Who Could Not Win the Mistress?

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There are many things I could think of at this moment. Jack gave me a ticket when we flew to Nashville. He was pleased to pay me a ticket so I could fly with him. I laid my head on his shoulder during the ride. I looked up Nashville so I could get ready. I wore a black overcoat and sunglasses. Headphones hooked on my ears and I closed my eyes for a nap.

Then Jack and I received our bags and headed to his car. I licked my lips and had a weird feeling. I admired Jack for a while as a musician. I had no friends who liked him, just forty something teachers at the time. I think I connected to those people.

Jack drove me as he wore sunglasses and a leather jacket. His pale skin glowed in the sunlight. He reminded me of a character from a nice vampire film that actually namechecks him. It's cute though. I just thought world famous heartthrob was kind of overrated.

"You look cute, Emma." He says in a gravelly voice. He sips his coffee and then some.

"Thanks, Jack." I smiled and felt my straightened blonde hair in my hands. "Can I light a cigarette?"

"Sure" he smiles and I put my cigarette in my mouth. I lit it with my red lighter and lowered the window. We were in the neighborhood in the daytime and he turned to this nice house. I smiled and admired what Jack White would be up to in that house. That Detroit house looked nice though.

He delightfully parked his car and patted my seat. I put out my cigarette and left with him. He unlocked the door and we took off our sunglasses. I felt like a vampire or something.

"This is my house, Emma. You're welcome to stay here." He comes to my cheek and kisses it. "You're so cute."

"Thanks, Jack." I walked to his kitchen. "Do you have any drinks?"

"Yes, whatever you like." He gets there and opens up his cabinet of drinks.

"Just wine." I shrug.

He nodded and pulled the red thing out. He opened the bottle and took two glasses out. He gave me the drink after some soft pours of wine. I softly drank mine as I heard bird chirps. He turns his head giving me a small tour of his house.

"I don't have my kids for the week, but they'll see me next Friday," he says. "But you're welcome to make yourself at home."

"Shit, thanks." I smiled and felt snug in my pink shirt. He brought me to his little studio and took out one of his guitars. His electric one. He stood his foot on one of his amps and started playing a hypnotic riff. It was splendid.

This guitar was blue and black. He got his guitar and I saw his fingers feel the strings. It was the Jack White people do think of. Then he went to a violin and put on some headphones. He randomly played a nice note and it turned into something pretty. He carefully casted the bow up its neck, and he tried to master it. I heard a beautiful note and then a large screech. He licked his lips then he finished his little violin performance with the classical sound. I clapped.

"Thanks, Emma." He smiles and sets it back up. I unpack my things and Jack leads me to his bedroom.

"You have a beautiful house, Jack." I crossed my legs and sat down on the floor. He gladly helped me put up my clothes in his closet. He folded my black clothes and put them in his hamper.

"So this is how you cruise the streets?" He asks and puts some of the shirts into the bag. I nodded. "Well, I'm happy you're deserting this."

"Why thank you, Mr. White." I grinned and put my vinyl into his drawer. I lick my lips and put my records straight up. I brought my legs up and leaned my back on the headboard. He just turned to me and put a tiny cigar in his mouth.