"Maybe I could love you someday."
Kayla Hudson is struggling to find her way through life after quitting her job in a local coffee shop and a rough breakup with her boyfriend Brad. She had to abandon one of her closest friends, Luna, as a result of...
e•phe•me•ral adjective ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l,-ˈfiːm- Lasting for a short time
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Kayla's POV
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This is how I visualize Kayla.
People walk by the street as I'm sitting down. They mostly ignore my presence – Heck, they're too busy sipping their pumpkin spice lattes. Which reminds me; I should have never quit the coffee shop. Maybe this whole "dream chasing" thing wasn't for me.
I fumble with the power button on my keyboard piano. Did I run out of batteries again?
I sigh, flipping the keyboard over to open the battery compartment and roll the batteries, in hopes to get more juice out. I can't afford to buy more batteries, if I do, I won't have money to eat anything or pay my motel.
I close the compartment and turn the keyboard over, pressing the power button again.
Bingo. It turns on, and I don't hesitate to start to play and sing. A few tips come here and there, at least enough for me to buy more batteries for tomorrow.
There was a man who stopped to watch and stayed there for an ephemeral amount of time, after asking for my permission to record me playing. It's all the same. People come, record, show it to their families, and that's it.
The man left a tip before leaving. I didn't take time to see how much money he left, I just continued playing until it was time for me to leave. Well, until 6:30 PM to be specific.
That time came around soon enough, and I stood up, picking up my small speakers and cheap microphone, along with the cables for both of these, setting them aside before I picked up my piano, turning it off. I picked up the plastic container where I signal people to leave their tips on, not really expecting much. Not a lot of people stopped to watch me play, as usual.
I took a look inside the container, grabbing the money and counting it, instantly noticing the presence of three hundred-dollar bills. I loudly gasped. I'm gonna be able to pay rent this month. I thought to myself, smiling. Although I was still curious on who left the money, I was quick to rush into my apartment, storing all of my things inside, and paying my landlord, who happened to live in the same apartment complex as me.
I walk out, and head to the supermarket to buy some new batteries for my piano, and some food. I pay for all my things, and start to walk towards my apartment, yet again. It's a five-minute walk, luckily. But still I wish I had a car.
At this pace, I highly doubt I'm gonna be able to afford one. I don't even have any money left anymore. If it wasn't for the guy who dropped those hundred-dollar bills, I wouldn't have been able to pay rent for this month. I hope he drops by again next month.
Honestly, I lost hope on getting a job. I applied for so many workplaces, even a babysitter! It's not that big of a deal for a regular person, but for a person who hates kids, it is. Anyways, nobody really called me back, so I had to resort to playing for tips.
Ah, here we are! My apartment.
I step in front of my door and fumble with my keys, as I'm holding bags with both of my hands. I finally find the right key, when-
"Excuse me!" Someone ran past me. All I could see was a flash of red hair, I couldn't tell wether it was a man or a woman.
They had sick hair, though. I shrug and proceed to open my door, placing all of my bags in my kitchen counter.
I sit down and look at the time on my phone, my screen cracked. It's 7:30 PM. I decided I'd cook something for dinner, I'm starving after all.
I settled on plain sandwiches, getting the bread, cheese, ketchup and mayonnaise out. Yes, no ham, no vegetables. I know, I'm a grown ass woman and I don't like vegetables, or the way ham and cheese tastes like together. So what if I'm a picky eater? That's just who I am.
After preparing my sandwich, I grab a glass and start to pour juice over it, not before realizing that my kitchen counter was shaking, and the noise was coming from the apartment on top of me. It sounds like a piano and a guy singing, although I can't make much of it from muffled noise.
I groan and set my sandwich on the dinner table, bringing my juice over. I don't want any trouble with neighbors. Besides, today has been a good day, and I'm not gonna ruin it over some stupid noise.
I eat my dinner, brush my teeth and put on my pajamas, then head for bed.
I lay down in my bed and close my eyes.
Noise.
I turn my body to the other side and close my eyes again.
Noise.
I groan, eventually getting up and putting some shoes on, going up the stairs.
I knock on my new neighbor's door, loudly, as their playing is probably not gonna let them hear what is going on.
The door swings open after a while, and I'm greeted by an average-sized, average-weight, brown haired man.
"Hello!" He greets me with a smile. I can hear talking in the background coming from two guys. Their voices sound familiar, but I can't seem to identify them.
I return the smile and start to talk. "Hey, I'm your neighbor from downstairs-"
His eyes widen. "You're the new neighbor? Oh, hey! My name's Mark. I'm actually just visiting my friends. What's your name?"
I sigh, at the sudden interruption. "My name's Kayla. I just came here to ask if you guys could lower your volume a little bit? I'm trying to catch some sleep."
He nods. "Sweet, I have a British neighbor!" He laughs, and I slightly chuckle at his remark. "Sorry, it's just that my friends have band practice, and we have no other place to practice right now. It's 9:00 PM, so - you're right. We really should keep it down."
I smile. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Mark." I wave goodbye, stepping back a bit from his door.
He returns the smile. "Nice to meet you, too!" He slowly closes his door, but I notice something before the door closed completely. A red-haired person.
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