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In My Life

Chapter 5

Come Together

The theme song from Star Wars blasted through Ross’s mobile phone. It was the that Ross had set as his alarm. It normally only took once for Ross to get up, but this was the morning after a long flight back to London, so he just wasn’t feeling it and actually hit the snooze button which was something that Ross rarely ever did. It was quiet again. Then John Williams “Main Title” from Star Wars blasts out in the air once again and Ross growls “Fuck!” as he reached over and shut the alarm off again. It was 7:30 am. Normally about this time of day, he would be just about to step off the tube at the stop near his work, but since he wasn’t really expected at work today, he decided to sleep in a little. He really didn’t want to go in at all today, but he knew if he didn’t go in for at least half a day, Monday would be 10 times worse trying to get caught up on everything that happened in this office while he had been gone. A smile crept onto Ross’s face as he began to remember the events of the flight. Demelza! That put a spring in his step! Time to get up and start the day! Ross reached over and turned the alarm off and turned on some music that he had saved on his phone. Most people would be shocked that Ross had a secret love for 80’s music, but he couldn’t help himself and queued Dancing Queen by ABBA!! That immediately got him in the mood to strut over to the kitchen and get the coffee going. I wonder if Demelza likes ABBA? Meh, probably not since she’s a classical musician. He twirled and strutted his way over to the shower, music blaring.

You can dance

You can jive

Having the time of your life.

Ooooooo see that girl

Watch that scene

Ross’s arms were swinging at his air guitar

Digging the dancing queen

Digging the dancing queen!!

Ross had to catch himself on the handle of the shower as he slipped!!!

Oh wow that would’ve been embarrassing to explain!! I wonder how Demelza is this morning. She’s probably still in bed.

*****

“Demelzaaaa time to wake up sleepy head.” Caroline was trying to entice Demelza with a cup of coffee.

“Leave me alone. You kept me up way too late talking. “

James, flat mate #2 popped his head in the door, “Hey if you two lovelies are going to putz about in here, I’m taking over the shower.”

“Oi! Don’t forget to rinse your whiskers down the sink this time!” Caroline yelled back at James.

“Caroline I don’t have to be up yet, why are you puttin me through this torture!”

“Don’t you have students this morning?”

“Nooooo! Wait, what day is this, where’s my mobile… shite I do. What time is it?”

“It’s almost 8:30.”

“Bloody hell! James, I need that shower!”

Caroline heard the shower running, “Too late love. What time is your first student?”

“Ten o’clock. Judas, why didn't I cancel them for today? I knew that I’d be dead to the world.”

“Well, you didn't, so you best get your arse out of bed. You can daydream about your Mr. Poldark on the way to the music store!”

“Oh yeah….”

*****

Ross walked into his office building with pride. He still got a little thrill out of walking in, knowing that he’s a junior partner of Falmouth, Pascoe & Tonkin. He was lucky to get a job there right out of university, of course it didn’t hurt that the founding members were old friends of his father’s. But he still worked hard at his job and didn’t want anyone to think that he was resting on his laurels. He checked his hair in the mirror in the lift before the doors opened to make sure it looked right. He had a little extra pep in his step this morning as he walked to his office.

Ross’s assistant, Jenny, spotted him, surprised to see him. “Good mornin Mr. Poldark. I wasn’t expecting you this morning.”

“Good morning Jenny. Actually it’s closer to noon isn’t it? I just decided to come in for a few hours to get a peek at what’s been going on in my absence. How have you been these last few weeks?”

“Oh y’ know, chuggin along. How was your trip to New York, Mr. Poldark?”

“Jenny, I’ve told you, it’s alright to call me Ross. We practically grew up together. Doesn’t seem right for you to call me Mr. Poldark. Mmm things went well. I think we accomplished what we intended to. Although, I was tired enough of American food by the end of my time there. I would kill for my mum’s steak and kidney pie!”

“You and your family were in my thoughts last week.”

