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Chapter 3
The apartment was great! Apparently, it wasn’t as expensive as it looks
and they had decided that since they would be in Orlando for two months with
me joining them for the last month it would be less expensive to rent an
apartment than to stay in a hotel. The apartment had a living room, dining
room, kitchen, one and a half bathrooms, and three bedrooms. I figure they
purposely looked for an apartment with three bedrooms or two of us would
end up sharing a room and eventually killing each other.
After showing me to the room that they had decided would be mine, and leaving
me alone to unpack, I examined my surroundings. I had the corner room with
windows on two out of the four walls, which would make it very bright during
the day. The floor was wood, as it was everywhere else in the apartment,
with small area rugs of different vivid colors scattered around. The wallpaper
looked as though it had been splatter painted with many different colors,
as did the bedspread. The only other pieces of furniture in the room besides
the bed were a dresser with a mirror, a bookcase, a night table, and a desk
and chair set, all made of the same shiny wood. I instantly loved the room.
It reminded me of a painter’s palate. Now I know why they chose this
room for me.
Being a major procrastinator, I decided not to unpack now, and to explore
the rest of the apartment instead. I entered the hallway and opened the door
to the left of mine. I immediately knew that this was Deb’s room. The
wallpaper had a baseball theme and the bed spread was Yankees. There were
Derek Jeter and Backstreet Boys posters scattered on the walls and ceiling.
There are also elephant figurines on the dresser and bookcase, and of course
Penelope, Deb’s favorite stuffed elephant, was on the bed. Smiling,
I closed the door and walked across the hall to open the door to the left
of my own.
Stacie, ever being the "girly" one of the group, had chosen the room decorated
in a floral motif. This was really odd. It was almost as if whoever decorated
this apartment knew our personalities.
The door next to Stacie’s was the full bathroom. As I continued down
the hallway towards the living room my exploration is interrupted by shrieks
of happiness and disbelief coming from the living room.
As I enter the room Stacie and Deb fling themselves at me once again, but
this time I move out of the way making them laugh. "What’s going on?"
I ask.
"We got studio time!" they shouted in unison.
"We sent a demo tape of the two of us to a recording studio and we just got
a message o our answering machine saying that we have recording time tomorrow
at 9am!" Deb explained excitedly.
"I’m so happy for you guys!" I said sincerely. "But if you have to get
up early tomorrow you’d better go to bed now. It’s 10:30pm."
"Is it really that late?" Stacie whined. "I wanted to spend more time with
you today."
I smiled. "You have the next month to be with me, and don’t forget my
flight didn’t even come into Orlando until eight."
They both went reluctantly to bed after saying goodnight, leaving me alone
once more.
I returned to my room to unpack. After arranging my clothing and shoes in
the drawers and closet, I moved on to the other stuff. I put some novels
and art books on the top shelf of the bookcase. On the shelf below it I placed
my CDs along with my two favorite music boxes; a piano in a snow globe that
plays "Fur Elise" and a rocking horse that plays "Somewhere Out There." On
the dresser I placed pictures of family and friends, and my jewelry box.
I put my alarm clock on the night table and plugged it in. On the shelf under
the night table I plugged in my CD player. I piled all of my art supplies
on the desk to arrange later and last I put the few stuffed animals I had
brought on my bed.
Sighing, I looked around. The room still looked a bit empty, but I’d
probably accumulate more stuff while I was there. I changed into pajamas,
brushed my teeth, and looked at the clock. It was 2am. Sleepily I put my
Backstreet Boys CD, Millenium, on and climb into bed. I’m humming along
as I drift off to sleep.
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