Overture (Rain Dance, Book 1) (Rain Dance Series) by Elle Devrou Read Free Book Online

of the looks
we received were aimed towards Douglas, who had bags hanging from and piled
within both arms, one of which contained my blanket. When the mass of pink fuzz
fell out onto the ground just before we reached the elevator, I quickly dove to
get it. Rather than put it back in the bag, I held it close.
          "Are you
sure you don't want me to carry any of those?" I asked.
          "It's no
trouble at all, Miss Myers."
          Patricia
greeted us both kindly when we passed by her desk.
          When we got to
my new workspace, I was surprised to see my scaffold standing alone in the
middle of the room.
          "That was
quick…I figured they would have left it in the lobby."
          Douglas
carefully set the bags down and stood up, stretching his arms and fingers.
"Is there anything else you need assistance with, Miss?"
          The poor man
must've been bored out of his mind with having to put up with this nonsense.
"No. Oh, um… " I just remembered that I hadn't eaten yet. "Do
you know of any nearby places to eat?"
          "If you're
hungry I can pick something up for you while you get set up," he offered.
          Wow, this guy
was dedicated. "No, I'm good. I just…"
          He tilted his
head then, studying me. Whatever he was looking for, I didn't want to give him
the time to find it.
          "Never
mind. Thank you so much for your help today."
          "Not at
all. If you need help with anything, you can ask Mrs. Carnell - Patricia
Carnell, Mr. Desmond's assistant," he added when he noted my puzzled face.
          "Oh,
right."
          He smiled and
bowed his head. "Until next time, Miss Myers."
          Suddenly he was
gone, and it was just me in the white room surrounded by a mess of bags. I
quickly scanned over the area, trying to figure out my game plan.
          The first thing
I set up was the dock. I sat on the floor and tore the box open like it was
Christmas morning, squealing inwardly with delight. When I remembered I wasn't
at home, I looked around nervously. It wasn't enough to be in a closed-off
area. I needed more privacy, so I shut the door.
          After taking
one long look at the scaffold, I knew what had to be done next. Its mustard
yellow coloring hurt my eyes. I connected my iPod to the dock and played some
music before carefully setting up the drop cloths onto the ground. Then I began
organizing the art supplies, placing them neatly in the corner. When I was
finished, I grabbed a white can of paint and began working on the scaffold. The
mustard yellow must go.
          About forty
minutes later, I was finally done. I could have rushed it, but I wanted it to
look as though it had always been white. With the help of some glaze, it looked
very natural. Maybe I should add polka dots. Or maybe swirls. It was
then that I realized I was just avoiding my real work. But I wasn't ready to
start painting the walls just yet. I loved my idea, but something about it felt
incomplete.
          When my stomach
growled, I checked time. It was now after three. Guess I'll have to wait
until I get home to eat. Without really thinking, I climbed up the scaffold
and carefully lied down on the upper platform.
          The glass above
was so clear that it almost seemed nonexistent. Not a single drop of pigeon
poop. Does it get cleaned often or do birds not fly around here?
          The clouds were
heavy in the sky now, moving at a much faster pace and looking as though they
had been dipped into a pool of water. But there was a break in some points
where the sun's light appeared, a golden peach showing instead of the thick,
cool blue. It was familiar to me. Peaceful. And from this high up, it almost
felt as though I were part of it. Like I was drifting on my own solid rock of a
cloud. As my body fell limp, I could feel myself drifting upwards, higher and
higher. Any more and I might just find myself at the gates of heaven. With my
eyelids