Part 7: The Hotel Room and The Realization
Rose and Jimmy begin to think of the possibilities in their shared hotel room...
Jimmy and Rose headed back to the upgraded room in a shanty hotel just a few blocks down from the Berkeley train station. As Rose took a shower, Jimmy fiddled with the radio stations until he heard something that sparked his fancy, he couldn't believe they were playing "separation of church and skate" by NOFX. He couldn't help but bob his head up and down enjoying the soothing sounds of punk then as if it took control over him he started to mouth the words. He searched the room for signs of Rose to see if she was still taking a shower, once the coast was clear he began to play the most passionate air guitar ever, as if he were the opening act for punk greats, Maybe the sleazy hotel room full of things that were even out of style in the 70's was the great venue of CBGB, The Ramones and the sex pistols were the following acts, maybe Sid Vicious and Johnny Rotten were going to sign him .. the show, then like clockwork rose came out and witnessed the whole thing with a smile on her face not that of a child laughing at someone's misfortune but a smile of admiration of how music can revive a beaten and weathered heart.
"you amaze me Mr.Terrible..."
Jimmy just stopped dead in his track with his left hand holding Dm chord and the other hitting the Whammy bar , mouth wide open as if he were screaming "God save the queen" to his pumped crowd. His eyes were the only thing that showed his embarrassment and fright.
"Hi...uhm.." is all that Jimmy could get out through his embarrassed grin and pose.
"It's okay if you're into Bloc Party I have the silent alarm cd in my bag you can listen to them and tell me what you think"
"I'm a big fan actually, but yeah I'll put it in right in... thanks"
"okay, I'll be right out then we can have lunch what do you think?"
"sounds great"
Rose walked back up the little halfway with a towel only covering her bare chest and back. That left little to Jimmy's wild imagination, Jimmy reached for the CD and instantaneously went right to Luno and began jamming once again as his crowd awaited him but this time Julian Casablancas and Pete Doherty were cheering him on(in Jimmy's perfect universe the libertines were still together) he opened up his black journal to the next clean page between random photographs of croissant assembly, plating instructions and his king kong doodle. He wrote one he was so damned sure about it ' I just captured the moment that always alluded me back home... and I love it!' As rose went through her normal post shower rituals she couldn't help but feel this unexplainable crush and overwhelming attraction to jimmy not because he was a chef or that they liked the same things but because of his resiliency to allow people in even when he's at his weakest point. She knew about this because when jimmy took off for his smoking break while she slept, she woke up, when she hit the window. She noticed the he'd dropped his other notebook, a blue-ish white book with a chewed up spiral and what seemed to be a permanently rolled cover as if he used to stick it in his back pocket. She read a few pages and found out why he said he was escaping an inevitable heartache. She also began to think, she wasn't too stable to be falling for this guy, whom she just met, no matter how charming he may be. Also he's not too stable himself so no way in the world would this relationship ever work, but in an imperfect world they are the right one for each other.
At the same time Jimmy began to ask himself the same question would this ever happen? all he did was unpack his knife kit and came up with a brilliant idea, he'll just cook for her and take it from there. No more thinking about the future, no more thinking 'what if this' or 'what if that' he'll just play it by ear. He pulled out hs french knife, paring knife, steele and began to hone. Every stroke was a distant thought coming to frutition, every chance of a second guess was promptly tossed out of his mind. They had just met no more than 6 hours ago but it is like fate brought them together, they were sharing a room and well he was falling for her not in love perse but falling from his concrete wall that surrounds his heart. He is going to give it chance one more time and maybe it can all work out for the best, and maybe just maybe he'll find that girl of his dreams hidden somewhere under the surface of rose.
"you amaze me Mr.Terrible..."
Jimmy just stopped dead in his track with his left hand holding Dm chord and the other hitting the Whammy bar , mouth wide open as if he were screaming "God save the queen" to his pumped crowd. His eyes were the only thing that showed his embarrassment and fright.
"Hi...uhm.." is all that Jimmy could get out through his embarrassed grin and pose.
"It's okay if you're into Bloc Party I have the silent alarm cd in my bag you can listen to them and tell me what you think"
"I'm a big fan actually, but yeah I'll put it in right in... thanks"
"okay, I'll be right out then we can have lunch what do you think?"
"sounds great"
Rose walked back up the little halfway with a towel only covering her bare chest and back. That left little to Jimmy's wild imagination, Jimmy reached for the CD and instantaneously went right to Luno and began jamming once again as his crowd awaited him but this time Julian Casablancas and Pete Doherty were cheering him on(in Jimmy's perfect universe the libertines were still together) he opened up his black journal to the next clean page between random photographs of croissant assembly, plating instructions and his king kong doodle. He wrote one he was so damned sure about it ' I just captured the moment that always alluded me back home... and I love it!' As rose went through her normal post shower rituals she couldn't help but feel this unexplainable crush and overwhelming attraction to jimmy not because he was a chef or that they liked the same things but because of his resiliency to allow people in even when he's at his weakest point. She knew about this because when jimmy took off for his smoking break while she slept, she woke up, when she hit the window. She noticed the he'd dropped his other notebook, a blue-ish white book with a chewed up spiral and what seemed to be a permanently rolled cover as if he used to stick it in his back pocket. She read a few pages and found out why he said he was escaping an inevitable heartache. She also began to think, she wasn't too stable to be falling for this guy, whom she just met, no matter how charming he may be. Also he's not too stable himself so no way in the world would this relationship ever work, but in an imperfect world they are the right one for each other.
At the same time Jimmy began to ask himself the same question would this ever happen? all he did was unpack his knife kit and came up with a brilliant idea, he'll just cook for her and take it from there. No more thinking about the future, no more thinking 'what if this' or 'what if that' he'll just play it by ear. He pulled out hs french knife, paring knife, steele and began to hone. Every stroke was a distant thought coming to frutition, every chance of a second guess was promptly tossed out of his mind. They had just met no more than 6 hours ago but it is like fate brought them together, they were sharing a room and well he was falling for her not in love perse but falling from his concrete wall that surrounds his heart. He is going to give it chance one more time and maybe it can all work out for the best, and maybe just maybe he'll find that girl of his dreams hidden somewhere under the surface of rose.
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