I closed my eyes. I was trying to lose myself in the moment. I pictured everything in my mind exactly the way I wanted it. I couldn’t mess this one up. I put this off for too long, so it was time to start again.
I glared at my blank canvass for about twenty minutes, concentrating. This was one of the hardest paintings I had ever tried to master. The tree, with its city and mountains glowing beautifully behind it, mocked my painting abilities. I had tried to paint my tree about eight times in the past, working to include all of the features and background that I could, but I could never get it right. I always messed up on something. Finally, I had given up on it, and didn’t try for a few months. It was on this day, however, that I felt I could master it.
I sucked in one huge breath and stepped up to my canvass, lucky paintbrush in hand. Carefully, I dipped the brush into the first color, and steadily made a stroke on the paper. It looked good, so I sighed in relief. The hardest part was over. I kept working for about an hour until it started getting too dark for me to continue. The rays of the sun had disappeared from the landscape, making it impossible to see the details in the mountain. After packing everything up, I headed home and fell asleep on the couch.
I dreamt of Eli that night. He was very upset, and was yelling with extreme malice at someone. Every time I tried to get him to stop, he just kept yelling louder and louder. It wasn’t until I tried listening to what he was saying that I realized he was yelling at me. He was telling me to get away. He didn’t want me to come too close to him. He feared me.
I took a step back, but Eli didn’t like that either. “Come back!” he yelled. I came towards him again, but he got even angrier. “Leave me!” he said. I was so confused, but I kept doing what he asked because he frightened me. Finally, he sank to his knees in defeat and looked up at me with sad eyes. “Help me,” he whispered.
My cell phone rang on the coffee table, awakening me with a start. I sat up, breathing heavily, and realized that I was covered with sweat. I shivered a few times before I allowed myself to answer the phone. It was only nine o’clock that night, about an hour since I had fallen asleep.
“Hello?” I answered hoarsely.
“Leah, is that you?” Amber asked. “Gosh, you sound horrible.”
“Sorry,” I said, clearing my throat. “I was sleeping.”
“Sleeping? Already? Well, then I guess you won’t care to know who Corey and I saw at Starbucks a few minutes ago.”
“Who?” I asked curiously, walking into the kitchen for a glass of water.
“I think we saw your boy, Eli.”
“You don’t even know what he looks like.”
“Well, you said he has dark brown hair and blue eyes, right? Plus he’s totally gorgeous and polite far beyond that of a normal man?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, praying he wasn’t the same guy.
“And the Starbucks employee said the name ‘Eli’ when his order was ready, so I’m guessing it was him.”
“You didn’t talk to him, did you?” I was almost willing her with my mind to say no.
“No, but I wanted to. I was going to tell him all about how much you’re obsessed with him, and how you won’t admit your feelings of love because you’re trapped behind a romance that ended tragically in the past.”
I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Whatever, I’m just glad you didn’t say anything.”
Amber laughed. “Well, I just called to let you know that I approve. Eli seems like a very mature guy.”
“Well, thank you, Amber. Where would I be without your approval?” I asked, sarcastically.
“Nowhere,” she replied, happily.
After I hung up with Amber, I stood in thought. Over the past couple of weeks Eli had come into the studio quite often. He would walk in and talk to me for awhile before going to see Denise and help her with whatever she needed.
I had to admit, Eli had really started to grow on me. He was really funny, and he always had a huge smile on his face whenever he saw me. I enjoyed his company, and he seemed to enjoy mine. At one point he even seemed to embarrass himself in front of me on accident.
We were talking like normal when suddenly he said, “We need to hang out more.”
“Why?” I asked, curiously.
“Why not?” he smiled. Then he said, without really thinking, “I like you.”
I grinned, and he blushed a little. “Well, I mean…” Eli muttered, looking like he wished he hadn’t said that.
“I know,” I replied. My heart pounded in my chest. He likes me, I thought, biting my lip to stop myself from singing.
It had been two days since then, and Eli hadn’t come back to the studio yet. I felt restless half the time because he was all I could think about. I wanted work hours to extend past seven thirty to give him more time to come in and see me. And when I wasn’t at work, I was at home praying that I had someone I could talk to about him. There was no way I was giving Amber the satisfaction.
