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
**Rosie POV**
When this day started, I have to admit the last thing I expected to find myself doing was driving to an out of the way apartment complex in the middle of Minneapolis...and to pick up the Artist no less!
Don't get me wrong, it wasn't out of the norm for him to go MIA for a few days here and there, but as the days had begun to drag on....turning into weeks...and then a month, everyone started to get concerned...then angry...and then concerned again.
It seemed that everyone was out looking for him, so how the man managed to remain hidden in plain sight for so long is pretty much anybody's guess.
While I'm flattered he decided to get in touch with me for help after so long, I have to admit to also being a little surprised. Even though we'd made it a habit to get together for weekly dinners with my family...and there was the one time he called me his musical soul mate, it's not like we've exactly got each other on speed dial or anything.
Suffice to say I'm honoured that he chose to contact me out of all the options he had...as well as curious as hell as to where he's been these last few weeks. So when he came right out and asked me to drive out to pick him up...and from an apartment building no less, I immediately dropped what I was doing and headed right on over. This should be interesting to say the least...
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When I finally pull up to the address he gave me, which turns into a simple two or three story walk up there's no one in sight so I lay on the horn hoping it'll attract his attention. It seems it worked, as I notice him slowly making his way out the door of a second story apartment. This whole situation is definitely beyond strange...
As he slowly makes his way to the car I can sense an internal struggle going on inside him, and am determined to get to the bottom of it.
Finally he opens the door and climbs inside. "Thanks for coming, Rosie. I'm not sure what I would've done if you hadn't picked up. Had already tried Duane and Levi, but neither of them were picking up the damn phone," he offers by way of greeting. I guess that explains his unexpected call...
"No problem, baby. You know I'm always happy to help a friend," I start conversationally. Knowing this man the way I do, I'm going to have to ease myself into the questions I'm dying to ask...such as...where the hell have you been for the last month?
"I have to admit I'm a little surprised to be picking you up from this area of town. I didn't think you knew anyone from around here," I continue, questions radiating in my green eyed gaze.
"I didn't until this last month," he begins warily. Now this is interesting...
"Can we let this go for now though, please? I really need to be getting back to Paisley," he continues, breaking our gaze in an obvious attempt to evade my questions. Tread lightly, Rosie. All good things come to those who wait...
