June 1970
"I'm afraid your grades are suffering, quite gravely. I am glad that you used you initiative though to ask for help, Eden."
Quite honestly it wasn't myself who decided to see my lecturer, Professor Marcel. My dad was pretty much paying for my flat so I could attend classes, so encouraged me to speak to him. However I wasn't interested in the slightest in what I was studying or my teacher which explained why I was so behind.
" I just don't think marketing is where I work best in, forgive me if I'm wrong but I don't think I'm the right person for this course, sir. I work much better in creative fields." I watched his expression become confused.
"If that is so. why study for a degree in it?"
"Quite honestly sir, it was because i thought it could lead me to a better paying job then working in visual and performing arts. I just want to live comfortably in a job that can afford necessities and the extras." A wave of disappointment appeared on his face.
"I understand but quite frankly, and i don't mean to offend you, but don't you think not only are you wasting my time, but also yours?" I wasn't sure what he meant but if he was suggesting that I should ditch marketing, I could only agree. "As long as it's clear that you should rethink this all, I say you go away for a few days and have some time, however I do expect you to come to lectures still this week."
"Uh... yes, of course." I stood up to leave, "thanks for your time, sir", I didn't mean it but I guess it's polite. And with that I left the room and walked to the closest bathrooms in the university.
I dragged my vans along the campus until I reached the entertainment room, to which I rarely visited, but noticed quite good music coming from a group of musicians. I couldn't see the drummers face but saw a very eccentric lead vocalist and a tall guitarist smiling at the small crowd. However it was the bassist who caught my eye; he seemed shy but incredible at what he was doing. I hadn't noticed I had been watching the band for a while, at least a few minutes. When the front man closed the show, thanking the audience, my eyes were fixated on the bass player walking off of the stage towards the bar. Most people followed the singer, and although the man playing bass got stopped a few times, he quite quickly found a stool without anyone following him.
Instinctively, I walked to the bar and pulled up the chair next to him, trying not to act bothered but subtly getting his attention.
"What can I get you Eden?" Marcus, the barman, asked me.Marcus and I lived in the same block of flats and often walked to campus with me, he was probably my only friend I made since i started uni 2 Septembers ago. As you might have gathered, I rarely ever have friends to hang out with. The only people I know are from my lectures and considering were taking the same course, we most likely have close
to nothing in common.
"Umm... just a glass of red for me please." Red? what was going on with me, I almost never have red wine, I much preferred white wine. It was the panic and social awkwardness creeping up on me. I was almost 21 but acting like a child that had never been to a bar before.
Placing the glass in front of me he began to speak, "2 quid please"
"Shit!" I shouted louder than I had thought, which caused a few stares, including the man next to me. "I left my purse at home," I started to go red with embarrassment knowing how stupid I must seem trying to flirt without talking to this guy, "Um, sorry I'll leave the glass." Hopping off my stool.
"I'll pay." I heard from a voice I was unfamiliar with. As I turned to look,I was shocked to find it wasn't Marcus or anyone I knew for that matter. It was the bass player.
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I'd like to apologize for my terrible writing and grammar skills. I hope you enjoyed this very short and uninteresting chapter, I promise for something a bit better coming up soon.
Margo x
