Phara Camille meets O(+> in the strangest of ways after solving a mystery no one knew was there. Minneapolis ends up being a smaller and smaller city as she comes to form a relationship with the man behind the music.
This is a story of love, lies...
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I lead him to the living room where I have a kettle of tea out with mugs and sugar. It's cold and rainy outside so I thought this would be the best thing.
"You have a beautiful space here Phara." P says, looking around and takng off his coat, then laying it across the back of the sofa. "Who's your art dealer?"
"Oh..I'm actually my own art dealer. I paint in my free time." For some reason, him looking at my work makes me grow shy. "They're really good."
"Thank you.." We sit down on the couch and I have the fireplace going across from us. "Am I signing anything today?" I ask after noticing he's empty handed. There's enough space between us that I can turn to face him.
"I'm actually not into that contract kind of stuff. When we come to an agreement then it's set in stone, that is, if you trust me."
"Well, this is an unconventional job so I wouldn't know what we would put on paper. There's no NDA or anything?"
He chuckles and shakes his head. "I trust you Phara. If you wanted to, you could've went to the press about me already and made a lot of money."
"I'd never do something like that, and plus you already have an agreement with Vincent." I watch as he sits back and seems to look me over behind those dark shades. Why does he still have them on?
"Thank you..for telling me when you found out. I've had people try to blackmail me before." He frowns a little, rubbing his bottom lip. "I've always tried to do the right thing.." Theres a moment of silence and I look over to the tea for a change in subject. "Would you like some green tea?" I ask, pouring me a cup. His eyes are still on me as he says yes. I pour him a cup too. "How many scoops of sugar? I add honey while it's boiling so I suggest two."
"Two is good then. I don't remember the last time I had tea-yes I do. We had it at lunch a few weeks ago. Is it your favorite drink?"
"Hmm, maybe." I hand him his mug and he blows on it. "So, what does your chain mean? NPG?"
He smiles, absently grabbing it. "New Power Generation. It's the name of the band that will play at my clubs or back up artists that don't have instrumentalists."
"I can see you're very proud of it."
"I am. Being around people that respects music just as much as me is inspiring...what inspires you?" He suddenly asks. I wrap my hands around my mug and smile a little. "My daughter. She's a mini me, but better. Painting inspires me too. I feel closer to my center when I'm at my easel."
"Is that how you got into designing?"
"Believe it or not, I never thought about designing anything before Vincent Sr noticed my work. I'd sell my work in college and..he helped me a lot. When did you know music was what you wanted to do?" I had to change the subject before touching on some things that were too personal.