*****
“Em! Emelia, come here please!” Denise called from the back storage room where she was often found painting.
I finished entering the last payment into the computer account, and quickly got up to see what Denise wanted. She had been spending most of her days back there lately, and hardly any time in her office. She had just finished her latest set, so I was wondering what kept her working in there so much. The studio wasn’t in need of any new works for at least another month.
“Yes, Miss Denise?” I asked politely, walking in to find her covered with paint while looking at an empty canvass. The room was a mess with acrylics and ruined canvasses everywhere. There floor was hardly visible beneath all the paint and paper that buried it.
She looked at me and sighed, “Em, I need help.”
“Help?” This surprised me. Denise never asked me to help her with anything. “What kind of help?”
“I’m having some sort of painter’s block,” she said, disheartened.
“What’s painter’s block?”
“It’s like a writer’s block, only with a painter. I’ve run low on creativity, you see,” Denise explained. She looked around her and grimaced. “I can’t come up with anything.”
“Well, maybe it’s a sign that you should take a break. Relax your mind and let it come to you,” I suggested. That always worked for me. I once had a ‘painter’s block’ for two months. It was quite depressing, and I almost thought I’d have to give up on my dream. Luckily, I finally found inspiration at the local park while looking at some rose bushes.
“Maybe you’re right.”
“It can’t hurt to take a break.”
“I just feel so lost,” Denise murmured. She looked back at her blank paper, and pressed her hand to it. She stared off into space for quite some time, so I decided to leave her be.
As I made my way back to the front desk, I saw to my surprise that someone was waiting for me. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw Eli’s face light up when I entered the room. My heart started pounding as soon as I laid eyes on him.
“Hi there,” I said warmly. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to work out some things with my contractors. I’m getting my living room expanded, but something went wrong with the payment. Work has pretty much been on hold for the past few days,” he explained.
“Wow, did everything work itself out?” I asked.
“Well, not really,” he chuckled rolling his eyes. “I just had to get out of the house today. Would you and Denise like to join me for lunch?”
“Not me, dear,” Denise called from her back room. “You two go have fun.”
Eli cocked his head to the side. “Is she okay?”
“She’s feeling a little down because she can’t think of anything to paint. She’s kind of lost,” I told him.
He sighed, “That’s too bad. It will come back to her, though.”
“I think so.”
“Well, you will come with me, won’t you?” he asked, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Please don’t make me go back home.”
I laughed lightly. “I’d love to join you for lunch, Eli.”
“Great!” he exclaimed. “I’ll love your company.”
*****
I rifled through my closet, searching out the perfect dress for the night. I had no idea where I was going, only that I had to look nice. Eli couldn’t have been less specific. He was coming in forty-five minutes and I was supposed to be ready in formal attire. However, how formal, he did not mention. It was infuriating.
At lunch earlier that day, I had asked Eli if he wanted to go out for drinks later, but he replied that he had plans already. At that point, I was pretty much convinced that he didn’t want to be anything more than friends. It was becoming obvious that he didn’t really want to spend time with me that way, so my asking him out was rather awkward.
“I’m really sorry,” he told me sheepishly. “Maybe we can do something next week.”
“No, that’s okay,” I said sadly. “I get it.” I sighed and looked down at my shoes. Disappointment tightened my heart as I realized what a fool I had been to think he was interested in me.
“Get what?” he asked, curiously.
“We’re friends… and that’s that,” I mumbled.
“Oh, Leah,” he said, fighting the urge to laugh. “This is so hard because I really do have plans, but you have no idea how much I want to say yes.”
I looked up at him from under my overgrown bangs, and waited for him to continue. Suddenly, Eli reached over and pushed my hair out of my eyes and behind my ear. I shivered from his touch.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Why don’t come with me? You might actually like it.”
“Really?” I asked, my eyes widening. “What is it you’re doing?”
He stopped then, unable to find the right words. “Something,” he muttered, embarrassed.
“You aren’t even going to tell me what it is?”
“Well, you might not come if I tell you.”
“Okay, that scares me,” I said, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s not dangerous,” he laughed. “You just might think I’m weird.”