Ross nodded solemnly at the thought of the anniversary of his brother’s death. “Yes, thank you Jenny.” He knew she meant well and that it was something that she would remember since her cousin Zacky was with him that night. When Ross needed an assistant, he immediately thought of Jenny Martin. Her family was always struggling financially, and a job like this would help immensely. “Do I have anything that I should look at first?”

“Just a few things Ross. I’ve put them on top of the pile on your desk. Can I get you anythin? Tea, coffee, or somethin to eat?”

“Maybe just a bottle of water for now. Thank you.” Ross chuckled to himself when he caught her Cornish accent. She was always trying to correct herself. That made him think of Demelza. He must text her later to make sure she hasn’t forgotten about him.

*****

Ross had been working on getting caught up on things for a couple of hours when Jenny walked into his office and set a plate and fork down on this desk.

“What’s this?”

“Well, it’s not your mum’s steak and kidney pie, but it’s my beef and veggie pie. I have extra and thought you might like it.”

“Jenny, you're an angel! Where’s yours?”

“It’s out on me desk.”

“Well go get it and bring it in. No need for both of us to eat alone.”

She came back in with her lunch. “So, you seem in a good mood t’day. You’ve been hummin away in here while at work.”

“I have not,” Ross smiled as he checked his phone for messages.

“Were to! Dona think I’ve ever heard Dancin Queen hummed in this office before!” Jenny was giggling by now.

“And you still haven’t if you know what’s good for you!” They both laughed at this. “That reminds me, I need to send a text to someone.”

“What’s her name?”

“What? Whose name? Jenny, I don't know what you’re talkin about.” Ross spilled his water while waving his hands. “Bloody hell Jenny, see what you’ve made me do. You’ve gotten me all flustered.” Jenny rushed over with some extra napkins.

“I’ve got you all flustered? All I asked was what’s her name. You’re the one who got all pie eyed and turned red.” She was laughing harder now. She was able to get all of the reports out of harm’s way from the spill. “You’ve got it bad mate!”

Ross growled at Jenny and rolled his eyes. “I do not have it bad! I’m just tired from the late flight, that’s all. I probably should’ve just stayed home today.” He checked his phone to make sure it didn’t get wet and then checked for any messages, then started rubbing his left temple over the scarred eyebrow. It was a nervous habit of Ross’s that Jenny recognized and could tell that he was really starting to come unglued, which wasn’t like him at all. She knew where the scar came from and was wondering if that was what was really eating at him.

“Is there anything else I can get you Ross? Some more water maybe?”

“No Jenny. Thank you. But yes, maybe another bottle of water. I think I’ll take something for a headache.” While Jenny left to get another bottle of water, he searched one of his desk drawers for a bottle of Paracetamol and removed a couple of tablets.

Jenny came back to the office with a bottle of water. “Do you need something to take? I have somethin in my purse.”

“No thank you Jenny I found some. And I’m sorry for …”

She interrupted him “Dona worry about it. Sorry I got you flustered. Just let me know if there’s anythin else I can do.” She noticed him checking his phone again and left him to it.

Ross took the Paracetamol and sat back in his chair and let out a big sigh. Maybe I really shouldn’t have come in today. My head is killing me, I can’t concentrate. He got up and shut his office door and closed the shade on the door. I just need to be alone with my thoughts. What do I want to say to Demelza? She's going to be expecting me to call or text her. Do I really want to do this? I mean where is this going to lead? And …. I don’t want to hurt her. She seems really sweet. I don’t want to start something and then end up hurting her. Then he started to think of Elizabeth and everything that happened with her and how she broke his heart. Why the fuck am I thinking of her!!! That was years ago. I hate this! He looked at his phone. Almost 2:00. Dwight might be home so he gave him a text.

Hey mate, are you home? I can come over and get Seamus if you’re not doing anything?

Hey! Sure come over. We’re just sitting here watching Beethoven together! Lol

Lol! Brill. I’ll be over in a few.

