The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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**The Artist POV**
I spend a good chunk of the morning going back and forth about how I should go about getting my latest package over to Lani.
At this point I'm a desperate man...feeling powerless with the knowledge that Lani seems to be slowly slipping through my fingers. I can't let that happen, I think to myself, turning the package over and over in my hands. But how can I stop it?
Dick's earlier phone call keeps ringing in my ears as well. I have the distinct feeling I'm missing something...something important, life changing even. Yet try as I might, I'm unable to put all the puzzle pieces together. Still...I'm determined not to give up...even if it feels like Lani already has. I wish she had a little more faith in me...in what we had. Get it together man! Wishing is for sissies. It's certainly not getting me anywhere...
As my eyes drop towards my small package once again, a surge of determination wells in my chest. What I need is action...
This package needs to get to Lani, I know that much for sure If she won't see me, this package is my best chance to get through to her the only other way I know how...to lay all my cards on the table...through song.
But who can I trust enough to deliver this precious cargo? I'd do it myself, but neither my heart nor my ego can take another battering.
These last several days without her have already been terrible enough. I know I left with only the best intentions in mind...to protect her from the man I was before we met...and the man I'd still be if it weren't for her. Face it man. You're a coward...
Raking my right hand through my ebony locks in frustration, I carefully set the package down on the coffee table in front of me, keeping my eyes locked firmly on it. I may be a coward, but I'm not going down without a fight. Think man, think. Who do you trust enough to deliver this?
Steve...? Aren't your personal and professional lines blurred enough already?
Duane...? How do I know he won't try hitting on her?
Levi? There you go again...mixing business with pleasure...
Several minutes later I find myself no closer to a solution than I was when I started. If I could deliver it myself I would, but for more reasons than I can count I know that's a bad idea...and not just for me, but for Lani as well.
I've already taken one too many chances showing up at her apartment unannounced. What if the wrong person saw me and tipped off the media? Even worse...what if the media followed me there?
They'd set up camp outside Lani's apartment...never leaving her alone. As if we don't have enough problems already. That just might be the straw that breaks the camel's back.
Forcing Lani to talk to media...or to me before she's ready, before she realizes what she's getting herself into? I could very well lose her...and myself in the process. There's no doubt in my mind. I promised myself I wouldn't do that to her She deserves better...more...