“Either way, Eli, I’m going to think you’re weird,” I joked.
“Ha-ha,” he smirked.
So, there I was, panicking about my wardrobe, and the whole time Eli was probably relaxed at home knowing exactly what was appropriate to wear. I finally settled with a light blue strapless dress that had gotten a while ago, but hadn’t really gotten a chance to wear. It went a little below my knees and had a black sash around the waist. Overall, it made me feel very important, like I was going to be introduced to someone famous.
I couldn’t stop thinking about where it was that Eli was taking me. An opera, perhaps? I thought as I gently applied mascara to my eyelashes. I hadn’t been to anything this formal since my high-school prom, so I was a little nervous.
A gentle tapping on the front door sent my heart up into my throat, and my stomach plummeted horribly. I clutched my chest and swallowed hard. Be strong, Leah, I told myself. Taking one last fleeting glance at the mirror, I flicked off the light in the bathroom, smoothed my dress with my palm, and made my way to the door.
I opened the door to what looked like a model god for Men’s Warehouse, smiling in all his glory. Eli’s dark hair was brushed back with a few strands hanging loose in front of his eyes. His suit was all black with a white dress shirt underneath and a black bow-tie tied smartly around his collar. Our jaws dropped at the same moment we took in the other’s appearance.
“Crap, I am so underdressed,” I groaned.
He looked shocked. “Not at all. I was going to tell you that you look gorgeous,” he laughed.
“Oh,” I said, shyly. “Thank you.” Then I caught a glimpse of the car parked on street across the front lawn and almost fainted.
“That’s yours?” I asked, my eyes wide. It was a stunning black Lexus FLA with a V10 engine and nine-thousand max RPM. I had read about them in the newspaper the other day along with a few other sports car ads. It was a speed demon’s dream.
“Yeah,” he said, sheepishly. “The other car has an oil leak, so I had to bring this one.”
He has two cars? “But these things cost over three-hundred grand!”
“I know. I bought it,” he chuckled. “Shall we go, then? I’m sorry to rush you, but I’m running a bit later than I thought.”
I nodded hypnotically, my legs carrying me to the car without my consent. “I get to sit in the front, right?”
Eli laughed, “Careful not to get drool on it.”
Eli took my hand and helped me into the car so that my dress didn’t get caught in the door. However, I wasn’t sure if that was for my sake or the car’s. I mean, a dress floating outside the car door would look pretty tacky.
The engine roared to life, and I instantly felt the seat vibrate beneath me. I smiled in spite of myself, feeling the power of the engine. This car was fast. I could see from the speedometer that the top speed went up to two-hundred miles per hour. I felt like I was in a jet made to float on asphalt.
“Here we go,” Eli said, grinning. The car took off, and three seconds was all it took to race our way out of my tiny neighborhood. What took my piece of crap Camaro three minutes to do we had accomplished at light speed… or so it felt.
“I don’t know how you’d ever get used to driving this,” I commented, feeling the adrenaline rush from the speed.
“I don’t. I enjoy every second of it,” he winked. “I’ll let you drive it sometime if you like. You just have to be careful because you have no idea how easy it is to get a ticket in this thing.”
“I can imagine,” I murmured, letting the purr of the car relax me. “Now will you please tell me where we’re going?”
He frowned. “Don’t you want it to be a surprise?”
“Well, at this point I honestly have no idea what to expect. Can’t you give me a hint or something?”
“No,” he snickered. “There’s no hint to give. Anything I say would give it away.”
“I’m not your date to a wedding am I?”
“No, not even close.”
“You’re bothering me,” I grumbled, giving up.
“Well we’re nearly there, Miss Impatience.”
I rolled my eyes. “My apologies, Lord of the Secrets.”
We both laughed at that.
When we had arrived, I became even more confused. There were people everywhere, dressed in evening gowns and black suits, and all were headed to a large outdoor amphitheatre that looked down upon a massive stage. The stage lit up the darkening skies with thousands of lights, and soundstage crews were running back and forth hysterically trying to prepare for some sort of performance.
As I stepped out of the car, the valet standing nearby saw its beauty and eagerly jumped in it to speed off toward the parking lot. Eli smirked and took my hand casually, leading me toward the theatre.
