Famous Phoenix (On Hold)

Dinner for Two

I've got a box full of dreams I've wished upon since a little kid. Some things are far too unrealistic, but some are very much possible.

Dreaming of becoming a musician was one of them, but growing up in the town of Las Vegas, I've come to accept the fact that I'd be living in nothing but shadows.

My parents both passed away in a fatal car accident when I was 19. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to experience, but without this tragic incident, I wouldn't have been the woman I am today.

Afterwards, my friend Miranda, offered me her apartment to crash at whenever I needed some company. But, we ended up growing close, and decided it'd be best for me to just live alongside her.

Being in our early twenties was one of the many perks of living near the strip. Though, Miranda spent the majority of her time either at her college or at work.

I, on the other hand, had a full time job at the 'Mirage' as a guest-room attendant. My life was pretty much mapped out from here, I didn't have the patience to continue school like Miranda did.

This was her last year in college, so once she graduates she'll receive her bachelors degree and be able to pursue her career.

"I'm so happy for you, let's get a drink tonight to celebrate the last months of your college life?" I smiled at Miranda as I clung onto her wrists.

She frowned, crinkling her button nose. "I could totally go for a drink right now."

I shoved her shoulder softly, "Not before classes."

Miranda rolled her eyes, groaning, as she grabbed her brown satchel. "You're right, I better get going before I'm late. Bye Elena."

It was like any typical Friday, chaotic and exhausting at work. The hours dragged by slowly, each occupied room as messy as the others.

It was hard to believe the things I'd come across as I cleaned them-- adult toys, used rubbers, unflushed toilets, and much worse things.

Just before my shift ended, I shuffled towards my last room. Once I approached the door, I knocked hard as I shouted through the door. "Room cleaning."

After waiting a few moments, I received no response. I proceeded in opening the door and hauling in the cleaning cart.

I shut the door and began to declutter the spacious room. Ten minutes later, I managed to make the bed and clean surfaces. As I towed the cart into the bathroom, I kneeled down to begin cleaning the bathtub.

While I scrubbed, my vocals began to escape my mouth.

"I would not ask you to forget,

How I've betrayed your trust.

I'm asking, though, that you forgive

Because I feel I must.

I can't just let you go

Nor let this silence last.

I know I can't undo what's done,

But, please, let past be past."

"Beautiful voice." An unfamiliar, deep voice announced unexpectedly. I gasped loudly,  dropping the sponge as I glanced to who spoke.