Ross took a look around his office. His desk was a mess. He knew that he really should stay but he couldn't concentrate. Jenny’s right. I’m a mess. I need to get my shit together. He straightened up his desk, picked up his briefcase and headed for the door.

“Jenny, I'm leaving for the day. Anything I should know about or worry about before I go?”

“No Ross. Nothin’s goin on. Kinda a slow day.”

“Sounds good. I’m sorry about earlier. I’m just not myself. Why don’t you take off early as well and start your weekend early.”

“Are you sure? That would be lovely. I’m headin down to me mum’s for the weekend.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure go. Go have a good time and tell her I said hiya.”

“Take care of yerself Ross. Y’know you can always talk to me if you need an ear.”

“Thank you Jenny. That means a lot.” He gave her a smile and a quick hug and headed for the lift.

*****

Bloody hell. Why didn’t I cancel these lessons!! Because you need the money you wanker! Oh my gosh, David is never going to get the coda right. Back to page four David. Ahhhhhh! I just want to scream! This kid is torturing me! My head is killing me. Demelza felt her breathing increase. She searched her large flower carpet bag for some Paracetamol. “YES!” Demelza screamed! Her student jumped and gave her a dirty look. “Oh I’m sorry David. I’ve an awful headache. My flight was so late last night. Just leme take these with some water and I’ll be good as new. Why don’t you start back at measure 34, just after the coda.” Demelza tried to give him a reassuring smile.

“Miss Carne, you talk funny sometimes.”

“Measure 34 David.” She gave him a tight smile.

He smiled and shook his head and started back on the same piano piece that he’d been working on for five months. He really did try hard, but he had a hard time putting the rhythm together with the fingering of the keys.

Fridays were the days that Demelza taught piano in a local music shop. It wasn’t her favourite thing to do but it helped pay the bills. Her piano students were either adults who were trying to step out of the box and add something new to their lives, or young students that had mothers pushing them to be the next child prodigy. David’s mother thought he fell into the latter category.

She grabbed a quick look at her phone. No messages. It’s 2:40. I probably won’t hear from him. Maybe it was just me thinking that we had a nice couple of chats last night. But he seemed to like me. Didn’t he? David’s done at 3, and then just 2 more students until I can escape this hell that I’m in.

*****

Ross had grabbed a cab and headed over to Dwight’s. He knew that he would feel better once he got there and could talk to Dwight and see Seamus, although his thoughts kept going back to all of the red flags that had popped up about Elizabeth that he ignored for years. It had been eight years since he broke it off with Elizabeth after he found her in bed with his cousin Francis. But the pain still lingered…

Elizabeth Chenowyth and Ross Poldark were the golden couple all through high school. He was the star of the football team and she was the beautiful girl on his arm. She had the perfect smile, the perfect hair that was always perfectly styled. They both came from well known families. Ross’s family had a long history of being mine owners, but the mines had closed long ago when Ross’s great-grandfather was still alive. Ross’s father, Joshua Poldark, made his fortune from the boating industry. They weren’t wealthy but lived comfortably. Joshua, his wife Grace and their boys lived in the smaller of the two Poldark family estates, Nampara. It wasn’t as grand as the Trenwith estate, where his Uncle Charles Poldark lived, but it was large enough to need a couple of caregivers. Uncle Charles had two children, Verity and Francis that he raised by himself after his wife died when they were young teenagers. Ross, Francis and Verity were very close when growing up. Francis was three years older than Ross, and Verity was just a year older than Ross. She always seemed more like an older sister than a cousin. And although Francis was older than Ross they hung out together along with Ross’s younger brother Claude when he was old enough to hang out with the big kids. The boys would pretend that they were the Three Musketeers with their makeshift swords, balancing on the cliffs of Cornwall, fighting off the band of bad guys, and always, always coming to the aid of Maiden Verity!! But of course things tend to change with age. As they all got older, Francis developed a jealous streak against Ross. Life just always seemed to come easier for Ross. He had a great relationship with his parents. He and his brother and father would go on camping trips together in the summertime. He always had an easy time with classes, was more athletic than Francis… he just had an easy going demeanour and charm about him that just drew people to Ross. And then there was Elizabeth. Francis and his friend George Warleggan were always infatuated with Elizabeth and were jealous that Elizabeth and Ross were always together the older they became.

