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[22 Jul 2011|03:11pm] |
I play Anne
Billy: Billy was nervous as he sat on the plane, waiting for it to land. He didn't know what it would be like when he saw Anne for the first time. He already felt like he knew her pretty well, but he was still a bit nervous to come face to face with her. He'd grown pretty fond of Anne in the short time they'd known each other, and he was hoping that would just continue when he finally saw her. When the plane touched down, he took a deep breath and grinned, looking out the window at the airport. He'd only told Anne the night before what time he'd be flying in, and he was glad she was available to pick him up from the airport. He grabbed his carry-on from around his feet and threw it over his shoulder as he headed off the plane. He walked through the terminal and spotted her immediately. A smile hit his face automatically, just like it did whenever he thought of her. He'd expected her to be prettier in person than she was behind a computer screen, but he hadn't realized just how stunning she was. He walked toward her, his pace picking up into a slight run by the time he got closer to her. He dropped his bag on the ground and opened his arms up to give her a hug, holding on to her tightly. "Hi you," he murmured in her ear, giving her cheek a quick kiss.
Anne:Since Anne had found out last night that he was getting in this afternoon she had anxiously excited about seeing Billy. They had talked for weeks now, and ever since that first night of talking to him she had wanted to talk to him in person. As she had been there a bit early she watched several flights come through the terminal, before his was to come in. It wasn't long after the last flight came through that his did and as she watched the head of familiar curls bounce through the crowd she flashed him a smile once he saw her waiting for him. She took a deep breath as he almost ran towards her and wrapped her arms around him when he had finally stood in front of her. "Hey to you too. So glad you could come here. I hope that the flight wasn't too bad," she said as she stepped back out of the hug to look at him.
Billy: He smiled at her, "it wasn't that bad." He reached over and squeezed her hand slightly, then picked up his bag and tossed it over his shoulder. "You look good," he said, walking with her to the baggage claim terminal. He tilted his head to look over at her, "How was your day?" He'd been looking forward to being with her for awhile now, and he'd been hoping that the spark they seemed to have would translate face-to-face. The minute he'd seen her and held her, he'd known that it had. He already had a rush from just being with her, and he was excited to spend the next few days with her. When they got to the baggage claim, he picked up his guitar and his suitcase in his other arm, freeing up a hand to reach down and hold hers, listening to her as she talked.
Anne: "I am glad that it wasn't bad. I know it was probably longer than what you thought. I know I felt that way anyways." Running her hand through her now shorter hair she remembered that she didn't tell him, "I meant to tell you last night that my hair was cut for the movie, what do you think? In a couple of scenes my hair looks like a longer version of yours with it curly." Once he had this things they started to walk out and it was then she noticed that her hand was in his. Smiling when she looked down, it felt just like she had thought about for the last week. "My day was great, started out the usual way when I am on location. Going for a morning run and then stopping at a new or favourite cafe/bakery for coffee and something to eat." She led the way to the car she had borrowed from a co-worker so that she could drive them back to her hotel.
Billy: He half smiled, one corner popping up while the other stayed in his natural face. It was a habit of his that he'd picked up a while back, and most of the time he didn't realize he was doing it. "I've been on long plane rides before, it was nothing," he said. It was the anticipation more than anything. He'd been excited to see her, and that coupled with the lengthy plane ride had put him on edge, but he'd slept through most of it. He shrugged when she mentioned her hair, "looks good to me." He wasn't really a hair guy anyway. Some guys were all about hair and could be attracted to a woman on that sole basis. He wasn't like that, though. He gave her hand a small squeeze, taking a mental note of how perfectly theirs seemed to fit together. "That sounds like a fun start to the day," he smiled. He'd taken up running when he was younger, mostly as a way to get away from home and have some control over his always changing life. It'd since become a normal part of his routine. He followed her to the car, opening up the drivers side for her. It felt kind of weird to open up the drivers side for a woman. He was very used to driving when it came to going on dates, but he knew it would be an abysmal failure if he tried to drive that day. Not to mention he knew it wasn't her car. He had Anne pop the trunk before he put his stuff in, then climbed into the passenger seat, buckling up. "Don't kill me now," he joked with a wink.
Anne: She had been amazed that they were so easy going with each other, even though she knew that they were both probably nervous as this had been talked about for so long. "When I am at home I take my dog out with me. She loves it, especially the beach runs as she loves playing in the water. Its just nice to be able to clear your head every morning from all the thoughts the day before or from a bad dream, you know?" Anne said before she got in the car. She thought it was sweet that he opened the door for her as she wasn't expecting that he would. Once he told her not to kill him she pouted and sarcatically remarked, "Damn how did you know my plan? However driving on the left hand side of the road is a little weird for me, but I promise I won't kill you." Driving back to the hotel wasn't too hard and she only turned on the wipers instead of the turn signal once. Once parked she popped the trunk and got out of the car to help with his things. Knowing that he would argue her to not carry anything, she immediately reached for the guitar and stated, "At least let me look cool and fool people that I play the guitar by carrying the case ok?"
