticed by others and only eats away at your psyche. I barely knew Ellis, but the more I learned about him the more I wanted to know. I guessed it was the muckraker in me.

Whatever the case was, by the end of Sunday night I had finished up my article and needed to get some sleep or else I'd be too tired to go to work after class. Hopefully the job wouldn't be too draining, and maybe I'd even find some interesting reads.

I woke up the next morning feeling thoroughly disgusting. My neck was sore, I had cottonmouth and felt dried up drool across my mouth. How utterly pleasant. I made sure to wash myself wholly before throwing on a baggy minimalistic black shirt with the same recently worn boyfriend shorts and white docs. Today didn't start off the best, but often those that start the worst end the best. That was a motto I had to repeat often in life.

While walking to campus, I realized that mom and I haven't texted each other in a while. Knowing her, it could either mean she's living her life to the fullest and is learning to get around without me, or going the easy route since I'm not there to watch over. I feared for the latter, but it wouldn't exactly be unexpected. I decided to send her a quick text saying that everything is great in college, and asked how things are back home. I dropped my phone in my backpack as I approach the lecture hall, hoping that today would be better than last week.

When I made my way inside, I made sure to get a spot near the front so I wouldn't have the same issues as last Monday. While scanning for a spot, I locked eyes with the familiar curly haired artist. He gently waved me over to sit next to him, and I did.

"Hey Cal," He said, my ears perking up to the nickname. I smiled back.

"Hey."

"How did the pictures turn out?" Charlie asked as I sat down.

"Great," I smiled. "I've got good examples to show my skills."

"I'm glad I could help," He paused. "Was there anyone else you used?"

My cheeks flushed as I thought of using Ellis for the same reason I needed Charlie.