January 30 2012
The Writing Corp. New York
Jonathan Russoin his blue V-Neck shirt, black pants and brown leather shoes walked in The Writing Corp.’s event’s hall. His brown eyes roamed around the insides of that hall. The aquamarine shade of paint on the event hall’s insides looked refreshing to his eyes again. There was also a new huge sky-blue crystal chandelier at the center of that aquamarine-colored-ceiling. That old mint-green carpet on the center aisle was replaced with a fresh, blue, floral one.
It has been months since the last time that Jonathan Russo visited New York. And now, everything about New York and the Writing Corp felt a little new to him.
Jonathan was more focused on his obligations in the Philippines as the Writing Corp’s manager. He was too busy that he didn’t even have time to visit in The Writing Corp New York once in a few months.
Jonathan’s eyes caught that familiar figure of a woman who was walking towards him. She was wearing a strapless red dress that reached up to her knees. She had eyeglasses and following behind her was an American man who stands almost six-foot with grayish hair carrying a large reporter-type camera. The woman stood a little over five foot. Her American-white skin glimmered under the light inside that hall. Her short up-to-the shoulders brunette hair and pink lipstick made her look sophisticated. Jonathan could hear the ticking of her high-heeled pointed black shoes as she was moving closer to his direction.
Jonathan Russo smiled to greet that familiar face of a woman. He knew he already saw that woman somewhere on a television news channel. He just forgot what her name was. The small dimple on Jonathan’s left cheek showed as he tried to plaster that friendly smile on his face for a little while. “Hello I’m Kylle Shaw from The New York Castings. Can I have a minute with you Mister Russo?” The woman said in a calm tone. She smiled politely to Jonathan.
Jonathan knew that this woman, just like those other souls inside in this hall, was here forthis big day.
“I’mreally sorry but I’m in a hurry right now.” Jonathan Russo said in an apologetic tune, smiling to her. “I’ll see you around though.” He managed to slowly walk away. Even if his body and mind were totally stressed, he tried to talk in the friendliest tone to that woman, he even think he almost sounded like fake.
Kylle Shaw was left standing there with disappointment written on her lovely face.
Jonathan’s heavy footsteps landed on the blue floral carpet on the floor as he continued to walk at the center aisle.
Jonathan knew that Jay Smith Jr. took good care of the Writing Corp.’s New York branch and the happy-go-lucky Rye Smith ran The Writing Corp in Montreal successfully,althoughthis time around, Jonathan was not sure if Junior was doing therightthing.
Jonathan’s feet stopped.
His eyes wandered inside the hall again for a few more moments. The place was filled with random faces. Faces of strangers and some old acquaintances were inside the hall. He saw cameras flashing everywhere.
His right fist clenched as he continued to walk.
The stage which was located at hall’s edge was decorated with lively lights. In front of that stage was a banner saying “The Mystery Millions.” Jonathan’s head shook.Those wordscould hook up more hoaxes to come to this event. Of course, who wouldn’t want the sweet taste and smell of crispy green papers? Who would not want to carry home a sack of dollars?
Jonathan’s head turned everywhere while his eyes seek for Junior. He caught on his sight a few familiar figures from the media.Great,he said in his mind sardonically. There were reporters and even known paparazzi. Jonathan was also aware that there were some cameras flashing at his direction. When his eyes failed to see Junior he decided to go to the backstage to find Jay Smith Jr.