Chapter 1
As I walked down Main Street, people chattered and the nearby traffic cut out the silence. The sidewalks were busy as always, bright yellow taxi cabs whirling by in a hurry. I walk into my favorite store, Bergdorf Goodman. I peek into the shops, and decide to visit the built in restaurant to grab a quick snack.
“My regular please, miss.”
I say to the giddy waitress who always greets me on the summer New York mornings when I’m out and about.
“Why of course, Dorothy."
She's always so nice to me, I thought, I'd ought to get to know her name. Grabbing my quickly prepped drink and heading out back onto the streets, I awaited the next adventure to be tossed into my lap. In the distance, I began getting drawn to wonderful, lively music playing, jazz music. The closer it got, the more my curiosity grew. What was played in nearby clubs soon became the white noise of New York City streets. I yearned to indulge myself in the cultural atmosphere, humming with the band as we improvised our next move, the music creating itself as it beats in time. The neon signs all glowed as though heaven’s gates were brought down to Earth. My body screamed to cross the busy streets, cars honking in agreement as my eyes wandered towards the vibrant open door, the warm neon lights strung as a kind invitation. As my schedule exits my mind, I feel my legs moving on their own, asking no questions as they bring me further down the road.
“My regular please, miss.”
I say to the giddy waitress who always greets me on the summer New York mornings when I’m out and about.
“Why of course, Dorothy."
She's always so nice to me, I thought, I'd ought to get to know her name. Grabbing my quickly prepped drink and heading out back onto the streets, I awaited the next adventure to be tossed into my lap. In the distance, I began getting drawn to wonderful, lively music playing, jazz music. The closer it got, the more my curiosity grew. What was played in nearby clubs soon became the white noise of New York City streets. I yearned to indulge myself in the cultural atmosphere, humming with the band as we improvised our next move, the music creating itself as it beats in time. The neon signs all glowed as though heaven’s gates were brought down to Earth. My body screamed to cross the busy streets, cars honking in agreement as my eyes wandered towards the vibrant open door, the warm neon lights strung as a kind invitation. As my schedule exits my mind, I feel my legs moving on their own, asking no questions as they bring me further down the road.