Post by CATALINA VICTOIRE DE LA CRUZ on Oct 9, 2011 22:36:43 GMT -8
The day was coming to a quick end, the summer air was starting to cool and the tell tale signs of it's end were only becoming more and more obvious as the leaves began to fall with the brisk heavy wind. Catalina had decided to take this late day walk in hopes of cleaning her mind and helping find her way out of this rut that the past few days had put her in. She had an order to finish for a well to do client that had been the one to put her on the map. He was a good man, had a good heart and seemed to genuinely enjoy her work, he was older in age but didn't lack in elegance or looks. Catalina could admit she'd had a bit of a crush on him when she'd first noticed him watching her work on a park bench in this very place. He treated the Spanish girl like a daughter and with her family so far away, she couldn't help but to have clung to him like the father figure he himself liked to be.
His name was Joseph, and he'd been her friend for close to four years now, almost since she'd moved to this bustling haven of starving artists who'd do just about anything for a shot at the spotlight. He guided her, told her from a very early point that if ever there was a soul worth keeping honest, hers was it. Catalina didn't know what it was about her that he felt so driven to keep around but the young artist supposed it was the fact that he had no family (from what she'd known at least) might have been a large factor in all of that but that wasn't really the point.
Since he'd known her, Joseph had known of Brady, a striving musician that had no heart in his work, merely goals, it was what the older man detested most of her boyfriend... Well ex boyfriend now, Catalina hadn't wanted to see what it was that Joseph had seen since the day he'd barged into her home when she'd asked him over for lunch and his drunken accusations only seemed to amuse Joseph who stayed with Catalina until Brady was good and sober... And asleep. He'd always told Catalina to leave that moron, all he had in his eyes was a hunger for fame that was a dime a dozen in this place, at least that's what Joseph told Catalina and given how they'd broken up once he'd gotten his no name record deal for some dime a dozen indie label, Catalina couldn't help but feel Joseph was right and though she felt all the part of a fool, she really didn't want to face him right now.
Catalina couldn't help but to feel betrayed, she'd been with Brady close to 6 years, since she'd moved to Los Angeles he'd been with her, and he'd been good to her for the first year at least. There was a bitter feeling in the pit of her stomach as she zipped up her dark grey hoodie a bit and kept her eyes locked on the ground. The woman didn't want the world to see what it was she looked like not with her inflamed eyes and miserable frown. She'd loved Brady with all his faults and she couldn't help but to feel that maybe that had screwed her double. She just didn't have it in her to want to do anything and she knew that if she asked Joseph for more time he'd give it to her and quite possibly no questions asked, but she'd never missed a deadline and the fact that her work was gaining more notoriety because of the older man only told Catalina that she really owed him at least this much.
She just didn't feel like painting the same old chipper things, no dancing girls, no bright colors, Catalina wanted to (and was doing a great job actually) paint her frustration and heartache, wanted the canvas to convey the gut wrenching, throat closing despair that she felt when she realized that no, Brady hadn't called and wouldn't call. He wasn't asking about her because he was probably high twice over with one of his two groupies. Yes, Catalina was angry but no, she couldn't and wouldn't let it go,not like Brady had. Six years was a lot, and even if they hadn't had the same views on life, even if they wanted different things she had disillusioned herself to believing that he would have changed for her, because six years had to mean something to him too.. Right?
