"I was in the winter of my life
And the men I met along the road were my only summer
At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them
I was a singer
Not a very popular one
I once had dreams of becoming a beauti...
Jim-dandy: noun That which is very fine, pleasing, or excellent. Often used in the phrase "a jim-dandy of a," which can be used sarcastically to imply the opposite. Primarily heard in US.
Tom Hardy as Jim
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I wake up to the desperate buzzing of my phone, recieving a bunch of messages from Jim.
I look at the time and it's 12 pm. I slept through all of my alarms. I was supposed to meet him at 10.
God damn it...he's gonna be pissed. I text him "on my way" and go to the mirror. I look really beat up... I go ahead and fix my hair and makeup before exiting the room in a rush.
The guys are all still passed out in the weirdest places; on tables, on the ground and even on the bar, the half naked chicks using them as pillows or being their blankets.
I look over to a couch and there he is, "The prince of Charming" I whisper to myself giggling; and he's looking just as nice as last night. I really wanted to thank him for letting me sleep over but didn't want to wake him and I had to meet Jim anyway.
I go outside and uber back to the motel, where Jim is sitting on the steps, head in his hands with an angry look on his face.
He sees me and gets up.
"Where the fuck were you? We were supposed to meet here two hours ago and then I find out you haven't even been back since last night?!"
"Jim I-"
"Are you cheating on me?"He yells loud enough for everyone in a 30 metres radius to turn and stare at us.
"NO! Why would you even ask that? Come on; let's go to my room, don't make a scene."
I run inside and head towards the elevator; he has no choice but to follow me. The doors close just before he can come in and he has to take the stairs up to the 3rd floor, but still manages to get to the door before me. We enter my room and he starts looking frantically through my things.
"What are you doing?!"
"You're drinking again aren't you? You probably got drunk and slept in some ditch all night. You look like crap."
"Jim stop it! I'm really not in the mood for-"
"You're not in the mood for what? Having a mature conversation?"
"That's not what you're doing!"I say rolling my eyes.
"What am I doing then?!"
"You're acting crazy!"
He pushes me out of the way and goes to look in the closet, searching for god knows what. I take a glass, fill it with water and splash it in his face hoping that would put him out of his manic state.
And it worked, he stopped. Now he was just standing in the middle of the room, looking at me.
"Can we talk please?"
He opens his mouth and closes it again, speechless.
"Ok so I talk, you listen."
He sits on the bed and I stand in front if him with my arms crossed.
"After the concert was over I went outside to look for a taxi and come back to the motel, but a few fans spotted me and basically begged me to go hang out with them and answer some of their questions about the meaning of my songs. So of course I didn't say no! I mean, how bad would I look if the word came out that I don't care about the people that support me?"
"So you were talking to your fans until 12 in the afternoon and couldn't answer your phone?"
"No silly!" I say petting him on the head "we went to one of the girl's house and it eventually got very late so I slept on her couch...I promise you don't have to worry about me. You know I love you." I say pulling him close and hugging his head.
He puts his hands on my hips and then wraps them around me. I'm pretty sure he believed me. I couldn't possibly tell him the truth, for both his and my own good.
"So are we ok now?"
"Yeah...I guess" He mumbles "Just don't do anything like this again."
"I promise."
We sit in silence for a moment and he pulls back from the hug. He's not one to show much affection lately but I know he loves me. He's loved me since we were kids...And I loved him back. Even though we would argue very often and he would sometimes hit me, I knew he meant well, he just didn't know any other way to show it. And it's not like he'd ever put me in the hospital or anything. I've seen guys treating their girlfriends much worse and they were still happy so who am I to complain? Besides, we make a great team...he's the reason why I have everything that I have. Without him I would be lost.
"When do you have that business meeting?"
"Eight days from now, but I have a feeling it's going to be postponed. We might have to stay in this shit town for longer than we expected."
"Well let's try and make the best of this time."
He looks at me a bit annoyed "Yeah... whatever you say."
I caress his cheek and he places his head in my hand and suddenly his little hysterical episode is forgotten. He can be so sweet sometimes...
His phone rings and he gets up and looks out the window. "I have to leave. I'll be back tonight so try not to fall asleep on any fan's couch."
"Where are you going?" I squint my eyes at him.
"Business." And he storms out of the room before I can say anything else.
Make the best of this time.....
I pace around the room for a few minutes trying to find anything that can distract me from this loneliness. I find my mind wandering back to last night, to the guys, to Jax.....to Jax. Why? It's not like he was that interesting anyways. And as I said, I'm taken. I'm getting married next spring, I shouldn't be thinking of other guys; I should be thinking about my career.
I pick up my phone and google "best places in Charming". Among the 5 things that show up, there's a mention of Charming Gardens. Sounds like the perfect place to spend my afternoon at.
I pull out google maps and it shows a route of a 15 minute walk so I get my purse and get going.
I like the boring, quiet vibe of this town. It calms my nerves down, let's me actually think about things. Just me and my thoughts...
I'm a slow walker so it takes me around 20 minutes to get to my destination. I spot a bench in the shade of a huge Oak tree and sit down, admiring the view.
I get so lost in the beauty of the garden that I don't notice the lady that sat besides me until she coughs.