Elizabeth’s family also had a long legacy as land owners, and were in society frequently. Her father was an esteemed lawyer in the county, and her mother kept herself busy with charitable functions and country club outings. Everyone thought that Ross and Elizabeth would get married, including Elizabeth’s parents. Ross’s parents had their misgivings about the relationship, but tried to hold their tongue whenever the subject came up. The plan had been for Ross to go to Cambridge and move back home and take over the family business so that his father could retire and travel with his mum. Francis was on his way to becoming a lawyer like his father and eventually become a partner in the firm. Verity was studying to become an architect despite her father’s objections. He thought that Verity should stay at home and become active in the local charities like Elizabeth’s mother. But Verity was able to stand her ground and went to uni.

Elizabeth decided that she didn’t need to go to uni if she was just going to get married and raise a family with Ross. They had their issues at times, but Ross always thought what couple doesn’t have issues. It never seemed to be something that they couldn’t work out. Elizabeth often called Ross crying because he was so far away and she was lonely and needed him. Ross tried to make up for it on the weekends when Elizabeth would drive up. They started to occasionally bring up the subject of marriage, and what it would be like and how many children they would have and where they would live.

Ross’s friends at Cambridge weren’t too keen on Elizabeth, but they put up with her for the sake of their friendship. Most of them came from lower income families, and were at Cambridge on scholarship. But they were great guys and down to earth and Ross loved hanging out with them. He couldn’t stand being with posh boys like Francis’s friend George Warleggan. George took the business route and had gone to Cambridge as well, much to Ross’s chagrin. The last thing he wanted was George around. A lot of Ross’s friends had girlfriends and on the weekends that Elizabeth came up they would all hang out at the local pub. Ross always had a good time and he thought Elizabeth did as well. He wanted his friends to get along with Elizabeth since they might be working together after uni. But what he didn’t know was the little jibes and snide remarks that Elizabeth would passively make to the other girlfriends. She tended to look down her nose at them because she felt that they were below her station. Once in a while Elizabeth would drop a hint with Ross that he should make new friends like the ones in George’s fraternity.

“Why on earth would I want to hang out with those egotistical wankers! Really, Elizabeth. I thought you knew me better than that.”

“Ross these so called friends of yours are a little bit beneath us. And I’m beginning to suspect that the only reason that they’re friends with you is to ride your coattails and be a part of your success in life.”

“Well gee thanks for your confidence in me. I love those lads, they’re really smart and would never do something like that. Besides, most of them are definitely smarter than I am and wouldn’t need to ride anyone’s coattails!”

Towards the end of third year at uni, Ross was thinking that it might be time to propose. Once in a while when Ross would mention to his friends about looking for a ring for Elizabeth, one of them would say something like “Are you sure you wanna marry her?” “She’s kinda posh.” Dwight would try to talk to him about it gently. The two of them could talk to each other about anything and had really become best mates.

“Ross, you really need to think about this. It’s for life, mate.”

“Look, I know it’s for life. And I know Elizabeth can be a little difficult sometimes. But I know how she is and we’ve been together for so long. I love her, man. I can’t see myself with anyone else.”

“She’s just so different from you, ya know?”

“Different how?”

“Well, it’s like someone said… she’s posh and materialistic. You might have come from a posh family, but you don’t act like it.”

“I am NOT posh.” Ross was remembering back to a conversation he had with Elizabeth about rings. He had it in his mind to ask his mum if he could propose with her engagement ring. It wasn’t big or flashy, but he always loved the understatedness and simplicity of it. “Ross I do hope that you aren’t hoping to use your mother’s ring to propose. The diamond is a little on the small side, and I think it would be too big for my hand anyway.”

