I pull open the small plastic window shade, and look out at the pavement in front of me, and see the staff in bright orange vests, with the words Wilmington International Airport glued in big black letters onto their backs. I close the shade and inhale the warm stuffy air, while turning my head back towards the seat in front of me. I look down at my phone and see a message from my best friend Sandra. "Good Luck Ari! I'm gonna miss you so much :(" I quickly type back "I'm gonna miss you too. I'll call you as soon as I land.." I check to see if any of my other friends have texted me, but of course not. The last few months have been rough. Ever since I told my friends that I'd be moving to Paris to study at the Beethoven's School of Music, they've treated me coldly. It's as if they think that I betrayed them by deciding to study abroad, Sandra was the only one that ever actually congratulated me.
"Is this seat B13?"
I turn around, and see a young tall guy, who looks around my age. He was dark swept back hair with hits of blond streaks, and big thick black glasses. His eyes are a dark brown and his skin is olive colored. Dark brown stubble lines his jaw, making him look like he forgot to shave this morning. Overall, he's really good looking. He begins to look uncomfortable under my stare.
"Ahem," He coughs.
I turn crimson red, and feel heat from the bottom of my neck crawling to the top of my forehead.
"Yeah, I think so," I mumble.
He drops his jacket onto the seat next to me, and begins to put his carry-on luggage away in the overhead component. I notice while he stretches to put his stuff away, that there is a hint of abs under his shirt, I quickly look away embarrassed that he might've noticed my glance. I look towards the window again, when I suddenly feel a thud on my lap. I look down and see a violin case on my legs. The guy is looking at the aisle in the direction of an overweight man, with a large backpack on. He rolls his eyes and says,
"Sorry about that, people should really watch where they're going."
He sits down, and I die a little on the inside, when I realize that he's British. I'm blushing for the second time in the past ten minutes, when he grabs the violin case off of my lap and puts it back in the overhead compartment.
"My name's John by the way."
He stretches his hand out towards me, I shake it answering,
"I'm Arianne, nice to meet you."
I feel the heat coming up my neck again, and try to break our eye contact before my face color matches my new red dress.
"So, you play the violin?" I ask while looking at my intertwined fingers.
His entire face lights up, making him look even more attractive. I love it when someone gets excited about music, just like I do.
"Yeah, I've actually been playing my whole life. I'm heading to Paris to study orchestra and music at BSM."
I sit there, my mind blown, mouth wide open. He starts to look at me puzzled and I quickly close my mouth again.
"I'm actually going to BSM too, and I'm studying the same things as you. I play the flute."
His large smile becomes even larger and I feel butterflies in my stomach.
"That's so cool. Maybe we'll be in the same classes."
He looks at me for a few more seconds, before someone starts tapping his shoulder. I turn my direction towards the aisle, and see an old lady with a stewardess next to her in front of our row.
"This man is in my seat," The old lady says with her arms crossed.
John begins to turn pink while the stewardess says,
"May I see your ticket sir?"
He passes the crumpled up piece of paper to her, and looks sheepishly towards his feet.
"Your seat is actually on the other side sir. This seat here belongs to this nice lady," The stewardess smiles.
"Sorry for the inconvenience Madam, I'll get out of your way."
John stands up and grabs his stuff from the overhead component, looks at me, and turns around to walk to his new seat.
"Well, I hope you enjoy the flight ladies. Bon Voyage!" The stewardess says over joyfully.
Clicking her heels, she walks down the aisle, and the old lady sits down next to me. She takes out the complementary blanket and pillow and wraps herself in it. I figure I should try to start a conversation, but before I can say anything, soft snores begin to leave her mouth.
I turn back towards the window, and get ready for take off, ignoring the safety video like always, and put my noise blocking headphones on. I play my Mozart playlist, and close my eyes hoping to drift off to sleep to dream about John and the adventures that Paris will bring.
** If you wanna set the mood for all of the different chapters of this story, I'll be putting links to different songs at the beginning of each chapter, starting Chapter Two, you don't have to listen to it if you don't want to, but it might help set the mood. I personally like listening to it after I read so I can picture the story while listening**
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-Katrien
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Music, Friends, Love
RomanceParis is the city of love isn't it? Arianne has had a hard few years in North Carolina, and is happy to be finally moving to Paris to go to BSM, the most prestigious music school in the world. John is a happy go lucky British guy, who also goes...