Billy:"Tell me about this dog," he said. He hadn't heard her talk about her dog before, and he was curious. He was definitely a dog lover. "Do you have bad dreams often?" he asked her, his eyes fixed on her as she drove. He used to have bad dreams a lot but in the past few months they'd seemed to be eradicated. He smiled at her comment about killing him. It was something he probably would have said to her if the roles were reversed, and it made him chuckle softly to know that they were similar in their humor. Not that he hadn't already known that. He pretended not to notice when she turned on the wipers and not the turn signal. After all, it was something he would have done in her position, and probably something she'd be embarrassed about. He bit his lip as he watched her reach for his guitar case. He wasn't sure if he should let her carry it or not. Most of it was just the chivalrous part of him that insisted that women not carry anything. He was the type of guy that would carry eight different pieces of baggage if it meant his girl didn't have to carry anything. And on top of that, his guitar was his baby. He rarely let anyone else carry it but him. "Okay," he relented, deciding to trust her instead of being on guard at the first part. "Just don't run it into the wall or let it out of your grip or anything, okay?" He picked up his other pieces of luggage and followed her into the hotel. "That puppy's my pride and joy, you know. And it's going to be what feeds you tonight, so..." He trailed off, nodding his head at her.
Anne: She shook her head as she replied to his questions, "I don't get them often but when I do its nice to shake them off with the run." When she had taken the guitar she hadn't thought that it would have been a big deal to carry it as she didn't think of it the way he did. "I will be very careful carrying it. Its important and special to you so I will. And for my dog well its a bit of a story but I won't bore you with the whole thing. But basically Esmerelda, she is a chocolate lab, was mine and my ex-fiance's dog. As you know he is jail for fruad, so instead of giving her away as I was so attached with her I kept her. I don't know what is going to happen when he gets out but let me tell you I will fight for her. I hated leaving her at home but I didn't think that the flights would be fair to her especially when I have to fly around a lot for this film. And that is apparently my short story of my baby girl." She bit her bottom lip and continued to walk down the hall towards her room. At her door she grabbed her slipe card out of her back pocket to unlock the door. Once inside the room she walked over to the bed and careful laid the guitar on the bed, turned around with a smile, "See not dropped, smashed, knocked or broken. But you do have to explain how the guitar is going to feed me this evening, that I am curious about mister."
Billy: He smiled at her, a sign of his thankfulness that she was careful with his guitar. "Esmerelda is a pretty name. Did you name her after the book?" he asked, then paused. "When does he get out? I think if you had the dog together you've got a fair shot at keeping her. You sound as if you really love her." He smiled when she laid the guitar down, setting his suitcase down by the bed. "Thank you for handling with such care," he said, a slight tint of laughter in his voice. "Because this guitar is what fattens up my wallet, and that's how I can pay for your dinner," he smiled at her. He reached for her hand and pulled her closer into another hug, kissing her on the cheek. He wasn't quite brave enough to go for the whole thing yet, especially considering that he wasn't completely sure how she would respond. He wanted to give her a little time to be adjusted to him before he just went for the kill. Though honestly, he could tell that he was already getting difficult.
Anne: She looked at him puzzled, "Which book are you refering to? And we named her as it was only one we could agree on together. I love her a lot, I miss her when Im on long trips like now. He has a couple more years to go, he should get out in 2012 if all goes well, or possibly earlier who knows. Do you have any pets?" His southern accent was a pleasure to listen to him speak, and she would have to get him on a speal at some point so she could just bask in that voice. "I didn't realize the guitar was a money source, maybe I should get me a magical guitar that spits out money to put in my wallet," she teased as she hugged him back. Being in his arms was a nice feeling and she didn't want it to end, but for being around him for such a short while she didn't want come off as clingy or anything. "Well sugar, now that you are here. Is there anything you want to do? Like are you hungry? tired? wanting to stretch your legs?" She asked knowing that she would have wanted to do all of those things once she got off that plane.
