Bowie

5

Ilse.

          Ilse is all I can think about. After she left I gave up on trying to practice. She looked so happy watching me play. It's even hard not to get lost in her green Bambi eyes. The way her brown hair falls down her back, and her lips when she talks. She's so modest. She wasn't raised a fool.

          I don't have her number. The only way I could talk to her is if she called me or I went to her apartment. But one thing is for sure, I can't let the day pass without her. I chuckled to myself and thought, that would be great lyrics for a song.

          Sunday came and went, and when it was time to go to school on Monday I was ready. I woke up as early as my brain would let me and got ready for class. Driving there was a struggle. It seemed like my car wouldn't go fast enough. Even if it could, the traffic still wouldn't let up.

          When I finally got there, I had to find Ilse. So I checked where I thought I would find her: I'm the strings room. Sure enough when I got there, she was by herself, playing. I could see her eyes were closed from the wall length mirror in front of her. She was so graceful.

         I snuck up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her from behind and whispered in her ear. "Hello there." I smiled

          She took her violin off her shoulder and rested it on top of the case and turned around in my arms. "Hello Bowie." She smiled and hugged me tightly.

          "I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight or tomorrow. Only if you'd like." I looked into her eyes as they lit up.

          "That would be great!" She exclaimed. Just tell me where and I'll be there."

          "I can pick you up. I have an idea of where we are going." I said. She smiled at me and let go.

          "They grouped me with an actual orchestra. I'll be practicing most of the day. I'll call you when I'm out and I guess we can plan from there?" She turned and packed up her music and instrument. I nodded and shoved my hands in my pockets.

          She left the room without a word or a look back. I didn't even tell her a time, nor had I on Saturday. I shook my head and picked my saxophone back up, heading for the Jazz room.

          The day was long, and I thought of the restaurant that I planned on taking her to. When I first moved to New York my plan was never to attend Juilliard. So for the first year or so I wandered around finding places to hang out.

          And I found the perfect place to take a date when I finally found the right one.