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Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Starla turned around when she heard the mans voice mentioning Finns name. And she couldnt help but raise an eyebrow when she caught sight of the voices owner. He looked nothing like someone who would know Finn, not the type to hang out with him at all. It was so weird. Then again, who was she to judge. She wasnt Finns type either. Very far from, though her present appearance more than likely said otherwise. Underneath the attire, the image she so desperately wanted those in the music industry to see, there was a totally different person. A shy girl, terrified she wouldnt make it in her line of work, worried about being accepted. Yes, it is, Starla answered. You know Finn? she asked. Hes a friend of yours? Slightly puzzled, she gave the man a once over, trying to size him up. He was definitely decent looking and had a look of intelligence about him. His attire and manner had said it all really. Slightly disheveled, conservative clothes. Yeah, he screamed of intellect. Something she actually found to be quite an intriguing quality in a guy. Starla wondered how a smart guy like this one would know someone like Finn in the first place. Not to mention why Finn would recommend to him to come here at this precise time. Curious, but not enough to dwell on it too terribly much, she shrugged it off. It had to be coincidence there was no other explanation as far as she could tell. Plus, in the end it didnt matter. She had come to the bed and breakfast for some very much needed R R, to soak in the scenery, the tranquility. And she sure as hell was going to get it. And who knew, maybe getting to know someone who knew Finn could be a good thing. So maybe the oddity of the two of them showing up at the bed and breakfast at the same time via the recommendations of mutual friend wasnt such a bad thing after all. Starla stepped closer to the man and extended her hand, blushing a little at how ridiculous she probably looked to him in her crazy get up given where they were. She really needed to change. The sooner the better. Oh god, what he must think of me, she thought to herself. Probably thinks Im some stupid bimbo. The name is Starla, Starla McClintock, she began with a smile. A friend of Finns is a friend of mine. Hesitating ever so slightly, she added, And you are?
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Jeremy Beyer, He replied, and extended his hand to hers. I actually wouldn't call myself a friend of Finn's- I've actually never met the man. He paused, thinking how best to explain it. It's more of a know a guy who knows a guy kind of situation I suppose. You see, I introduced a friend of mine to his wife a year ago, and he has been wanting to pay me back ever since. We were at a faculty cocktail party discussing the validity of several documents from Roman Carthage- you know, military records from Scipio Africanus and whatnot, not anything of particular historical value, really- when one of my research assistants walked up and I introduced her to him. A few months later the two were married. He is the one who knows Finn, and arranged this little getaway. Jeremy explained, then paused again. Though I guess that really isn't anything you really care about, he laughed nervously. Sorry, I have a tendency to get caught up in what I'm saying sometimes. The whole time Jeremy was talking he was trying to think ahead of his words to avoid saying anything stupid. So instead he just talked too much, he felt. Great, he said to himself in his head, another awkward introduction with a woman. Some things never change. Jeremy's ability to provide all of the details on a topic while talking served him well when he was lecturing, but he was aware that it certainly wasn't a boon to small talk. It was more than once that a woman had walked away from him at the bar or coffee shop due to his habit of talking too much. Though sincere, he had been told that women took this as being too interested or desperate. This woman, Starla, seemed friendly enough, and perhaps it was best that he wasn't the only one at the bed and breakfast. Having someone else around might actually keep him out of his thesis papers and let him actually take a break and relax. Jeremy blinked and snapped himself out of his own little world. Anyway, he said, clicking a nearby pen on the counter and spinning it quickly between his fingers, I'm between semesters of lecturing right now, so I figured it was a good time to take a break. What brings you up here Ms. McClintock? he asked her.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

As Jeremy spoke, Starla couldnt help but smile. The way he talked was so endearing. It was clear that he was both smart and quite the history buff. This impressed Starla since history had never been her strong point. Plus, to see the passion in his eyes as he spoke about what he loved was something she could relate to. It was how she was with music. Oh please, no need for formalities. Call me Starla, she said as she walked closer to Jeremy. Im here for some R R. I just needed to get away from the her voice trailed. She was going to say rejections, but didnt want to come across as a pathetic bimbo trying to score it big. From the hectic lifestyle I live. Its been crazy lately and I really needed to take some time to get away and clear my head. You know, do something totally different from the usual. Oh she felt so stupid. Jeremy was so smart and seemed like a decent guy. There was no way hed want to spend time with her while they were there. She felt that she was surely beneath his standards. So, Starla began again, trying to calm herself down and get rid of the embarrassing redness she felt sweeping its way across her cheeks. Between semesters, eh? So I take it youre a professor? She paused and smiled. Let me guess history, right? She reached out and gently touched his arm, trying her best to give off an air of confidence when she really felt like she wanted to hide herself away in a closet and never show her face again. What do you say we get ourselves situated and then meet up for coffee? She was being bold and she knew it, her stomach clenched in knots as spoke, but she was curious about Jeremy and the idea of having someone else around she could talk with was very appealing. And it didnt hurt that he was easy on the eyes. Suddenly second guessing herself she found herself saying, Unless you dont want to. Ill understand. No pressure, really. Starla felt her cheeks burn, so she quickly turned around and started to walk toward the inns entrance so that she could get her things out of the trunk of her car. Stupid Starla. Stupid, stupid, stupid Starla, she thought to herself.