I Am Yours, Mr Chevalier!
The Part 89
LINDEN CENTER, ELDERLY HOME AND REHABILITATION CENTER, BROOKLYN, NEW YORK. AUGUST, 2024.
"Mia, you take lunch to Rose Chevalier's room, she's not feeling well, so can't join the lunch with the others." Chante, a woman of pondered afro-american descent, waved at Mia who had just emerged from the kitchen door. The black long-haired and south-east Asian-faced girl nodded.
Mia Pushed the wheeled table full of lunch menus, out of the spacious and clean pantry. The girl walked through the long red carpeted hallways on her left right there are room doors like a star hotel.
Arriving in front of the room at the very end, he saw the door slightly open. Mia knocked on the silver-colored door slowly.
"Lake in." The voice of a woman who seemed to have aged was heard from inside the room. The girl immediately opened the door wide and pushed her desk into a spacious and neat room with a minimalist design.
"Hi, Rose, I brought you lunch." Mia pushed the table towards Madame Rose who was on the bed, leaning her back against the headboard, with a book she was reading in her hand. The woman took off her glasses and closed the book. Then smile at Mia.
"Ah, Mia, you're so kind" Madame Rose said kindly. The girl smiled as she prepared Madame Rose's plate and filled it with some menus.
"You want me to go with you to eat, Rose?" mia asked while thrusting the plate to Madame Rose.
"No, Mia, my granddaughter will be here any minute."
"Well, Rose, if you'll excuse me, I'll come back after you finish your lunch." Mia stroked the back of Madame Rose's hand gently, then moved out of the room.
"Ah, Mia ..," called Madame Rose when she almost disappeared from behind the door.
"Yes, Rose?" Mia pops her head.
"Hopefully work here" said Madame Rose.
"Thanks." -." Mia's smile expands. If only all of these elderly home patients were as friendly and as good as Rose Chevalier.
"Ah, my granddaughter has come," Madame Rose said excitedly as a long-haired blonde man who was tied up recklessly, appeared beside Mia. The man looked at Mia briefly then nodded. To then enter the room and be greeted by Madame Rose who hugged her tightly.
The man's face was familiar, but who was it?
Mia twisted her brain, trying to remember the figure of the face she had just seen. Madame Rose's.
The girl flicked her shoulders, after feeling unsuccessful in remembering who the blond and blue-eyed young man was. His steps quickly headed to the dining room located at the end of the hall. Continuing his work to take care of all the needs of nursing home patients with all their fuss.
***
BROWNSVILLE, BROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
Mia threw her body on the long sofa of her cramped apartment living room.
He took off his coat and thick scarf and then threw it away. His feet that were still wrapped in his warm boot he straightened them onto the table.
"A tiring day, huh?" chirped Ashley, a friend sharing her apartment, who was passing through the kitchen.
"The elderly are really driving me crazy" mia chuckled, but in her heart she didn't seriously say that. One week working at the Linden Center as a cleaner and delivery man and other patient needs, Mia found no significant obstacles, it's just that having to be extra patient serves the will of the elderly who sometimes make the girl a little overwhelmed.
"You play tonight?" Ashley exclaimed from the kitchen.
"Yep" said Mia.
"I want to watch you, and watch Will of course" Ashley frowned. Will, Mia's bandmate, who Ashley has been expecting for a long time.
Mia. "Yes, yes, of course" he said.
"You yourself? How's your relationship with Brandon?" ashley asked, the girl was now sitting next to Mia, with a glass of orange juice in her hand.
"I have nothing to do with Brandon" said Mia.
"What's right, you guys look really good."
"He's my bestfriend, Ash .. I don't date a bestfriend," quipped Mia.
"There's no law against that, Mia."
Mia shakes. "I'm gonna go to sleep, see you tonight, then?" mia said as she got up from the sofa and stepped towards her room.
"Okaye ...." Ashley exclaims. Twisted both his eyeballs. Mia always avoids talking about men and romance.
***
BELLY BAR, 14 B ORCHAD ST, BROOKLYN, NEW YORK CITY.
Mia stepped into the waiting room behind a small stage inside the bar. Placed his violin bag lined with several guitars neatly arranged on the wall. Brandon and Will are chatting with Graham, their drummer.
"Finally you came too" Brandon said as soon as he saw Mia's arrival. There was relief on his face.
The girl grimaced. "I fell asleep" he explained.
"Lets go."
The four of them snatched their respective musical instruments and walked out of the room and walked towards the stage. The bar was starting to get crowded. Applause from the bar visitors welcomed their arrival.
Mia inserted her violin wires into the amps and tested her voice by picking one by one her branches. Swiping his bow over his violin string. After feeling settled, Mia faced the mic and cleared her throat several times, trying to smooth her throat.
"Hi, Bar Belly, emm .. we are Funeralopolis, and we are here for you ton."
Brandon's guitar is heard playing an intro cover of Janis Joplin's popular Summertime of 1969. Funeralopolis is a heavy blues rock band, with a touch of Mia violin that makes their music sound different.
"Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good-looking
So hush, little baby, don't you cry ...."
Mia smiled and waved at Ashley who had just walked into the bar. The apartment's first friend greeted Mia's hand with excitement.
That night Bar Belly was broken by a washed-up appearance of Funeralopolis. The regular band was getting a lot of tips from the bar goers.
***
In a corner of the bar room, a man with his black hoodie enjoys the local Brooklyn band carefully, while enjoying a bottle of whiskey that is now only half the time.
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Hi, I'm back again, my dear friends, I can finally update.
Not the same with me and Ben? 🤣
Whatever the storyline will be, just enjoy it.
Love y'all's.
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