I looked around and saw to my surprise that newscasters and photographers had begun to show up. What kind of an event is this? I thought. Eli squeezed my hand gently when he saw the paranoid look on my face.
Once inside, Eli took me towards the front row near the stage. I hadn’t realized how huge the seating was for the audience until I found myself craning my neck behind me to see the top. As I glanced up to the sky, I noticed that the stars had begun to show themselves in the absence of the sun.
“Leah,” Eli said, getting my attention. I looked at him, startled. “This is your seat. I’ve got something I need to do really fast, but if I’m not back before the show starts don’t worry about it. Just relax, okay?”
“Wait, where are you…?” I started to ask, but Eli had taken off. I sighed, agitated. I was surrounded by thousands of important-looking people I knew nothing about, and Eli had left me alone. Slowly, I took a deep breath, exhaled, and sat in my seat calmly. He’ll be back, I told myself.
Moments later a young, blonde woman took the stage and the lights in the audience dimmed. A round of applause arose as she picked up the microphone and asked for attention.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” she said when the clapping had quieted. “Thank you, and welcome to the performance of a lifetime. This is a show that is put on all over the nation and has finally agreed to come to our town on request of our lead violinist. That’s right, folks, the legendary musician is here to play for you tonight.” A few cheers had erupted from the crowd, and loud applause followed. I suddenly understood. So, this is an orchestra, I mused. I assumed that the lead violinist was well-known because of the ovation he was given by the crowd.
I searched the rows for Eli’s face, but couldn’t see him anywhere. He was going to miss the beginning.
“Enjoy the show,” the woman concluded, stepping offstage as the blue curtain behind her began to rise. The curtain revealed a group of about fifty people sitting in several rows holding many different kinds of instruments. All of them were dressed in black suits, even the women, and none spoke. They had been warming up when the conductor entered the stage, and silenced them. He was then applauded as he took his place at the podium facing his players.
The orchestra had began their first song, and music filled the open air with a vast sound far better than any other I had ever heard before. I moaned and looked for Eli again. What is he doing?
The music played, and it was the most exuberant performance known to man. Everything worked together to create a perfect harmony. My ears felt like they were eating candy because the song was so rich with liveliness. I wanted to completely lose myself in the melody except for the fact that Eli was missing. I was too tense to really enjoy the show and the first song was over before I realized it had begun.
More applause arose and the conductor turned and introduced himself and his orchestra to the audience. “We are so honored to be playing for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen, so thank you very much for having us.”
He went on to talk about that first song, so I took the opportunity again to find Eli. I searched high and low, thinking he may have forgotten the seat… even if it was in the first row. I had stopped paying attention to the man until he mentioned something about the lead violinist again.
“In this next song, we will have our most gifted young violinist play a solo at center stage. Please help me in welcoming the man who made this night possible, Eli Collins,” said the conductor. My heart just about stopped then. He didn’t just say what I thought he said. He couldn’t have. Eli was here with me, and he was off doing something somewhere…
The crowd cheered much louder than before, and my heart thudded as I saw a man with dark brown hair leave his chair and make his way to the front of the stage. There was a microphone set up for him, and he paused to adjust it to the right height. It was Eli. My Eli was up on the stage with the orchestra. It all made sense then.
Eli lifted his violin to his shoulder and rested his chin upon it, raising his bow. He gave the conductor a quick glance for the okay to begin, and turned to face the audience. I saw his chest rise and fall once, and he then closed his eyes and pulled his bow across the strings, generating a heavenly sound.
After a few notes, the rest of the orchestra joined in with him, but his piece was heard above all the rest. I thought I had heard the most amazing music before Eli got up there and worked his magic, but now I was certain I would never hear anything more beautiful in my life than what he produced. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and my mouth was gaping the entire time.
His movements were fluid and precise, exactly how a violinist should look. He used no sheet music, and played with his eyes closed for most of the song. At one point he did open his eyes and searched the first row for me. When he finally saw me, he broke his serious look and smiled helplessly. Then he winked and closed his eyes again, losing himself in the moment.
I was absolutely astounded.