Billy: "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame," he replied. He was definitely an avid reader. "Have you read it? Esmeralda is this beautiful gypsy who is condemned to death when she refuses to marry the villain of the story." He explained. It was actually one of his favorite books. He thought the story was beautiful. "I can imagine how you would miss her. Did you bring a picture of her with you?" He asked, looking around the room. "Do you have any plans for when he gets out? Are you going to put out an order on him or anything?" He wasn't sure how much she'd want to talk about her ex, but she'd brought it up and he wasn't the type to shy away from conversation. Not to mention, he wanted her to know that no topic scared him away. "I don't," he said. "I used to have a yellow lab a few years back but when I started touring I gave him up because I didn't think it was fair that he was left all the time," he shrugged. "I would love to have another soon though." He wasn't generally a big talker. Most people would label him the strong, silent type. But Anne drew conversation out of him pretty well. Mostly to hear his accent, he was sure. "My guitar is the source of all good in this world," he winked. "It'll come in handy for you a bit later." He had a plan to use his guitar with her. He wasn't sure when it would come up, but he knew it would before he left her side. "Her name is Adeline," he said. He opened the case up, pulling the guitar out and sitting on the bed, crosslegged with it in his lap. "Any requests?" he asked her, patting the seat beside him. He wasn't hungry or sleepy, in fact, he was kind of wired. He knew he would crash sooner or later, but for now he was just running on the adrenaline of being in her company.
Anne: She had totally forgot about that story. "You sound like you know all the characters personally" she said with a grin on her face in a teasing manner. She looked around the room looking for her purse and went to grab it to dig out her wallet to show him. "She is everywhere I go," she said as she handed him the picture of her and Esmerelda that had been taken on one of their walks on the beach. As he looked the picture she tried to find words to answer his questions about Raffaello. She was pretty good talking about him these days, but wasn't sure if it was good to talk about exes so soon. "The only plan I have right now is to not be around him. He tries to contact me but I ignore the letters as he hurt me bad and I don't need that sort of engery in my life anymore, you know." She sat down on the bed and said hi to his guitar, even though she laughed inside as she talked to a guitar, but he wasn't the kind to make fun of her for it. She thought about a song, but she wasn't sure what he knew so she let him decide a song to play for her as she could tell that he probably had something in mind to play.
Billy: He chuckled. "I do. It's one of my favorite books. My older sister used to read it to me before bed," he replied. Truth be told, he still enjoyed reading that book before he went to bed. He had always loved it and bedtime stories weren't something that was just for kids, at least not in his mind. He studied the picture of Esmeralda, smiling. "She seems great," he said, handing it back to her. "I can't wait to meet her." He nodded as she talked about Raffaello, "you certainly deserve better than that. I think it's a wise move to ignore him." He reached over and squeezed her shoulder, trying to give her some sort of comfort in his touch that was lacking in the memory. He smiled when she said hi to his guitar, and he pulled it over his shoulder and started strumming it. "Well, I had one song I was going to play for you later in the week when I'd gotten more of a chance to see how we meshed in person." He shrugged, "but I guess I could play it for you now, if you're pretty comfortable."
Anne: "Older siblings are good for stuff like that, I remember reading with my brother Michael when I was younger and he also read to our younger brother. I on the other hand liked a new story every night, so there wasn't one that was read as a favourite." Anne put her wallet back in her purse which she set on the floor. "Essie, as I sometimes call her is a great dog. I am sure she would like you too, if not you are puppy chow!" she winked. Talking about her past wasn't as hard as she thought it was going to be, and she knew that it would all come out sometime. Billy seemed different so telling him what she thought came easier which was comforting. Hearing the guitar being strummed she stopped thinking about the past and focused on the guy who was here with her now, he was the one that mattered. "I mean if you want to play that later on I am fine with it. So lets see," she thought about a song for him to play, "How about something by Garth Brooks. I am sure he has something you could play, if not anything would be good."
Billy: "I probably would have liked a different story every night too. We just couldn't afford much, so Esmeralda it was," he replied. He laughed at her comment about Esmeralda. He could totally understand that. "I'll be on my best behavior," he stated. "I wouldn't want to get kicked to the curb." He gave her a soft smile to let her know that he had no plans of backing away from her anytime soon. He made a face at the guitar as he strummed random chords, trying to think of a good Garth Brooks song that he knew. "I wouldn't have pegged you as Garth type," he said, tuning his guitar slightly before he picked up his pick and started playing If Tomorrow Never Comes, his eyes fluttering back and forth between hers and his fingers on the strings
Anne: "I will make sure to tell her all about you when I see her next and and then she can decide if she will meet you and we will let it go from there. Its too bad you had to give your dog away, as they might have been really good friends." Anne liked that he was sensitive about the whole situation with Raffaello as that was a difficult topic to deal with. "There is probably a lot you wouldn't know about me if you didn't know me," she stated as she listened to the song on the guitar. When she had thought about Garth this was the song that she thought of first but wanted to give him a choice to play as she didn't know what he knew how to play or not. "This is a great song choice, just so you know. How long have you been playing for?" she asked as she watched his fingers fly over the strings as if it were nothing. That is something she wished that she knew how to do was play the guitar. She knew how to play some piano but wouldn't say that she was great at it, singing was more her thing when it came to musical talents. As he continued to play she hummed along.
