Firsts

3 Conversations

I woke up happy and contented. I looked at my phone to make sure it wasn't just a dream. It wasn't. Man, we talked about some heavy things, well I did. But I suppose she needed to know. I snapped off a quick morning text.

Good morning. I hope you slept well and have a good day. I'll talk to you this evening. Love & Light -- Avi.

I went on my morning run, then jumped in the shower and got the rest of my day started.

I didn't have anything pressing to do for the day, so I slept in. I had a sweet little text message waiting for me, confirming that yesterday was real. I yawned and stretched. I sent back a quick reply.

Good morning. I had such sweet dreams last night. I hope your day goes well and I look forward to talking to you later. <3 Lizzie

I played on my phone for a little while before hopping in the shower and getting my laundry started.

My day went about as expected. I spent it in the studio working with a rather persnickety artist which led to working much later than I wanted. I was lucky enough to sneak in a call to Lizzie over lunch. I dialed her number from memory to help keep it in my mind and waited for an answer.

I was blasting music and cleaning house when my phone rang. I wasn't expecting a call til later so I answered without seeing who it was. "Hello?"

"Hi. Did I catch you at a bad time? I'm sorry. I know I said I call after dinner. But I couldn't wait that long. I can just call back later."

I smiled at the sound of his voice. "Not at all. I needed a break from cleaning anyway. How is your day going?" I got the music turned down so I could hear him.

"That's better. Now I can hear you. How can you listen to music so loud? It doesn't take much and my ears would feel like they were bleeding. What were you listening too? It's going to be a very long day. It's good to hear your voice." Yup done in typical Kaplan fashion. I gently smacked my forehead.

I blushed and flopped down on the couch. "80's pop is my cleaning music. I like to feel my music. I'm sorry that it's going to be a long day. But it's nice to hear your voice too."

"So, cleaning the house. Does not sound like fun. It will be alright. I don't have much time? No. I'm on the phone. No thank you. If you are going to bring lunch for the crew, that is fine, go talk to Marisa. Excuse me, I'm on the phone. Please. Sorry, Lizzie. What was I saying," I growled before I could calm down.

"I like a tidy space, so it's not terrible. What don't you have time for? It sounds busy over there. What kind of work are you doing today?"

"I'm working in the studio with a new artist. It's gets stressful when things don't turn out right by the fifth or sixth time. Even though I am used to things working on the 3rd or 4th maybe, I can handle that. It gets exasperating when you're the producer, you know and understand vocals, and music and your suggestions fall on deaf ears that wind up doing it the way you suggested in the first place. But it turns out fine, right?" I walked outside the studio and sat down on the benches outside. "It is a very beautiful day. I'd rather be at a park."

"I believe a wise man said that it does turn out fine. It is a beautiful day. I have my windows open and I might go for a walk later. I hope the rest of your day goes more smoothly for you"

"Me too. You like to go for walks?"

"I do. I used to run, but I kind of fell out of doing it. I should probably get back into it." I laughed at myself.

"Running is very fun. Maybe we should look into doing that together some time."

"That could definitely be fun. I didn't know you ran." I tried to picture him running, and I couldn't.