Tales From Sin City (Completed)

Story (02): A Musician's Journey -Ch 03-

Outside the phone booth, an aching breeze crept into my skin, it was as if suddenly I was made of fragile glass instead of flesh and skin. My knees felt too heavy to carry and my entire body lost the desire to move.
Thoughts were crowding the only muscle hiding beneath my skull, several thoughts of all sorts. Yet the only one that mattered the most was my twin sister.

Memories were in no use for now since it isn't possible to plug myself back in there and change the course of events, change and keep changing until I am left with zero regrets but an entire satisfaction with the life I've led. The loneliness I've chosen to embrace gracefully, Yet when you're older, it is as if you are entirely a different version of yourself except for the fundamental parts such as my love for the saxophone.

Despite the aching urge to fall on the ground and simply allow my whole body to take the rest it needed, I couldn't handle the idea of helplessness. It was too harsh for my handling simultaneously dreadful.

Helplessness has followed me my whole life, during my childhood, my younger days, and my entire career as an accountant. And now as I am finally having my last days on this life as well. Yet I refused to give in to her nor to her alluring poisonous vibes.

You'd probably wonder about my thirties, forties, and fifties. Where was I? was I just another street musician who collected lunch change during breakfast time?. Well, I may or may not disappoint you by the following; no I wasn't. Undeniably, a part of me would gladly go back and do that, hell it would be more fun with all the physical energy I had back then. Still, unfortunately, that is not true.

You see, just as I spoke before. Life can -and will- surprise you. and you might have already heard these words from your old folks, read it in a book or maybe you've picked it up from a great movie's dialogue, that's yours to determine. All I'm intending to say is that it's true.

And by no surprises, it could be anything, from finding yourself heading towards a complete alternate path than the one you had in mind, to taking actions more than your limits or to simply doing things you never thought you'd be able to do, the surprise is just ... there.

Yet the latter was my case. Recalling a special set of memories that I've buried deep down my heart years ago. The vague memories of the dark grey suit that Shihrazade spent nearly a month sewing. and how I gracefully enjoyed its soft smooth fabric on my skin the first day my legs landed on this city.
I was smiling as cheerful beams of energy flooded out of me from head to toe. "luckily the twenty-four-year-old young man's smile remained the same "I sensed a ghost of another smile painting my face on the idea.

Still, I remember the black briefcase, my father's. Did he lent it to me only for the occasion or officially gave it to me? To this day I can't really tell since he died before I could ever ask him. It held the greatest achievement I've made throughout my youth. An accountant university degree. A sheet of paper proving that I somehow followed the stereotypical path which I despised but they called it ... a decent education.

With the suit covering my skin that secretly scented as my sister's sweet perfume and the thick briefcase in hand, more memories unfolded within my mind displaying quite vividly the following events that occurred that day.
From the moment my feet landed in the heart of the city where the main building I was heading to was located. To the people and their attitude which was ... odd. Surely, I thought about home. About its warmth and safety that it never ceased to endlessly offer. Yet soon I realized the heart of it, or should I say I realized its importance.

On the first days, I couldn't quite get ahold of the strange thick vibes that were filling the buildings, shops even the cars as they passed by rushing. I thought of myself just like any young man who's had to sacrifice to support his distant family, who are unfortunately on an entirely different piece of land than the one he's in.