Confidant & Playlist

1. Somewhere In Brooklyn

Author's Note

I'm starting a bit of a short series here, under the name Playlist as I said before but it will appear as it's own sub-section which will all be apart of "A Bruno Mars Short Story Collection". Yes, the chapters will be connected (apart of the same story) but they will be posted as 'one shots' if that makes any sense...I hope you understand what I'm trying to explain. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this mini-series :)

p.s. It's alittle side piece I've been working on/ itching to write while I try to gather ideas for my full-lenght stories... As always I love you guys!

~Jazarah :D

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Fall 2007...

Bruno's P.O.V.

Shifting my old guitar 'Mina' over my shoulder, I walk along the twilight lit Brooklyn streets on my way to my next gig. I stop at a local coffee shop and grab a quick cup before continuing on my route to my designated train. Up ahead, I spot my train letter long with a growing crowd near the underground entrance. I pick up the pace, reaching the steps with just enough time to slip into the space between the crowd and the stairs. I quickly make my way down and step aside to let the people through then, I follow the arrows leading me to the correct track. I reach the bottom of the stairs and toss my coffee cup in the trash. As I walk along side the yellow line with just enough space to be safe from the tracks I spot someone.

A woman sitting on one of the benches set in the center of the two tracks. She sits with one leg crossed over the other, contoured by the tight denim fabric of her dark torn jeans. The ends of her jeans are met by a pair of solid red Nike high-tops. On top she wears a white tank and leather jacket with gold jewelry about her ears, and neck. A pair of large black headphones sit around her head, hidden by the waves of her hair. Her face is round and she has large cute cheekbones well shaped to the way her hair frames her face. She nods slightly as her foot bounces to the beat. Walking nearer to her I can can hear the muffled sound of her music playing; the hard hitting back beats, artful treble and catchy melody is a dead give away for hip-hop.

Watching and waiting, two trains pass without her moving; why not go and talk to her? I take a quick deep breath and make my way over to the empty seat beside her. As I sit down I rest my guitar between my legs, as to not block the next seat. The woman looks a me briefly shift one side of her headphones off her ear. Without thinking I take a shot in the dark.

"You were listening to 'Should Be With Me' by J. Holiday, right?"

"Yeah," She says a smile slowly coming across her full set of pale pink lips. She purses her lips as though she is going to say something else but she stops letting the air hang between us. She slides the headphones down around her neck.

"Where you headed?" I ask casually trying to make conversation.

"To my birthday party." She pushes her fingers into the roots of her hair adjusting all the strands on one side.

"Nice, If you don't mind telling me, how old are you turning?"

"Twenty-one." She grins looking down at her phone momentarily.

"Your friends have a party planned for you?"

"Yeah, they insisted that they would surprise me." She laughs lightly.

"That's cool. You have great taste in music."

"Thank you." She says quietly. She shifts in her seat. "Where are you headed?" she gestures to my guitar.

"Off to a gig," I pat my guitar lightly. "Gotta earn some money somehow, you know, to play the bills."

"You any good with that thing?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." I smile at her as her brown eyes meet mine, sparkling. She looks away for a moment down the train tunnel.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four." I answer without hesitation.

"Since you're a guitarist, what is your favorite song to play?"

"That's a hard one," I pause thinking as I browse through the first couple of songs taught myself to play. Some Hendrix, some Elvis but I can seem to choose a favorite album let alone a favorite song on the spot. "I don't know, its really hard to choose just one."

"Oh come on, there has to be one that you like more than the others."

"Ok, ok give me a minute," I say thinking harder. Just then I heard the warning horn of an oncoming train in the distance. She pushes her phone into one of the pockets of her jacket as she stands. I quickly gather my guitar and stand next to her. The slows down and screeches to a halt.

"This is my train; I have to go." She says quickly raising her voice for me to hear as the doors open and people pour out of the car in front of us. People push themselves around and in between us making the that gap that once was small there wider and wider.

"Hey!" I call out trying to get her attention. She looks around for a few seconds before her eyes find me lighting up as they did when we were talking. "What is your name?!" before she can answer the doors close and don't hear her name all I can see is her rounded face, among many other faces and her lips moving for less than a split second before the train takes off in the opposite direction of where I'm going.

She was something...I wonder if I'll ever see her again...I wonder will we ever meet again...