"That was delightful my dear." I lied. "I don't think that your talent will take you far, so I'd perfect your other abilities. Men can be very generous when you know how to please them in the bedroom." I rose from the disheveled bed, gathered my few things and had closed the apartment door before a glass slammed behind me into the door's cheap wooden veneer.
I hated boredom. It was too tedious. I had begun to think of a little vacation or sport in a less populated area than New York. We had auditions the next day for the new season at the American Opera Center. Singers, singers and more singers. Had I known that I was about to meet her, i would have spent a more comfortable night.
Jasmine was about to change everything. I saw a way to accomplish everything that mattered fame, power and the destruction of my bete noir - all because of one girl with a gift in her throat.
I laughed and laughed until lightening slashed the New York skyline. I could now control the elements and that made me laugh even more. And thunder shook the concrete that I stood upon, and rain slashed the night.