The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 24, 1994
**The Artist POV**
I wake up the next morning confused and out of sorts. I take in my surroundings uncertainly. What the hell happened last night?
The last thing I remember is my head pounding relentlessly as a kaleidoscope of memories pound themselves into my brain, seemingly without mercy.
I roll over hoping to find Lani sound asleep beside me, but sadly I'm still alone. Oh Lani...
"Lani! " I yell out questioningly, but to my chagrin silence is my only response.
Left alone with my thoughts I can't help but wonder what's happening to me. I'd spent so much time hoping my memory would come back that I'd never really considered what might come with it, and now that it's finally happened I find I'm feeling a little afraid.
What will this mean for our relationship? What do I do now? Should I wait for her to come home to reveal myself to her, or would it be easier for me to leave now?
The questions are eating me alive as I slowly make my way to the shower to start another day.
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As I shower, my mind wanders to everything I probably have waiting for me at home...legions of friends just outside probably keeping vigil, hoping for any sight of me...media personnel...Warner Brothers staff chomping at the bit over my whereabouts....and that's not even the half of it.
I find myself shuddering at the thought, and thinking it's almost enough for me to want to keep running away from it all at this point. And if I'm feeling this way, how on earth would poor Lani feel about it?
This brings me to the heartbreaking realization that I just can't do that to her. Despite how much I want her to always be with me, it can't happen that way ...at least not yet. I have some serious changes I need to make in my life first, and I need to do it alone.
With tears in my ears over the direction my thoughts are taking I crawl out of the shower, slowly making my way to the room I've been using for the last month.
My next step...finding something to wear.
Looking through the closet, I realize that most of the clothes aren't really my style. Still my eyes tear over once again at the kind gesture Lani made for me, a man at the time she barely knew.... I love her so much for trying. I hope she knows how much I appreciate everything she's done...
I continue shuffling through the closet, hoping to find what I'm looking for. They've got to be in here somewhere...
Finally a familiar purple dress shirt and tight black pants come into view. Yes!
I quickly pull them on, but can't help feeling that something is missing. I take myself in, and everything seems to be in place...that is until my eyes take in my stocking feet. Ohh....
