The house was a mess. There were barely any clean clothes and no clean nightdresses or pyjamas and she was down to her last pair of thick black tights. The lawn was overgrown and the house plants dying...this was the reality for a junior female doctor working long shifts at the hospital. While she was working, the house fell into chaos but Julia wasn't earning enough to hire a full time cleaner. As she sat there in just her underwear as there were no dressing gowns or robes clean enough to wear, eating food that was on the cusp of its use by date, she felt miserable being in such squalor.
After eating a breakfast that smelled suspiciously like it had gone off, showeringm then finding a clean outfit to wear and plaiting her hair, she was ready to tackle those chores. Even then, she had worn a hole in her comfy loafers...yet another expense, yet another thing to do.
The mess outside was like a jungle had sprung up. Lots of weeds around the bins, piles of grot and detritus all around. It was fortunate for her that none of the neighbours had complained about the mess. The home looked like some kind of crazy, cat lady lived there all alone and not a qualified doctor. If she didn't get on top of this, then she'd probably end up as that crazy cat lady.
As she finished clearly away the last of the stinky weed bushes, her pager went off.
"Oh what now?" she said, exasperated. She checked to see that it wasn't the hospital who had left a message...it was the Casbah Gallery in San Myshuno: She had been booked to play a lunchtime recital at the gallery and the pager was reminding her she had to be there at midday; an hour from now. She just had enough time to check her hair and outfit before grabbing the sheet music and heading on into the city centre.
The piano was all laid out for her in the music room on the second floor. Julia played piano at various clubs and venues to supplement her income and from an amateur open mic night at the Blue Velvet, she now played there and now here at the Casbah Gallery.
There were a steady stream of onlookers throughout her session and the tips came rolling in. It was just a lunchtime concert but she had made $100 through tips alone.
Once her recital had finished, she gathered up her sheet music and headed downstairs where she bumped into a familiar face: Rez Valdes. Whenever she and Rez met...and it was always by chance...he had been besotted with her. Normally her heart sank whenever a man put some moves on her but today she wasn't so fussed. Recently she had met a man called Vincent Bledsoe at work who did stir what little romantic inklings she possessed and whilst not won over by Rez's devotions to her, neither did she instantly recoil from them now.
"Hello Rez" she said.
"Oh, hi Julia. How's it going?" he replied, nonchalantly.
"Alright. I just did a lunchtime piano recital upstairs"
"Yeah, I caught the last part of that. You played well; not that I know much classical stuff."
"I'm glad you liked it..." she said, tentatively. She was setting herself the task of talking to a guy of her own age without becoming defensive. "What about you? How are you today?"
"Me? Yeah, well, I was jamming outside, you know? Playing my sound...a mix of Latin influence rock n' roll with a touch of rockabilly, you know what I mean?" he said, coolly.
"Not really, but I must come and see you play sometime" she said, smiling. Rez remained cool and detached though.
"That'd be cool" he replied. "I'm building up a bit of a fanbase now..." he said, looking to his left and noticing a teenage girl looking coyly at him. He gave her a nod and a wave in response. "Yeah, you gotta have a fanbase" he continued. Julia could tell his romantic attentions were elsewhere now and she had mixed feelings about that. Relief that he wasn't pestering her but there was also a sense of jealousy bubbling up within her.
"I wish you good fortune in your musical endeavours" she said, glancing at the besotted teenager by the front doors of the gallery. "And in other things as well..."
Julia felt it was the right time to go...she thought about being prudent with the money she'd earned at the gallery but then she decided to bank $20 and spend the rest down at the spa...she could do with a spiritual and physical cleanse with the aim of gaining some personal control over her increasingly chaotic life and if there was one thing Julia hated, it was chaos.
Yoga appealed to her; the combination of seemingly simple body movements, achieving peace of mind but contrasted with the discipline and trying to balance oneself...physically and mentally...was a challenge. Worship and prayers at the synagogue, a big feature of her childhood, were too crowded and layered with intricate social relationships whereas yoga was more personal. Now she only attended the synagogue when it was a family matter or for important religious days.
There was only Julia and one other lady in the yoga class today and Julia felt self-conscious as she worried that the spotlight would be more on her and that she couldn't fade into the group. As fortune would have it, the other lady fell down twice whilst Julia managed the routines just about adequately.
After the session Julia was preparing to change and head home when she saw another familiar face...Kerry Fry. She'd forgotten he worked here as a physiotherapist.
"Kerry! Hi!" she said, waving to him as she walked down the hall to the massage section of the spa.
"Oh, Julia, hi" he said, looking her up and down. "Did you have a good session? I see you look more....toned". His tone sounded more suggestive.
"Do I really?" she replied, innocently as she ran her hands up and down her waist and hips. This just made Kerry bite his bottom lip to restrain himself. He was at work, after all.
"You know, it's been too long since we last hung out...I thought you'd met some guy and were too busy for your old friends these days" he said.
"Me? With a guy? What, romantically? Don't be silly *SNORT*" she said, letting out her trademark snorting laugh.
"Look, I'm busy all this week but how about next week? You, me...I know this great whole food restaurant we could go to." he asked.
"Yeah, sure...as friends?" she replied.
"Oh yeah, totally cool in a friendly type way" he replied.
"OK, give me a call next week then"
"You got it!" he said, clicking his tongue and winking at her.
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