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've been on the phone for the last 15 minutes trying to explain to Levi where I've been all day. Seems the poor guy had been trying to reach me any time he had a free moment all day.
He mentioned getting through to someone only once...a woman. It must've been my Lani...
By the time I finally reached him, the man was all kinds of flustered. I guess I really can't blame him there...
"Yeah man, I'm glad she was home too." I reply softly as I spin around in my chair, taking a moment to glance out the office window as I twirl the phone cord around my index finger. "I'd already tried both you and Duane. Where were you at anyway?" I asked with annoyance, and just a touch of concern.
"I got caught in a damn meeting with the record company execs. They've been chomping at the bit over your disappearance and were trying to pump me for information...not that I had anything to tell them." Levi continues frustrated.
"I'm sure they'll figure out I'm back soon enough...not that I'm in any hurry to talk to them," I reply with a sigh.
"I can't exactly blame you there, man. Those people are like a dog with a bone. Once they figure out you're back, they'll never leave you the hell alone," he starts, eventually leaving me with a suggestion. "Maybe you should just call them and get it over with."
"I'll think about it," I reply with a sigh. Just not today...
"Okay...just promise me you won't leave it for too long," he replies with finality. "You know how much I hate dealing with those clowns."
He leaves that part of our conversation there, changing the subject with, "I know you may not want to talk about this, but I have to ask...who was the woman who picked up when I called?" he continues, concern lacing his voice. "She sounded pretty upset when I asked to speak with you, and then she just stopped answering..."
While I understand Levi's concern this is a topic I just can't seem to bring myself to talk to him about, so when the perfect distraction presents itself in the form of a click signaling someone's entry into my office, followed by the slight clacking of a woman's heels across the parquet floor I can't help but to feel relieved.
I turn around in my chair to face my unexpected visitor and find myself eye to eye with the one woman I'd hoped to avoid running into...at least for today...Mayte. Who the fuck told her I was back?
I offer her a slight nod of acknowledgement before gesturing toward the phone. Her eyes light up in understanding as she quietly pulls up a chair waiting for me to finish my call.
"I'm sorry Levi, but I need to cut this short, Mayte just walked in." Talk about out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
Mayte's gaze locks with mine as she mindlessly pulls out a nail file and starts working on her cuticles as she settles in to wait.
