| Rainy Days and an Earthquake Chapter 1 Rain |
| The rain beat relentlessly on the huge panorama-windows that made up one wall in the huge living room. Michael looked out the windows hoping that the weather would relent, but knew deep down it wouldn't. Behind him he heard the sound of the TV. He turned and looked at it. It was showing the weather and it showed nothing but rain for the next few days. Michael was getting so frustrated. If it wasn't for the damn rain he would be Europe, making his next music video, but no, the weather had to be so bad that all airports were closed. A storm warning was heard before he clicked off the television and walked out of the dark room. The whole condo was empty and dark. Just like his mood. He hadn't the urge to do anything. He had already tried to read and the TV wasn't interesting and none of the videos he had seemed interesting anymore. The attempt to sit down and work on some songs had an even worse end, as he had scattered all his notes on the floor and left them there. He strolled around the dark condo trying to find something to do. In the office, that was dark except the computer, the internet tempted, but he didn't feel like surfing and he had already emailed his sister telling her that he wouldn't be able to meet her in Paris, when finally his schedule had allowed it and the rain had destroyed another thing. 'It had been far too long since he'd seen his baby-sister.' He thought as he left the office. At last his stomach answered the question for him as he strolled to the kitchen. He winced as he opened the refrigerator; it was nothing there that interested him. He decided to call for some Thai-food from his favorite place. He decided on some chicken and rice with some wok in it, to satisfy his vegetarian-conscience. The women on the phone assure him that they would hurry, but the weather would slow it down a bit. He hung up growling, something totally inappropriate for children to hear, what he thought about the weather. He decided too change his clothes since he in truth hadn't gotten out his pajama-pants and it was past twelve now. He put on a pair of black jeans and a black turtleneck. He brushed his hair and pulled it back with a ribbon, ignoring it request for more care as some strands quickly left the confinement of the ribbon. He only glanced in the mirror to make sure that everything fit before putting of the lights in his bedroom. He sat down in front of the TV and put on a tape without label on it. As it started to play he saw it was a movie called "Dogma". He found it highly amusing as the angels tried to get back to heaven. His mood was brightened by the movie as the doorbell rang. |