“It’ll be fine Dwight. I know what I’m doing.”

“I sure hope so mate. Have you talked to her about where you want to work after uni?”

Ross looked down at the floor, “No. I haven’t. She’s still all that about living in Cornwall. ” Dwight walked over and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so glad I’m not in your shoes. I just have to worry about med school. That’s starting to look a whole lot easier than marrying Elizabeth. Just sayin.”

Ross had really only talked to Dwight about the issue of where he really wanted to work after uni. The plan had always been for him to move back to Nampara and learn the family business from his father. But there was a growing knot in Ross’s belly ever since the death of his brother, Claude. It was an issue that he didn’t talk about with his father since Claude died. The tension was just so thick between them, that they had begun to avoid each other and it broke Grace’s heart. She knew deep down that Joshua blamed him for Claude’s death even though Joshua had never come out and actually said it, but had hinted at it in the many arguments that he and Ross had since Claude’s death. The fact was that Ross blamed himself for his death. He never should’ve taken Claude with him and Zachy, and the rest of the guys when they went out to celebrate Ross’s acceptance letter to Cambridge. Never mind the fact that Joshua had never properly sealed the mine that Claude fell through.

*****

The cab had pulled up in front of Dwight’s building. Ross paid the driver and tiredly made his way up the steps, already loosening his tie. He was leaning against the door frame, running his fingers through his hair when he rang the doorbell. He could hear Seamus barking which brought a grin to Ross’s face. Dwight opened the door and Seamus knocked Dwight over to get to Ross. It was a happy reunion between Seamus and his master!

Ross bent over. “There’s my good boy! Daddy missed you! Yes he did! Oh yes he did! Give me some kisses and luvins!” Seamus happily obliged by licking Ross all over his face, kisses only Ross could appreciate!

“Well now isn’t this a scene? You get your dog back and I end up on my arse!” Dwight ran his fingers through his light brown hair to get it out of his eyes. He noticed that Ross was in a suit. “Did you go to work today?”

“Uh yeah I attempted to work. Didn’t get much done. Do you have any drugs or anything? My head is killing me.”

Dwight chuckled. “So I’m your dealer now, eh? I have some Paracetamol. Help me off the floor and I’ll get it for you.” Ross extended a hand to help pull him up.

“Nah, I’ve taken some of that shite but it hasn’t done me any good. I need something stronger. How ‘bout whiskey?” He plopped onto Dwight’s sofa shrugging off his suit coat and tie with Seamus jumping all over him. Ross hugged him like he was his favourite blanket.

“Oh now we’re mixin alcohol with drugs! Innit a bit early for that?”

Ross raised an eyebrow at Dwight.

“Damn! The Poldark eyebrow. Now I’m really worried. What’s her name?” He poured both of them a couple of fingers of whiskey and handed one to Ross, and sat down in the only other seat in the living room.

Now he was really annoyed, “Why does everyone assume it’s a woman?”

“Well, is it a man? Because you know I won’t judge you.” Dwight was laughing now.

Ross threw a cushion at him, “Twat! No it’s not a man. Dick head! Are you on duty tonight? ” Dwight was an ER physician at a local hospital. The two had remained best friends since university and had both helped each other get through some tough times and were more like brothers. Dwight’s mum had died unexpectedly while Dwight was in med school and Ross was still grieving his brother’s death, and then there was Elizabeth.

“No I’m not, and lucky for you I don’t go back in until 7 tomorrow night, so cheers mate.”

“Cheers. How’s your da doin these days? Is he still working?”

“Well. He’s doing well. He’s still working. I’ve thought about getting a bigger place and asking him to move in with me. But I’m not sure I want to give up my privacy just yet, and I think he likes it where he’s at. His health is good, and he’s not that old.”

Ross drank the rest of his drink, “Yeah and who knows, he might find someone to fill his nights with!” He gave a chuckle at that.

