The Dedication

Chapter 2

After the phone call with Tiffany, I had decided to resume finding a decent job so I could keep this tiny loft area they call an apartment.

But after three horribly-written job applications, I knew I was getting nowhere with this so I glanced down of my computer screen to check the time. 7:01 PM. An exasperated sigh escaped from my lips as I closed the document I've been drafting my application on. Hesitantly, I turned my small TV on and flicked through the boring programs they were viewing on the screen. Another exasperated sigh as I turned the TV off and returned the remote control to its rightful place on my coffee table across from the one-seat sofa I was settled on. My mind racked for things I could possibly do at this time.

Bungee jumping? No, definitely not. Especially not now.

Parachuting? Okay, obviously, I need to step away from the 'adventure' zone.

Sky diving? Seriously, what is wrong with me? Who even consider sky diving at this time?

I could eat. That sounds nice. I'm in the mood for some spaghetti. Oooh, spaghetti with the tomato sauce dripping all over it. Yeah, that sounds really good.

But somehow, in the midst of all this thinking, I found myself typing the words Luca Brent in the search bar. Images and website links popped up in less than a second and filled the whole page immediately. I clicked the first website link that happened to be his official blog-page-thingy-majigy and started scrolling.

Author Q&A. Eh.

Business Inquiries. Nah.

Book Info. I already know all the information I need to know about the books.

Purchase Books. Already have the books.

Book Signing Updates. Eh.

Contact Information. Hmm. The arrow from my mouse hovered over the tab, unsure of what to do.

Hesitantly, I clicked open the Contact Information tab. I didn't know what got into me but the conversation Tiffany and I had earlier today still rang in my mind. I've always considered asking Luca Brent if the book was dedicated to me but I never actually got motivated to do so. I could imagine all types of embarrassing scenarios happening in my mind. Him laughing in my face for being so foolish to think the book was actually dedicated to me. I don't know...

But the more I think about it, the more I feel like I should go ask him. As if it's a must. So I could just clear things up so it doesn't bother me anymore and so it won't be hanging in my mind distracting me.

Feeling confident about this action now, I scrolled down the page to where the contact information was written and quickly found a pen and a sticky notepad. I quickly wrote down his email lucabrentwrites@gmail.com onto the pad; then opened up a new tab on the laptop screen. Fingers zooming all across the keyboard, I quickly typed in my email username and password, and started composing a new letter to him.

Dear Mr. Brent,

Hello. My name is Rose Kastor and I am a huge fan of your books, especially 'The Aspen Unfairytale.' I love how all your books show reality; it's always straightforward and gets right to the point.

Speaking of 'right to the point', I think I better get to mine soon as well. So about TAU: I'm just going to get straight to the point here. You see, I have pink hair and a heart tattoo on my pinkie. And well, see here, on your first page of TAU (the dedication page), it says that this book is dedicated to 'the girl with pink hair and a heart tattoo on her pinkie'. So people have been wondering if it was me. I've never actually really cared if it was for me or not, but lately, the question has been bothering me. And I just want to know. This letter probably sounds really stupid to you (and now that I've written it, it does to me too) but maybe, if you have the chance, could you possibly reply? Thank you so much.

Sincerely yours,

Rose Millers

After drafting the letter, I suddenly felt insecure about my writing. I sounded so stupid and I probably had a bunch of grammatical errors. I'm writing to one of the most brillaint authors and here I am using 'so' as a transitional word for every sentence. I groaned in frustration and dropped my head into my sweaty palms. I suddenly felt pressured and stressed. And that's when I realized that I was choosing to add more pressure to my already-too-busy-life. I had a job to find. And money to earn. And yet, here I am, drafting a stupid letter to one of the most famous and busy authors. How ambitious of me. Ugh. This was stupid.

But even after all that, I clicked the SEND button anyway. I don't know what is wrong with me, but I always seem to do this thing where I don't listen to my brain -- even after it just gave me a long lecture why I shouldn't do something.

But now, there's no going back. I already sent it. Unless I delete the email before he reads it... Nah, that will take too much work. Carefully setting my laptop on the coffee table across from the couch, I slowly stood up and stretched my arms and legs -- which are cramped from sitting in the same position all night long.

I knew Luca Brent was most likely not going to read the letter, let alone reply to me at all, but I couldn't help but felt relieved to know that task will be out of the way for now.

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A/N: Hi everybody! How's your week going? I hope it's going fine because you know, it's a fine day to be feeling fine. (lol, I'm talking to myself again because nobody's even reading this) :P Anyway, I hope you like this chapter if you know, you actually bothered to read it. And don't worry, it'll get more exciting than this. I just need to wait for the perfect time.....MWAHAHAHA. Haha, I'm so funny (not). Okay bye for reals now! - Elyssa