Make It There

Lace

About twenty minutes later of walking, we stopped in front of a gated mansion. It had a massive front yard with a round-a-bout and a huge water fountain in the middle. The white mansion was enormous itself, about three stories high with rows of windows and luxurious doors.

"So this is where this guy lives at?" I mutter to Wayne, keeping my eyes on the mansion.

"Yup." I heard Wayne opening the gate with a creek and stepping into the property.

I followed him across the long round-a-bout and up the white steps. We then halted in front of the grand, front doors.

Wayne turned to me. "Hey, I hate to do this, but you're gonna have to go alone."

"Why?" I gave him a concerned look.

"Well, I remembered that I need some food and I saw a really great place to get it." He shrugged while baring his teeth a bit.

I shot him a flat look. "Do you think that this is the right time to do your grocery shopping?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Toosk, it's hard to go to a grocery store from where I live," he yammered, casting his hand out toward the road. "And that I don't have a truck..."

"Oh." I sighed, dipping my head. "Alright, fine, go enjoy your shopping." I whisked him off with my hand.

A relieved smile grows on Wayne's face. "Thanks. I'll see you later." He patted my back, then walked off.

Now I was all alone. With a sigh, I turned to face the intimidating doors. I then picked up the sounds someone playing the piano from inside the mansion. I immediately felt peace and calmness flow through me. With that, I knocked on the door and waited patiently for someone to answer.

The piano didn't cease, but the door still opened.

A blonde lady appeared at the doorway, wearing a crisp, blue dress. "May I help you?"

"Oh yeah, hi." I waved. "I'm here for..." Oh shoot. I didn't even know his name. "Oh wow, I don't know the guy's name I want to meet with!" I chuckled and pressed my hand against my forehead.

"Well, I can't help you find who you are looking for if you don't know the person's name," the lady told me with a shrug.

"Okay, let's do this." I paused for a moment, pointing my index finger into the air, as I attempt word what I am looking for. "Does anyone live here that knows a guy named Pierre very well?"

"Pierre Mustanen?" Her eyebrows raise with interest.

"Yeah..." I nodded my head. "Him."

"Yeah. There's a man here that knows him. You're looking for a "he," right?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yeah."

"Well, he is the only "he" in the house. Come in." The lady walked into the house; I followed her in. "Just go down the hallway to the left and turn right into the last door on the right," she told me, making hand signals according to the directions.

I stared out at the massive, marble-made foyer that was laid out in front of me. "Alright, thank you." I followed her directions down the dark hallway.

When I entered the room this guy was in, I was like... Whoa.

I walked into a huge room. The wall in front of me, which was so far away from me, was just a huge window, including the ceiling. There was a piano next to the window and surrounding the piano were guitars of all sort on their stands, including some woodwinds. On the left was a sofa with a wooden table.