May 18, 2007
It’s her, Sam thought. I know it’s her.
“Heather!” Sam called.
The blonde woman turned around. It was impossible not to recognize those black glasses.
“Sam?” Heather asked.
Sam ran up to Heather and grinned.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “Thought you could leave without saying hello?”
Heather chuckled, but it seemed a little forced.
“Kind of,” she said.
“How you doing? Man, it’s been so long.”
“It’s been alright. Just decided to…you know…come see you.”
“So you’re still a huge fan?”
“Of course I am. Why would I suddenly stop being a fan?”
“Well…I don’t know. Just asking.”
“Anyway, I actually need to be getting back to my hotel soon. My plane takes off really early next morning. Like around eight. So…yeah…can’t really talk for long.”
“Well, can you at least tell me what’s been going on with you lately?”
“Well…I actually will be taking off to New York in a few months.”
“For what? Going on vacation?”
“No, I’m gonna’ be living there.”
Sam’s heart did a backflip.
“Living there?” he asked very quietly.
“Last year, I applied for the New York Academy of Art, and…I got accepted. So yeah, I kind of need to live in New York in order to go there.”
“Art? Since when have you been into art?”
“Well…I’ve been visiting a lot of art museums in the past few years. And I started doing a bunch of research on art and…well…I just started getting really interested in it. And I have done some art in the past. And I had quite a lot of fun with it. So…why not give the academy a try?”
“Umm…sure. Of course.”
“Yeah. So like I said, I’d better get going-”
“Heather, are you absolutely sure that’s what you wanna’ do?”
Heather stared at Sam for a few seconds.
“Yes Sam,” she said very quietly. “I’ve finally decided what I wanna’ do. I wanna’ be an artist. Is there something wrong with that?”
Sam took a deep breath.
“No, there’s nothing wrong with that,” he said. “Good luck at the academy.”
“Thanks. And good luck to you, Sam. I heard you’re starting your next album. Good luck with that.”
Sam felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around to see Hector.
“Ready to start loading everything up?” Hector asked.
Sam sighed. “Yeah…I guess I’m ready.”
“Well, I’ll see you later, Sam,” Heather said, waving. She then began to walk away.
“Heather!” Sam called.
Heather turned around.
“What day are you leaving to go to New York?”
“In July. Why?”
“What day exactly?”
Heather got a confused look on her face.
“Why?” she asked.
“I just wanna’ know.”
Heather paused for a moment before she spoke.
“July 19th. I’ll be leaving in the evening. I’ll see you later, Sam.”
Heather than left the concert hall.
Hopes and dreams, Sam thought as he turned around to load up all his equipment. Some come true. Some don’t.
At that exact instant, ‘Someday’ began to play in his mind.