Page 4 of Searching for Sadie
She was excited because she'd always been someone who loves love, but always had problems letting down her walls. When she worked in an industry with so many outstandingly attractive people, with teams of people to make sure they were perfect every second of the day, it was easy to feel like she didn’t measure up.
This show seemed like a wonderful idea, not the nightmare it turned into. She went in thinking it could be fun. She probably wouldn't meet anyone, but she would be her honest self and give it her all.
And then shedidmeet someone.
She met someone who she thought was wonderful. She fell in love only talking to him without ever seeing him. She thought she knew him... But in the end, she was wrong.
Now she was sitting here in her aunt's house, mourning the loss of her aunt, trying to fix a broken heart in a doily flower filled house that was so far from who she was.
When she was done filming the show, word of how her story line had gone got back to the label. They decided her appearance on a reality tv show was bad for business and fired her, after encouraging her to do it in the first place. The guys she had fallen in love with had turned out to be a complete fake. And she had lost everything... not only that but she was about to have to watch all of it happen on TV for millions of people to watch.
As the song changed on the record she got up and moved over to the window. Pulling the pink handmade Afghan aroundher shoulders she cuddled up in the window seat. As she sat down the door opened and in strolled George.
"Hey Georgie," she called, putting her hand down with a little snap luring him over.
He didn't need much luring. He walked right over and hopped up into her lap and laid down with an instant purr. He butted her hand until she started petting him. As she sat there looking out the window and the stars blinked into life, she let the weight of everything take her. There was no way to get through this except to feel it and go through it.
It was almost like she could hear her aunt saying, "You just gotta cry those tears and get back out there. There's a song for just about anything you're feeling. Feel it. Move through it. and move on."
While that was solid advice, she didn't think there was a song for what she was going through.
She raised her hand just long enough to wipe away a tear, but it was already too long for George who was already butting her hand again insisting on more scratches.
As she sat there, headlights came down the road and pulled into the driveway that was mere feet from her own. It looked like her neighbor was home. Maybe spying on him from the window was a bit creepy, but she couldn't seem to help herself. He drove a big white work truck with Fipp Electric on the side.
He got out of the truck and stretched. With his hands over his head a little sliver of his belly showed. She wasn't sure why her eyes were pulled there, but she couldn't seem to take her eyes off him. He ran his hand through his blonde hair. He looked like he would be a good hugger. He definitely had strong arms. She could imagine being held firmly surrounded by all that softness. A smile found her face as she watched him, which was a novel thing for her lately.
As she continued to watch him, he walked around to the back of his truck and pulled out a big bag. What on earth was that? It looked big enough to hold a body, but this was not an Alfred Hitchcock movie. She didn't think it was, especially with the ease in which he slung in over his shoulder and headed into his garage.
After he disappeared into the garage she was once again alone with nothing but the sounds of Dolly and a purring cat to keep her company. The lonely void that lived inside of her pulled her down.
She got up and put a disgruntled George on the ground and got ready for bed. About twenty minutes later she was crawling into this child sized bed with a space-hogging cat. Hopefully when she woke up in the morning, she would know what she needed to do, because right now she was lost.
CHAPTER 4
SADIE
The next morning, and morning was a relative term, Sadie rolled out of bed. She looked at her phone from the nightstand. It was already past noon. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept this late. Getting out of bed she stretched her achy body before making her way downstairs.
"Georgie," she called, surprised the spoiled cat had let her sleep this late.
The cat didn't come running which surprised her even more, but she did remember Lucas saying that he seemed to come and go as he pleased. Then she just remembered Lucas and the mysterious bag. And once again a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips.
She went to open the fridge, only to be reminded she moved in yesterday and there wasn't any food to be found. And it looked like the only coffee in this place was instant.
No. That wouldn’t do.
If she remembered correctly there was a little diner a couple blocks away and next to that was a little market. This was small town life, and she was about to live it up to its fullest.
Before long she was setting off down the street to get some lunch and some groceries. It was an early June morning as she made her way down Apple Tree Lane making her way to Main Street.
As she got closer to Main St., she walked past a large manor of a house. She had fond memories of this house. One year when she had been visiting around Halloween there had been a haunted house in their basement. She wondered if that same couple lived there, but surely not, they were older than her aunt had been. As she walked by, the front door opened and out walked a woman with long brown hair and a smile for days and what looked to be a baby bump.
The woman cocked her head like she was trying to figure who she was, but then she just waved, and Sadie waved back and continued on her way. She made her way to the picturesque town square before crossing to the diner.
After getting seated she looked over the menu, scanning the prices. It's not like she's rolling in it after being fired from her job. But luckily small-town diner prices were nowhere near as steep as they were in Nashville. So, she orders a club sandwich and fries and picked up her phone while she waited for the food to come.
In the past she would have endlessly scrolled social media, following the artists she'd been lucky enough to work with and others she might like to work with some day. She loved the business side of music, but if she was being honest with herself, she was always hoping to make it as a songwriter. But after everything that happened, she just pulled up her favorite playlist and popped in an earbud, listening to music as she watched the people of town outside.
