Friday, February 11, 2011

When He is Gone....



One week went by, and Viki left to Las Vegas. It wasn't much to do in there, just the house she owned needed to be care about. Tenants leaved, and she was in the middle of the road what to do with this property.
Los Angeles was calling her. A lot of good memories, good times, all the roads in Beverly Hills,which always brought her to one place - Backstage Cafe, and to someone she loved. Each street in Sherman Oaks was worth more then Las Vegas strip.
Internet was very slow in the house, but it still gave her possibility to read emails. There were a few emails from musicians, and one of them was from her new friends "Pajama Pants".
Email text from Mike seemed strange.The man, not knowing Viki very well, and met her only once, told her that he misses her. It sounded suspicious, and she didn't like it. She did believe in love in first sign, but never believed in words about love or feelings, saying too early. The first thought was - what this guy wants from me.
What ever it was...  She liked "Pajama pants" for some reason.
Seating on the stairs of empty house Viki knew, that she can't get both, Vegas and L.A., and need to make a choice... To live in a beautiful house, and always dreaming about L.A. or to live in L.A. and to forget about beautiful house, and to be happy in a small apartment.

Mike was writing every day, during the week she was in Vegas, and she was always writing back, and just telling all the truth about her thoughts about house situation, and in general. She wasn't afraid to share the information with this guy, it was kind of natural for her. She felt people.
Living in Vegas for about 3 years, and before that, visiting it for two years she understood, that if you survive in Vegas, you survive anywhere in the world. Vegas is tough of making a friendship, and Vegas doesn't accept people as easy as it seems, to call yourself local. Corruption - big time.

Her memories always came back to Ian's words when he said he doesn't like Vegas, and she should come back to L.A. What was about Vegas Ian didn't like she never got to know.
They were kidding about flying on Ian's small plane to Europe,which no way can make it to the point, but not Vegas...

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