“Sod off!! I do not need that picture in my mind!” They were both laughing as Dwight poured them both more whiskey. “So what’s got you all twisted today anyway?”

*****

Demelza had finally made it through all of the lessons that she had scheduled for the day. She checked her phone again, and still no messages from Ross. She was beginning to feel bummed so she decided to take the long walk home to keep her mind occupied and off the gorgeous man that she had met on the plane. It’s okay Demelza, you weren’t really looking for a relationship anyway. You’re a strong, fierce, independent woman and you don’t need a man in your life! You’re an accomplished musician and an intelligent woman and you don’t need a man in your life! Yeah, that’s right you don’t need a man in your life! Screw you Ross Poldark! There’s probably something really wrong with you anyway, like, like, you probably chew with your mouth open!! Or, or, or you wear Spiderman underwear! Yeah that’s it!! See Demelza he’s not perfect after all!! You don’t need a man in your life! … shit! Who am I trying to kid? …. I want a man in my life. Just then Demelza walked in front of a bicyclist when she tried to cross the street who yelled at her, “get your head outta your arse lady!” Demelza stopped in the middle of the street, then a car started beeping at her. Judas!! I just wanna get home!! So she decided to spring for a black cab so she could get home quicker and just get into bed.

She ran back up on the sidewalk and started looking for cabs. Just then a loud clap of thunder echoed through the streets and it started to rain! “Fuuuuuuck!!!! Of course it’s going to fucking rain! Why not!!!! Why the hell not!!!!” Demelza was beyond frustrated. She looked around for a coffee shop to run into since all of the cabs seemed to have disappeared. She started running down the block to a coffee shop that she remembered passing. She charged through the door of the coffee shop and everyone turned around and stared at what looked like a drowned red haired rat. There she stood with water dripping off of her everywhere. “Bloody hell.”

A kind young lady behind the counter came over to her with a couple of tea towels and helped Demelza dry her purse while Demelza attempted to dry her face and run the towel through her hair.

“Thank you so much. I guess I didn’t realise it was supposed to rain today.”

“Aw you poor thing. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll bring you a nice cuppa and get you all warmed up.”

“That would be lovely. Thank you so much.”

*****

Another clap of thunder and some lightning made Seamus jump on Ross’s lap. Ross and Dwight were laughing at what a big baby Seamus turns into during a storm.

“Oh my Seamus you are so ferocious aren’t you?” Ross was chuckling at the large dog as he got as close to Ross as he possibly could while whining at the same time. “I didn’t realise that it was supposed to storm or I would’ve brought over that vest I put on him to help calm him down during storms!”

“Here, try laying this blanket on him and see if that helps. And then you can tell me what’s got your knickers in a knot.”

Ross covered his furry friend up in hopes that it would help.

“Okay. So. I met a woman….”

“I knew it!”

Ross let out a big sigh. “Oi! Take it easy on me here! So yeah I met this woman on the plane on the way home. God, she’s bloody beautiful! Anyway, we sat across from each other. We both had the aisle seats and we kinda got to know one another during the flight. She has the most beautiful smile and blue eyes that I’ve ever seen. Her eyes remind me of the water in Nampara Cove. Oh!! Get this mate, she’s originally from Cornwall!!!! Can ya believe that!”

“Really? Aw I’d say that’s a sign mate!!” Dwight smiled at his friend’s enthusiasm. “ Where in Cornwall is she from?”

“Ilugan. She left home when she was really young. Sounds like it was a bad scene at home. She doesn’t speak to her father anymore. Oh and get this! Another thing… her mum died when she was really young! I mean that’s not a good thing, but it’s just another thing that we have in common.”

“Wow. That’s an awful thing to have in common Ross.”

“Yeah, yeah I know it is. It’s just a little weird. She has this gorgeous red hair and her eyes just sparkle like the water in Nampara Cove.”

Dwight chuckled. “Yes you’ve said that Ross. So does this beautiful woman have a name? I assume you did get her name.” Ross gave him a weird look. “Oh please tell me you got her name Ross!”

“You wanker! Yes, of course I got her name! Although …. I was pretty tongue-tied when I was talking to her. I was sooooo embarrassed! I had a hard time forming complete sentences!” Dwight was about rolling on the floor by now. “I’m serious! I couldn’t believe it. I mean, here I am a professional businessman, a Cambridge graduate, employed by one of the best investment firms in the city… and my tongue turned to one of Prudie’s jellies talking to this woman!”

“Ross what’s her fucking name!!”

“Demelza. Isn’t that like the most beautiful name you’ve ever heard? God, I can’t believe how fast my heart is beating just talking about her.”

“So did you manage to get this Demelza’s phone number?”

“Oh yeah, I did. She typed it into my mobile on the way to her flat.”

“Wait… you took her home? You didn’t tell me that!”

“Oh well, yes, I knew Frank was picking me up and I hated the thought of her trying to catch a tube or an uber hauling her luggage and her cello, so I offered to give her a ride. Plus that gave me more of a chance to talk to her. So in the car…”

“Hold on, you keep leaving parts out! She has a cello?”

“Oh yeah, yeah she plays the cello. Actually I saw her play at the museum before we met on the plane! She was amazing! They played some really cool stuff…”

“Okay I got it. So get back to the car and her flat.”

“Oh yeah, so she typed her info into my mobile. We chatted a bit. She was curious about why I had a driver and I told her it was a company car. I met one of her flatmates when we got to her place and I helped her carry in her stuff. Her flat mate looked kinda familiar. She was pretty as well, blonde, maybe eventually we can go on a double date or something.”

“Soooo have you called her?”

Ross frowned a little at this. “No I haven’t. I told her that she’d probably hear from me in a couple of days, but…”

“But what Ross? She sounds too good to be true. I wouldn’t wait too long on this one.” He was hoping that Ross wasn’t going to say what he thought he was going to say.

“I don’t know Dwight. You know I really don’t do relationships anymore.” He took a large gulp of his whiskey. “She just seems really sweet. I don’t wanna hurt her.” Ross got up and started to pace. “I don’t know what to do Dwight. Maybe I just got swept up in the moment. I don’t know what to do! Relationships just aren’t my thing anymore since Elizabeth. I don’t want to hurt her.”

Dwight stood up and went over to Ross. “And there it is.”

Ross looked puzzled, “what are you talking about?”

“The word Elizabeth. I was just waiting for it to come up.”

Ross rolled his eyes at Dwight. “C’mon Dwight give me a break…”

“No. I will not give you a break this time. Here you are, just beaming like a pair of headlamps while you’re talking about this woman. Ross, when are you going to stop letting Elizabeth rule your life. You broke up with her eight years ago, man. You just said that you didn’t want to hurt this Demelza, but I think that you’re the one that’s afraid of getting hurt. You can’t live like this for the rest of your life. I finally got you to stop having those dangerous one night stands. But now all you do is just avoid women altogether. Ross, I love you like a brother and I’ve been with you through all of this rubbish, so I think I know what I’m talking about. I hate to see you like this. Why not just give Demelza a chance. Just go out for coffee or lunch. Something safe and noncommittal.”

Ross poured himself another drink and sat down again. He thought about everything Dwight was saying and deep down he knew it was true. He rubbed his face with his hands. He could almost feel himself getting choked up as his mind drifted back to that day when he walked in on Francis and Elizabeth having sex. He closed his eyes as he felt the bile come up in his throat.

Dwight sat down next to Ross. “Ross. I know she really did a number on you, but not every woman is going to be an Elizabeth.” Ross just stared at the floor. “Look, the very least you could do is text her. Don’t be a twat and leave the poor girl hanging.” Ross looked up at him, “Yeah, you’re right about that.” He looked out the window watching the rain pelting against the windows. It gave him a shiver up his spine.

“Do you think I should call her or text?”