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Ok Starla, Jeremy said with a crooked smile, Let's get coffee. In and hour, shall we say? He has just finished saying this when the old woman behind the counter handed him his room keys. Jeremy thought it a bit odd that she had checked him in without him doing anything, or even telling her his name. She could have heard him introduce himself to Starla, but still, it seemed strange to him. Regardless, he turned the keys over in his hand. Room 4, eh? He said as he looked back up to the old woman. Thanks. Jeremy picked his briefcase back up and turned towards Starla. See you in an hour, Starla. He said, smiling again. Jeremy headed up a half staircase and down a hall adorned with rustic and beautiful wallpaper and molding. The rooms were clearly marked with fancy iron numbers, so it was not hard at all to find his particular room. The lock clicked as he turned his key. Wow, he muttered to himself as he opened the door. This room blew away any hotel he had stayed in before. In one corner sat an ornate bed with finely carved wooden posts. On another wall a darkly stained wardrobe caught his eyes. There was even a small chandelier that light the room with a flick of the light switch. Jeremy tossed his briefcase down on the bed, followed shortly after by his overcoat. He sat down on the corner of the bed and let out a sigh... it was good to get away after all. The bed and breakfast was very nice, and he had already met a woman who seemed friendly as well as attractive. After a few minutes Jeremy headed back out to his car and brought in his single suitcase- he always was a light packer. He didn't bother to unpack his clothing as a slight wrinkle never really bothered him much. Almost an hour later, Jeremy headed back down the hall to the lobby, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. He approached the desk and opened his mouth to speak, but the old woman beat him to it. You can get coffee in the little cafe around the corner, sir. She said, motioning to her right. Thanks, Jeremy replied. There was certainly something strange about this woman. He turned the corner and through a doorway found a small sitting room with a handful of expensively upholstered chairs sat around a few small coffee tables. In one corner of the room there was another counter, and behind it, a few different coffee machines. Jeremy approached the counter, and a few minutes later a young man came out from the back and greeted him with a smile. Two Latte's please, Jeremy said, and reached for his wallet. He had pulled a 10 out by the time the coffee was done, but the young man waved his hand away, refusing the money. Hm, Jeremy said quietly, a bit confused about why he didn't have to pay. Instead, he stuck the bill in the tip jar, and took the two mugs of coffee. Finding a table with two chairs around it, Jeremy sat down the two mugs and sat down, letting out a yawn.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

When Starla heard Jeremy accept her invitation, she turned around and gave him a smile before she went out to her car and got her suitcases. Shed always been one to over pack, so even a short stay meant at least two large suitcases full of clothes and other things. After a bit of hauling, Starla managed to get her suitcases to her room, Room 5. She opened the door with little difficulty and when she entered she was completely stunned. Freakin hell! Starla exclaimed. The room was beautiful. Her bed was large enough to fit about four people on it and there was a pretty canopy attached to the four posters located at each corner of the bed. Against the far wall there was a gorgeous antique, cherry wood armoire. Smiling, Starla walked over to it and opened it up. It was spacious and had plenty of hangers in it. So, she opened her suitcases and began to put her clothes away. It was much easier to rummage through an armoire than a suitcase. Once her clothes were away, she tucked her suitcases underneath an ornate cherry wood table located in one of the corners of the room. Starla just smiled. Everything was perfect. Except She had to change. There was no way she wanted Jeremy to see her dressed up in her typical lets hit the city and audition gear. She went into the bathroom, which had beautiful tile floors, a large claw foot tub and a fairly large basin sink and mirror. Looking at herself in the mirror, Starla couldnt help but wince. She immediately went to work and scrubbed her face clean. She then stripped off all her clothes until she was in nothing but her bra and panties. She went to her armoire and began to search for just the right outfit. The fitted jeans and white tank top would be perfect, so Starla thought. It was simple, cute and hopefully didnt give off a bad impression. She tied her hair up into a loose knot, grabbed her handbag and headed out the door and down the stairs to the main entrance area. As Starla meandered into the main entrance area, she saw the elderly woman look over at her and smile. He went that way, dear, she said, pointing in the direction of the coffee shop located around the corner. Thanks, Starla said with a smile, though she thought it odd of the woman to meddle a little. But then again, the woman knew she was friends with Finn and from the looks of the surrounding area, it seemed like the sort of place where everyone knew everyone and therefore felt no shame interjecting whenever the urge struck. Starla entered the coffee shop and saw Jeremy sitting down at a table with two mugs in front of him. How sweet, Starla thought to herself as she made her way over to him. Hi Jeremy, I can call you that, right? Starla asked as she sat down next to Jeremy. I hope you havent been waiting too long.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

As Starla entered the little coffee shop Jeremy didn't notice her right away in her new outfit. But after a few seconds she caught his eye and he waved her over. He hadn't expected her to have changed her clothes in the last hour, but he thought the simple cute look of jeans an a tank top suited her well. He stood as she came over, handing her the coffee. Sitting back down Jeremy smiled. Of course you can call me Jeremy. And no, no I haven't been waiting long, I'd just sat down here a few minutes before you showed up. He was being truthful. After sitting down Jeremy had let his mind wander a bit, already going back to his thesis. There were still some phrasings that bothered him, and even though he has spent the entire drive here trying to think of a new way to say them, nothing had availed itself yet. He had run through the same paragraph only a few times in his head when Starla had arrived. So, Jeremy began after taking his first sip of the drink, you said you came here to escape a hectic life I think... What exactly do you do, if you don't me asking. He crossed his legs as he spoke, and hoped he wasn't being too forward or prying. Jeremy was curious about the woman, and he felt like it wasn't too early to try to get to know Starla. After all, she had been the one to ask him to coffee. He was only going to be here for a few days, so what the hell, he figured.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Starla smiled as she took a sip of her coffee. Mmm delicious, she said on a soft sigh. Thanks for getting this, she added. That was nice of you. Starla was more than impressed with the way Jeremy held himself. He seemed so considerate. It was refreshing given the sorts she typically hung around due to her line of work. Most of them were self-absorbed and obnoxious or wanting something more even if you werent willing to give it. Jeremy was the total opposite of that as far as she could tell and it made her feel warm inside, made her smile. I dont mind you asking, Starla replied taking another sip of her coffee. Though Im sure its not nearly as interesting as what you do. She paused a moment, trying to read Jeremys expression. Im a well Im a singer. Or, Im trying to be, I should say. I majored in music back in college and got a masters in music education after that. My dream is to become a singer, but on the side I teach voice and cello lessons. Grimacing behind her cup, Starla could feel her cheeks become hot, flushing a deep shade of red. She felt so stupid, so beneath the nice guy sitting next to her. It was clear to her that he was more educated, not to mention much smarter than she was. There was no way hed give her the time of day after this little coffee session, though she hoped otherwise. Taking another sip of her coffee, Starla smiled and asked, So, was I right earlier? About what you do? She needed to change the subject away from herself. Though she portrayed the air of confidence and pride, she didnt want the focus to be on herself. She wasnt thrilled with her life and was sometimes embarrassed by how fanciful it could come across to people. I find that fascinating. Starla felt her cheeks get hot once again. God, I sound desperate, she thought to herself. Im such an ass. Despite her thoughts, she continued to smile and sip at her coffee. She looked into Jeremys eyes with her dark brown ones, waiting to see what hed say and hoping that he didnt just up and leave her there, like she thought he ought to.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Jeremy was impressed when Starla discussed her education. He had known a few music majors when he was an undergrad, and very few of them seemed to think much of their own education. Most of them had been filled with pipe dreams about making it big instantly, and therefore seeing their own education irrelevant and useless for their own future. The fact that Starla had persevered and gotten a Master's impressed him. That meant that they were on even footing as far as education, for Jeremy was still a few months away from his thesis defense. I'm sure that you will find your big break in time. With an education and an income on the side, I'd think you could keep trying for longer than a lot of 'musicians' who seem to think that actual work is far beneath them. He said, trying to assure her about her chances, but fearing afterward that he came across a little condescending. He quickly changed the subject to answer her question. Yes, you were right earlier about what I do. I'm a professor- I teach at a few local colleges. But my main job right now is being a doctoral candidate. I'm working on revising my thesis so I can go before the board and defend it, and hopefully get my doctorate. Here he purposely kept himself from going into the details of what his nearly 400 page paper was about. In fact, I even brought it here with me, he chuckled, it seems that even on vacation I've doomed myself to working. Jeremy took another sip of his coffee. The more he learned about Starla the more he was intrigued. He could see that throughout his talking she had been staring him in the eyes. He took this as a sign of her being actually interested in what he was saying, and hoped this was the case. There were few people left in his life that would still sit and listen when he talked about things like his teaching or his thesis. Jeremy had come from a fairly poor and highly uneducated town in the mid-west. Few of his friend understood his drive to get out of town and expand his mind and horizons. Most of the people he grew up with simply went to work in the factories like their parents had. It was nearly ten years now since he had left, but every time he went home it was like he had been gone for over one hundred. His childhood friends barely associated with him, and it was clear to Jeremy that he made them uncomfortable simply by speaking in an educated tone. Even his best friend growing up now felt uncomfortable and somewhat demeaned when Jeremy had tried to explain his work to him, as if somehow Jeremy was trying to make himself seem so far above his roots. Jeremy coughed for a second as he choked on some coffee, breaking him out of his little daydream about home. He cleared his throat and smiled at Starla, appreciating what he hoped was someone who hopefully wouldn't spurn him for his academic aspirations. I'm sure its much less exciting than the music world, but its what I love.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Jeremy noticed Starla's cheeks go flush again as she finished talking, and he laughed a bit inside. It felt a bit like middle school, where two crushes nervously chat with each other, convinced that they are making fools of themselves. It wasn't a bad feel perse, but just something that made Jeremy crack a small smile. You sound like me at the first class of a semester, Jeremy laughed out loud. But I always fear that the advice is lost on the ears of my students, who are always one day away from a party or the next hook-up. He laughed again. But I'm glad you share the same sentiment about history as I do. The thesis I'm working on right now is an attempt to understand a little bit more about what is a completely artificial construct of man, yet one wholly pervasive in our world today- the concept of race, as opposed to ethnicity. I'm exploring in my thesis how one of the earliest western societies, the Greek city states, realized themselves a different race than those around them, specifically during their period of colonization into Northern Africa. Jeremy paused for a moment to let Starla take it in, hoping he wasn't going too far into detail. It ought to be received well by the historical community, I hope, and open the door for me to begin exploring this topic as my own. After a few seconds of pause and a drink from his mug, Jeremy spoke again. It seems that we are both on the brink of our dreams... so, cheers to that. He said, raising his coffee mug with a cheesy grin.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Starla listened to Jeremy speak about his thesis work. She didnt fully understand him, but thats partly why he intrigued her so much, why she found herself attracted to him. Strangely, she found herself wanting to understand his work. It all sounded so very interesting to her. It seems that we are both on the brink of our dreams so, cheers to that, Jeremy spoke raising his coffee mug. Starla smiled and raised her own mug to meet Jeremys, clinking it against it gently. Indeed, she added and then took a sip. Youll have to explain things a bit more to me. Regarding your work, I mean. Starla hoped she wasnt sounding stupid or overly interested. She genuinely did want to know, though it helped that she also wanted to get to know Jeremy better as well. And that meant learning more about his passions. She liked how it made his face light up when he thought on his work. It made her think about her own feelings towards music. Maybe we can talk more later on as well, Starla found herself boldly saying to Jeremy. Maybe we can go to dinner and then take a walk or something? She held her breath as she waited for his reply. Starla hoped it wasnt a rejection. Shed had too many of those over the past week and she didnt think shed deal very well if he told her no. But, at the same time, she wouldnt blame him if he did. She was being more forward than normal when it came to matters outside the music business and she wasnt quite sure why. Such forwardness was typically a turn-off, or so shed found. Why Jeremy had hung out with her as long as he had already was a complete mystery to her, though she was glad that he did. If you dont want to, Ill understand. I just thought it might be nice, Starla spoke somewhat softly, her eyes suddenly fixed on her mug.
Thread: Unforeseen Events (Mercutio17 & darkangel76)

Jeremy was pleasantly surprised by Starla asking him to dinner that night. It wasn't so much surprising that she asked, but rather the fact that it had occurred to him only a few minutes before to ask her the same thing. Dinner would be... lovely, he said with a smile, finishing the last of the latte left in the bottom of the mug. Things had taken a surprising turn for Jeremy lately. First he had gotten a free room at what turned out to be a hidden, but exquisite bed and breakfast. Then he had met a woman who seemed to be genuinely interested in him for once. For once Jeremy decided not to think about it too much and just let things go as they may. He didn't want to complicate things by over thinking them. For a second it crossed Jeremy's mind to ask Starla where she wanted to go to dinner, but then he remembered where they were, after all. I guess I'll see you back downstairs....shall we say seven? He proposed. With a smile Jeremy dabbed his mouth with a napkin and took both of their mugs back over to the counter. Heading back towards the door he put out his arm. After you, he said to Starla. It occurred to Jeremy as he stood in the doorway that though he had a few nice shirts and pants with him, he had not unpacked them and they were sure to be wrinkled. Most hotel rooms had irons these days, but that was an instrument of technology that he had never gotten the hang of. As Starla walked past him Jeremy was debating the ways to remove wrinkles from his clothing for tonight, with a slightly puzzled look on his face.