Love on Air

Chapter XXIII: Until He Came

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Chapter XXIII: Until He Came

~ ALEX ~

     The Washington Hall was jammed with round tables covered in thick maroon cotton fabric, and golden-clothed chairs situated about them. Huge and royal-looking chandeliers were hanging against the vast ceiling, creating a monarchical atmosphere. I saw a stage glistening in its own wonder at the back of the ballroom, with red curtains tied magnificently to the sides. The ballroom floor was located before the stage and I can see it from here that it is pretty much congested with dancers, professional or not. Celebrities were everywhere, considering that Mrs. Scott is a woman connected with such endless social connectivity as I have perceived so many people that I recognize, including Nicholas Jackson. For that, I shall contemplate that Megan is also here. 

     I was thinking that ninety percent of the blondes here in this very room are Jake's relatives and the percent it had left were celebrites close to his parents' industry. 

     There was a mini orchaestra playing at the corner of the room, just near the dancing floor. The violins were excellent, timing themselves to the melody of the pianist. The piano was so pleasant to hear that it literally touched my insides, crawling its way to my center. I was now at the tip of a cliff, about to burst out my emotions. Or it's just me that I miss my brother playing the same song on our piano back when he used to sing me lullabies. Okay, enough of that. 

     I did remember who it is, playing the grand piano right now. She's Nelly Pallom, an old friend of mine way back in high school. She always dreamt to be a musician, and an undeniably talented musician she had become. 

     The first step I made on the red carpet was shifted into the first step of Lexa's revelation. I was a tad bit nervous, seeing that this is my first time to let Lexa walk out of the shadows and let her show herself. Flashes of paparazzi lights came flashing in my way, and I wanted myself to get the hell out of this pathetic and annoying situation. Why did I even decide to go to this party in the first place? 

     Though I forced myself to go for it and there is nothing yet to worry about. I am starting to get used to it, to the fake smiles I'm making and the recent poses I didn't know I can do. I am beginning to envisage that I have to get used to this, I must get used to the exhaustion of showbiz and all that drama. I should keep in mind that life isn't all about trying to stand out from the crowd. It's all about hiding your flaws to everyone and make it seem like you're someone special. Which in truth, you are not. Somehow, we're all the same.

     The only difference people have is either they accept the horrifying truths of reality, or deny it.

     Aside from me, standing out in the crowd, there was this familiar guy who was conspicuous and thought he could hide himself in the shadows. I wish myself to walk towards him, but in this growing sea of photographers and journalists, I believe it's going to be far from possible to get to Jake. 

     There was a hint of excitement present in my eyes, a dash of horror in my steps, and a speck of doubt in my heart. My emotions were mixing up together like a random tornado, spinning itself around my head. My heart is pumping so hard in every step I make. 

     Step. 

     Lub-dub.

     Step.

     Lub-dub.

     Step.

     Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub.