Chapter 1
The next two years went from bad to worse. The passion was gone from my music. There was nothing left to drive it forward. My inspiration was taken away with one signature on those awful papers. My family tried to help, but it did no good. I continually watched my happy family feeling nothing but jealousy. My brothers began their own families, while I always wondered when they got so lucky and why my life was in turmoil. I secluded myself, feeling more and more depressed everyday. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I left in search of something bring me happiness.
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I got out of my car and surveyed the familiar land around me. It was about a month after I had left Tulsa, and I finally admitted to myself that this was what I had come for. Cautiously I approached the house. One of the maids answered the door. Not surprised to see me, she led me to Maria. My breath got caught in my throat at the sight of her. I never remembered her more breathtaking that now.
Although she acted a little surprised to see me, part of me suspected that she expected me. She welcomed me all the same.
“I heard about your parents. I came to pay my respects” I finally told her. I recently found out that Maria’s father had never recovered from his illness, and passed away not long ago. Her mother soon followed in grief.
“Thank you. I’m doing well though” she said. There was a pause. “So that’s all you came for?” she asked as though she expected more.
“No actually, I’ve moved to L.A.” I told her.
“How come, did your brothers come with you?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I came alone. Zac and Ike were starting their own families. It was hard on me, and hard on the band. We just didn’t have the time anymore. I got the chance to head up a record company out here, and possibly do some solo work, so I jumped on it” I explained.
“I see, well stay a while if you’re not busy” she said almost in question form.
“I’d love to” I said softly.
Making conversation was awkward for a little bit, but soon we fell back into comfortableness with each other. As weird as it sounds we talked a long time catching up on the two years we’d been apart from each other. I told her a little bit about how hard the time had been for me. I didn’t want to tell her straight out that I wanted to try to work things out, but I wanted to hint at it.
Obviously something went right because we ended up talking for hours. I didn’t even realize until I noticed it was dark outside, and I looked at the time. “Wow, it’s getting late” I announced.
“Oh wow, its so dark out. You shouldn’t be driving back to the city this late. Why don’t you just stay here for the night?” Maria suggested.