Obviously no it hadn't, and Catalina couldn't really handle it, not when she had to sleep in their bed together, and she had to accept the fact that he'd never warm it for her again. The tears fell from her eyes before the girl could even think to stop it and when she reached the top of one of the many hiking hills this park had to offer, Catalina didn't care about the dark settling in the spacious area as she sat on a park bench and stared out at the setting sun. The greater part of the sky was filled with the deep rich hue of indigo and it would only be a few short minutes before the moon would over take the sky and the stars would be her only real light. Being out at this time of day by herself may not have been the smartest thing to do but for the first time in the days since he'd taken the last of his things did Catalina feel calm. She wiped her eyes and let out a deep, tired sigh as she continued to stare at the moon, the harmony of the crickets and soft rustlings of whatever critter in the background were the only company Catalina needed or really wanted as she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, simply staring trying to catch ever fading moment of the sun's disappearance and it was a silent reminder of the door closing on the past six years of her life. Love Your Memory - Miranda Lambert
His name was Joseph, and he'd been her friend for close to four years now, almost since she'd moved to this bustling haven of starving artists who'd do just about anything for a shot at the spotlight. He guided her, told her from a very early point that if ever there was a soul worth keeping honest, hers was it. Catalina didn't know what it was about her that he felt so driven to keep around but the young artist supposed it was the fact that he had no family (from what she'd known at least) might have been a large factor in all of that but that wasn't really the point.
Since he'd known her, Joseph had known of Brady, a striving musician that had no heart in his work, merely goals, it was what the older man detested most of her boyfriend... Well ex boyfriend now, Catalina hadn't wanted to see what it was that Joseph had seen since the day he'd barged into her home when she'd asked him over for lunch and his drunken accusations only seemed to amuse Joseph who stayed with Catalina until Brady was good and sober... And asleep. He'd always told Catalina to leave that moron, all he had in his eyes was a hunger for fame that was a dime a dozen in this place, at least that's what Joseph told Catalina and given how they'd broken up once he'd gotten his no name record deal for some dime a dozen indie label, Catalina couldn't help but feel Joseph was right and though she felt all the part of a fool, she really didn't want to face him right now.
Catalina couldn't help but to feel betrayed, she'd been with Brady close to 6 years, since she'd moved to Los Angeles he'd been with her, and he'd been good to her for the first year at least. There was a bitter feeling in the pit of her stomach as she zipped up her dark grey hoodie a bit and kept her eyes locked on the ground. The woman didn't want the world to see what it was she looked like not with her inflamed eyes and miserable frown. She'd loved Brady with all his faults and she couldn't help but to feel that maybe that had screwed her double. She just didn't have it in her to want to do anything and she knew that if she asked Joseph for more time he'd give it to her and quite possibly no questions asked, but she'd never missed a deadline and the fact that her work was gaining more notoriety because of the older man only told Catalina that she really owed him at least this much.
She just didn't feel like painting the same old chipper things, no dancing girls, no bright colors, Catalina wanted to (and was doing a great job actually) paint her frustration and heartache, wanted the canvas to convey the gut wrenching, throat closing despair that she felt when she realized that no, Brady hadn't called and wouldn't call. He wasn't asking about her because he was probably high twice over with one of his two groupies. Yes, Catalina was angry but no, she couldn't and wouldn't let it go,not like Brady had. Six years was a lot, and even if they hadn't had the same views on life, even if they wanted different things she had disillusioned herself to believing that he would have changed for her, because six years had to mean something to him too.. Right?
Obviously no it hadn't, and Catalina couldn't really handle it, not when she had to sleep in their bed together, and she had to accept the fact that he'd never warm it for her again. The tears fell from her eyes before the girl could even think to stop it and when she reached the top of one of the many hiking hills this park had to offer, Catalina didn't care about the dark settling in the spacious area as she sat on a park bench and stared out at the setting sun. The greater part of the sky was filled with the deep rich hue of indigo and it would only be a few short minutes before the moon would over take the sky and the stars would be her only real light. Being out at this time of day by herself may not have been the smartest thing to do but for the first time in the days since he'd taken the last of his things did Catalina feel calm. She wiped her eyes and let out a deep, tired sigh as she continued to stare at the moon, the harmony of the crickets and soft rustlings of whatever critter in the background were the only company Catalina needed or really wanted as she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on her knees, simply staring trying to catch ever fading moment of the sun's disappearance and it was a silent reminder of the door closing on the past six years of her life. Love Your Memory - Miranda Lambert