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 31, 1994
**The Artist POV**
As I hear the final sounds of the song fading out from my acoustic guitar, I can't help but smirk at the look I imagine crossing Lani's face when I play this for her. After all...I've yet to find a woman who isn't wooed by a song written for, and inspired by her. Now I just need to figure out what to wear...
I've been debating this issue for the last few minutes and still find myself at a bit of a loss. During our entire time together...she knew me, but at the same time didn't know me. Should I show up as the real me...allowing me to introduce myself to her for the first time or was it better to reveal myself to her the way she remembers me...at least for now?
As I wander back toward my room...I continue debating with myself, weighing out the pros and cons of each possibility...along with one possibility I hope I never actually have to face. What if she doesn't want to see me?
I do my best to shake off that negative line of thinking as I start rooting through my closet, hoping the perfect outfit will miraculously present itself...instilling the confidence I'm typically known for, but lacking in this completely foreign situation. At least Carmen's gone, so that's something...
I've never been so nervous about going to meet a woman before, so to say I'm feeling out of my element would be an understatement. Then again...I've never felt for anyone quite the way I feel about Lani...
Eventually after several minutes of going through my closet, and feeling even more overwhelmed than when I started, I opted to simply throw on the first shirt and pants my hands landed on and hope for the best. Well here goes nothing...
My hands reach out to make my hasty selection as I throw my proffered outfit on without thinking...only to glance in my vanity mirror, taking in my reflection only to myself clad in a deep purple shirt, and tight black pants. Now I know this looks familiar... I think to myself with a smirk.
I can still remember the first time I laid eyes on Lani. One minute, I was being accosted by an ever increasing throng of people when my heel gave out on me...and the next I found myself staring into what had to be the bluest eyes I'd ever seen... She looked so beautiful that day...just like an angel...my angel...
In that single moment, my future played out before me...dancing across the bewitching set of aquamarine eyes before me, as I gave her my most dazzling smile. I didn't even realize it, but my entire life as I knew it was about to change....
With a wistful smile, I absentmindedly pull out my best eyeliner and hair products...even as my mind continues to wander...reminiscing about the first few days we spent together. We were so awkward around each other back then...and I was so plagued with curiosity about this beautiful mystery woman who made it her mission to rescuea complete stranger....
