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

half-closed, I could almost see cherubs floating above me.
          Suddenly, I was
torn. I wanted angels. I wanted wings. But I also wanted my underwater dream -
to be able to look up at the surface from beneath. Could I combine the two? I
struggled with imagining how I could bring heaven down into deep depths of the
sea. Exhaling, I closed my eyes and shut off everything until only my sense of
hearing remained. I let the music surround me, the voices singing angelically
in their own mystic language. I breathed steadily, letting my body relax even
further.
          What if it
was the sky that was made of water, instead? Somehow, this question made
better sense. And then...there it was. The idea was complete.
          After putting
the song on repeat, I continued to lie there for another half-hour, trying to
envision exactly what I wanted. Of course, it was rare that anything turned out
exactly how I saw it in my head, much to my disappointment. But it always
helped when I thought I knew what I was going to get.
          Oil paints
might have worked much better for image that I now wanted. But seeing as I
already bought the paint that I'd planned to use, I couldn't just ignore them.
Once they dried, I could use the oils as a final layer to help enhance and fine-tune
everything, creating a much more realistic feel, all while keeping the detail
and depth that acrylics were capable of.
          Since I had
never done anything like that before, I was going to have to test it out first.
Once I managed to get down, I grabbed my iPod and purse and left the room,
making sure to close the door behind me. It took a bit of effort on my part not
to run to the elevator.
          "Oh, are
you leaving?" Patricia asked as I passed her desk.
          "Yes. I'll
be working from home tonight," I added, not wanting to seem like I was
slacking off already.
          I ate as soon
as I got home, then jumped right into painting to see how capable I was of
bringing the image in my head to life. The only time I took a break was to go
to the bathroom, and then just after nine to eat again.
          By the end of
the night, I knew that I was fully capable. Thoroughly satisfied with my
concept, I decided to reward myself with some cookies. It probably wouldn't be
worth fifty thousand dollars, but it was sure to require a lot of time and
attention to detail.
          As I slid into
bed, I remembered that I still hadn't looked Mr. Desmond up. But at that
moment, I was so tired that I no longer cared to. I decided then that I didn't
want to know anything about him unless he offered it freely from his own mouth.

 
    I
woke up the following morning feeling very well-rested. More than that, even.
The sun was shining through my open window and the birds were singing in
harmony for once. The smell of my vanilla-scented shampoo still lingered in my
hair from last night's shower, bringing a smile to my face. Sitting up, I
stretched my arms out, loving the way the softness of my hair caressed my skin.
I felt like a fucking Disney princess. Days like these, I tended to dress like
one, too.
          I could feel
sparks begin to go off in my body as yesterday's inspiration began to make
itself known. The sudden need to dance and sing to animals was strong in me. I
twirled my way into the kitchen to make myself a strawberry smoothie. It's a
fact that twirling is always acceptable when you're alone. Afterwards, I
twirled my ass into the bathroom, and then again into my closet to get ready.
          Despite the
messy tools I used, I was a surprisingly neat worker. It wasn't uncommon for
paint to end up all over my face, but I was careful to make sure it never got
on my clothes. It had become second nature ever since I had decided to boycott
baggy shirts and sweatpants while painting. That being said, I wasn't entirely
sure how easy it would be when I began working on an actual wall - something I
hadn't done yet. But if I wore something