Interrupted

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I am working as hotel staff for a long time now. It is not bad, working at the biggest hotel in the country gives you a lot of job to do, but the salary is great and you meet and work with a lot of people. Sometimes, you get to meet celebrities. One day I met one of the BTS members: Taehyung.

It was just another work day. It was morning and I was just getting up the 10th floor,to clean up after guests. While getting up in the elevator I talked with another staff, a girl that serves food and drinks while guests are present.
  - " You know who was on this floor?"
  - "Nope, I wasn't here whole week."
  - " It was some band or something. I think they're called BTS. A group of boys, their managers and rest of the staff. God, they took the whole floor... They gotta be some famous bread."
  - " Oh, really? Why?
  - " They kept ordering most expensive food and drinks."
  - " Well, nothing here is  cheep, to be honest.."
  - " I agree, but here's the tea. I heard some of them brought "girls" with them couple times, and I was told no one should go up to that floor unless its requested. And also no one did anything about blasting music that was heard almost whole the time. These are some extra riches..."
  - "Ah, who cares. Not first, nor last. You know that those celebrities are all the same."
  - "Yup, sadly they are."
Without a single aunt of excitement I stepped on the floor, pushing my cart in front of me. If those were celebrities, it means they left  hell of a mess. Sighting, I realised I will stay here whole day.
I got myself to the work. Most of the rooms were pretty clear, for surprise. Beds were made, desks were clear and most of stuff was on its place. I just vacuumed and wiped the dust. I guess they weren't so typical. Yet there was couple of pretty messy rooms.
Now I am in one of them. As soon as I opened the door, some strong smell was taking over me. It wasn't really smell of alcohol, more like mix of some strong cologne and a lot of time spent without refreshing the air. I ran to open a window and turn up the fans. The bed wasn't fixed and there was a lot of cans and empty packages left everywhere on the floor, and everything was displaced. Some things were just thrown on the floor or on furniture.
" A mess in its true form. But Mina, don't complain, it's better then the liquor pool you cleaned before this."- I talked to myself. This cleaning quickly gets boring so in my cart I always carry a speaker  and listen  music. I played some classical music. Weird choice, some would say, yet my music is my world, and when I listen to it, I can dive in my thoughts and forget about hard work or problems I face at that time. Merging with soft sounds of piano I danced around the room, just watching how easily things get cleaned under my hands. Right now, it wasn't hard at all, so when I finished I gave myself some time to dance off.
I am a weird person, I admit, no sense for rational behavior at all. I just do what I want to do.  Dance when I  want to, sing when I feel like it and act just the way I want.
As the rhythm of the song fastened I closed my eyes and danced around with my broom. I was already taken to the other world that my imagination braided with the notes and pace of the art piece.
Fooling around with the broom I enjoyed my break, not even bothering the fact anyone else with the card of the room could bust in any moment. And that's exactly what happened. When I realised that the door is opening I twitched, trying to put myself in any working position, so twisted around the broom I just ended up falling on the ground with a big thud. I fell with my face down and when I raised my head I sow a pair of shoes standing in front of me.
-"Damn, these are Gucci!" - I thought to myself. And I kept raising my head up slowly, and somehow this guy's legs just never seemed to end. He was tall like a mountain. When I finally looked up I sow the bright face of a handsome, young Asian man who quickly gave me a hand, and with a deep yet funny accented voice said-
-" Debussy is no good for you, you know?"
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Big thanks to anyone who reads this, and I hope someone leaves some words on it. Debussy is a composer and the piece that was listened is called Claire de Lune. Thanks again.
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