Enter Victoria: Chapter 1 - Contentment

 

7am: Friday

 

Bus 262 slithers curved roads, determinately making its way to the city.  The roads are lined with Eucalyptus trees on both sides, birds are chirping. There are blue skies, the sun is just coming up and the temperature calls for a light jacket at 7am on this Friday.  

 

If you would zoom in on the woods, you would see countless dog-walkers and joggers enjoying a morning outing.  You would see wild bunnies and maybe even a fox or two.  

 

Inside the bus it's full but only 3 people have to stand.  At this hour mainly business men and women make up the bus' contents. In their dress-casual clothes, neat make-up and freshly shaven faces, nearly all of them are engulfed in their cellphones.  There are a few parents with children and one stroller driven by an exhausted mother.

 

The bus smells like Dunkin Donuts coffee and hums along further.

 

The winding roads are slowly replaced by straight ones and the trees by houses and then buildings, followed finally by grey skyscrapers as the bus nears its destination.

 

A woman dressed in black boots, black pants and a light pink blouse stands up, book still in hand, eyes glued to the book.  She manages to put on her jacket whilst reading and only closes the book briefly to get out of the bus at 7th Street, nearly the end of the line.

 

"Morning, Victoria," the receptionist says to her as she enters the building around the corner from the 7th Street bus stop, and she begins her work day.

 

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4:30pm: Friday

 

On her way home, Victoria waits at the 7th Street bus stop on the opposite side, ready to do the morning commute in reverse.  Her colleague, Lily, has joined her, so she can’t read her book, but Victoria was raised to have proper manners, so she chats with Lily.  

 

Unfortunately the conversation with her colleague goes from bad to worse when Victoria has to sit through the different names of the fish Lily took pictures of whilst scuba diving in Thailand Her mind begins to drift.

 

The commute feels longer than usual.  Victoria starts to think about her evening.

 

Finally back home, Victoria grabs her gown and make-up and heads over to the local bar/club, where she'll eat some dinner before singing a set.  They always treat her to a meal when she sings and they even serve vegan, gluten-free, vegetarian, or wheat-free dishes, if you're into that kind of thing.

 

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7pm: Friday

 

I'm sitting in a chair, staring at my reflection in a beaten up old mirror backstage and I look elegant.  Not that I shouldn't - I've been getting made up and dressed up for the past hour here.  

 

It's almost time to sing.  I'm not nervous - I kind of wish I was.  I miss those days. But I've done this gig so many times now.  It's fun - I'm content with it.

 

"Victoria, you're almost on!"  Stella shouts to me.

 

I smile at myself in the mirror as I stand up - at my long, black evening gown, hair pulled up, revealing browned, bare shoulders.  I heard that tonight's show would be full.  

 

As I sing my set, some family friends will accompany me (the old guys from down the street).  They play fantastic back-up and I get to sing what I want - covers and jazz standards.  I’ll start with "I Can't Get Started" tonight, for irony's sake.  After the show I’ll go home to read.  I'm addicted to romance novels, unbeknownst to all.

 

I am not an isolationist (that's what I tell myself).  I sing once or twice a month here and I talk to people at my office, where I work as a secretary, as well as my family of course.  My family silently wonders whether I am a lesbian (or at least it seems like they do), and they can't understand why I crave solitude.  They almost never come watch me sing.

 

Maybe I am too picky but there is no one that pulls or interests me.  But my romance novels...that's where my heroines and heroes exist.  Tonight I'll pretend I'm singing for Siegfried, the latest hero in one of my books (things got really exciting with him on my bus ride this morning).  He's strong and intriguing and the game will make singing more fun.

 

"Vicki, now!" Stella says, with slight irritation.  "I'm here - sorry," I say and rush to enter the stage with the other musicians.

 

In the bright lights it's hard to see the audience but I can tell that the hall is full to the brim.  I wonder who is here tonight. Maybe the city folk coming to see the up-and-coming rock band performing after me?  "Twisted Allies" is their name and they grew up in this town, which is why they even do this gig at all.

 

I get a little nervous.  I let the musicians know what song we'll start with and we go to town.  Halfway through "I Can't Get Started" I see a man in the audience who looks startlingly like Siegfried from my book.  I know what he looks like because he's drawn on the book cover, with his big muscles and piercing blue eyes.  Sometimes I like to examine the book covers, studying every detail.

 

This Siegfried look-alike is at the bar and he is staring at me as I sing. His stare frightens me somehow.  I try to ignore it and make a plan to get out of this gig as soon as possible.  As intriguing as Siegfried is in my book, the prospect of any real contact with some Siegfried look-alike intimidates me, terrifies me.

 

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8:45pm: Friday

 

Dashing out the back door into the cool night in a baseball cap, small polka-dotted scarf and an unglamourous oversized black jacket, I leave the loud, energetic songs of "Twisted Allies" to rev up the crowd inside.  I'm sure the "Siegfried Starer" has no interest in looking for me and I am just running and hiding for no good reason, but I'd like to get home.  I've got a book to read.

 

"Excuse me, miss...excuse me!"  I hear a voice calling out.  Surely that's not meant for me.  "Victoria, wait!"  

 

I turn around to those piercing blue eyes.

 

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Written by Liz Davinci and Underhatchet

 

Continue to "Vicki in Love: Chapter 2 - Love" here:  https://www.lizdavinci.com/2020/10/17/vicki-in-love-chapter-2-love/

 

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The abstract text accompanying the YouTube Album Trailer (https://youtu.be/3L-YA_89B1c) was written by Underhatchet:

 

Complete happiness in this moment of eternity 

Desires of the past have been fulfilled 

Desires of the future do not exist 

Complete acceptance of everything that has happened, is happening and will happen

Laughing about the simplicity of it all 

An actively light feeling, heavily filled with peace 

With desires fulfilled there is no feeling of death 

A feeling of butterflies in your stomach from the love for being alive 

 

Contentment

 

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