Billy: "I hope she decides to meet me," he replied, nodding about his own pup. He studied her face for a moment as she talked about the hidden parts of her before he asked, "tell me about some of those things." He wanted to know everything he could about Anne. He had wanted to before he met her, and now even moreso now that she was sitting in front of him. "Oh, since I was young, maybe six. I got a guitar from my Dad for Christmas one year and it helped me relax when shit hit the fan, so I've always kind of had a hand on it," he explained. "Do you play?" he asked her, changing the song once he'd finished to an old Rolling Stones tune.
Anne: She smiled, "I can't tell you everything because I won't remember it all. However here is a random fact. I only like tuna on toast or grilled. If you put it between two slices of bread forget it. I know that is weird, but I did tell you it was random." Listening to him tell her about his childhood was great as she was piecing together who he was and she was liking what she was seeing so far. "Did you take lessons or did you just pick it up yourself?" Shaking her head, "I can't say that I do. I am more of a singer, but one day it would be nice to know how to." He switched songs so easily it was like he was doing it without thinking, and that impressed her as she watched his fingers move.
Billy:"You won't remember it all?" he chuckled. "I'm the old man with the memory issues, remember?" He smiled as he listened to her talk about tuna fish. "Well, I don't like tuna at all, so I guess we're even there. What's your dream sandwich?" he asked her, preparing to commit it to memory. He continued strumming on the guitar as he answered her, "I took lessons during the summer to have something to do, but when school started up I usually dropped out. My dad would get pretty picky about our grades and what not, so I spent a lot of time doing homework and playing sports and trying to be perfect," he shrugged, smiling. "But I had a good neighbor who played guitar and after school sometimes I'd go over to her house and we'd play some guitar and she taught me a few things. I can give you a few lessons," he smiled. He reached for her hands, pulling them over to press down at certain parts of each of the strings, explaining to her what each chord was. He only told her a few before he smiled, "so, I've been working on this song for you in hopes that the chemistry would fly when I got here as much as it did back at home." He said, then started strumming his own version of the Keith Urban song he'd showed her a few weeks earlier, I'm In. Instead of sticking to the lyrics, however, he inserted her name into various parts where Keith normally sang 'baby', trying to let her know that he was serious and had thought this song through.
Anne: "I meant to say that I won't remember it all now. It usually just pops into my head. I'll remember not to cook you tuna for supper." She paused thinking about a sandwich that she liked, "I can't say that I dream about sandwiches but there is the classic PB and J, or a fried eg sandwich in the mornings. Im usually not that fussy." Taking it all in she was shocked that even though he had a passion for guitar it wasn't always in the picture. "No one is perfect, but in our own ways we strive to be. Your father was right in making sure that school was first. I love learning, which is why I am slowly working on getting a degree in my spare time." As he pressed her fingers against the strings she tried to remember the chords to impress him with later, but it was hopeless as she was thinking about his touch. She she heard him play the song that he had been talking about a smile came over her face as she knew the song inside and out as she couldn't stop playing it. When he was done she leaned over and kissed his cheek, "for the record what you are doing is working."
Billy: "I would appreciate that," he chuckled. "Have you ever had peanut butter and banana?" He asked. It was his favorite sandwich, sometimes with some honey or some cinnamon, even. "Absolutely," he nodded in agreement. "Parents can tend to go overboard with their expectations though, unfortunately. What was funny about my Dad was that he didn't seem to realize that I loved school. He didn't have to push me to make me want to learn, it really only closed me off to it." He smiled when she heard about her degree, "what in?" He'd wanted to go to college and get a degree and play football, but he'd done poorly in school as a result of his home life, and those dreams had been thwarted. Music was a good back up plan though. He smiled when she kissed his cheek, his hand raising up to softly grab her chin and pull it back towards him as he kissed her, a kiss that could either go deeper or standalone.
Anne:She was about ready to answer his questions when he had thrown her offguard with the kiss. Not that she hadn't thought of it at least five times since she had picked him up from the airport. She pulled away from him for a second or two as to read his face before her lips found his again. Their kisses were soft and sweet like she had imagined that they would be like. This time when she pulled away she sat back down, and quietly "wow" escaped her lips.
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