Dwight gave a quick laugh. “Considering how much you’ve had to drink, texting is probably your safest way to go.”

Ross smiled and reached for his phone.

Hey Demelza! How’s my favourite cello player?

Soaking wet to the bone right now. I got caught in this bloody storm. How is my favourite investment banker?

Oh gosh I’m sorry to hear that. Are you home now getting dry at least?

No, I’m sitting in a coffee shop waiting for the storm to clear so I can catch a cab home. Of course I couldn’t find one in the rain when I really needed one. The wankers!!

Why were you out in this weather to begin with?

Oh I had students this morning at the music store that I work half time. It wasn’t raining when I first went in.

Do you have your cello with you?

No, this morning I had piano students.

So I take it that you’re not carrying around a piano? lol

Lol no!

I’m not home right now, I’m at my mate’s house picking up Seamus. But I could borrow his car and pick you up and take you home. At least that way you don’t have to fight for a cab.

“Dwight, are you sober enough to drive?”

“What? I guess so, why?”

“Demelza got caught in this weather on her way home and is sitting in a coffee shop soaking wet. She couldn’t find a cab. Hang on.”

Oh Ross that’s sweet but I couldn’t ask you to come all the way over here just to pick me up and take me home.

“Where does she live? Are you sure you want to do this? Just a second ago you didn’t want to see her again. And you’ve been drinking. Aren’t you afraid you’ll say something totally bonkers to her?”

“That’s why I need you there. So that I don’t say something bonkers! C’mon she’s sitting there in a coffee shop all alone.”

“Alright what the hell!”

“Thanks Dwight!”

Demelza, what’s the name of the coffee shop that you’re in.

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Chapter 4

Here Comes The Sun

I_Dreamed_A_Dream

Written by George Harrison

Ross was checking his phone at the baggage claim.

“Ross, are you sure you really want to give me a ride home? Tis probly way out of your way. I really don’t mind getting an uber or a cab to take me?”

“What? No! No, it’s fine. I was just checking my phone and my driver is just outside, so as soon as we have all of our luggage we can go. How many bags do you have?”

“I have one large one and just my carry on for my music in addition to the cello,” Demelza said.

“How about I go get us one of those carts to load everything in. That should make things easier,” Ross answered back.

In the meantime, Ross was texting his driver to warn him that there would be a cello and another person joining them for the drive.

“Did you say a cello Mr. Poldark?”

“Yes Frank, a cello. And a cellist to go with it. It should fit, shouldn’t it?

“Well, I guess so. It will probably take up the front seat by itself.”

“Perfect!”

Ross was babysitting the cello while Demelza was retrieving her bag. Of course her bag had sunny flowers on it! Demelza had a shocked look on her face when Ross came back with his 2 large bags, a garment bag in addition to his carry-on bag that he had.

“Wow! Just how long were you in New York?”

“Almost two weeks,” Ross answered. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you’ve got twice the luggage that I have and I was there for almost three weeks!!”

“Well, I have suits that I have to wear for work, and then I have shoes that go with the suits. And then I have casual clothes to wear for dinner or for when I go to museums, and … are you giving me cheek Demelza?” Ross lifted a brow with a smirk on his face.

By this time Demelza was laughing heartily. And she was even more beautiful if that was possible. “Why yes, Ross, I think I am!”

And with that they both turned and headed out to their awaiting car.

******

“Frank, it’s good to see you. Please allow me to introduce to you Miss Demelza …I’m sorry I don’t believe I caught your last name!”

“Carne. Demelza Carne.”

“Ah, Frank, this is Miss Demelza Carne. Demelza, this is Frank. He works for the same company that I do, and so far has been a safe driver while I’ve had the pleasure of being in his company. Demelza is a brilliant cellist that I’ve had the pleasure of listening to while in New York, and we became friends on the plane. We are going to give her and her cello a lift home.”

“Very good Mr. Poldark. It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Carne. And what is your address?”

“It’s 35 Elmcourt Rd in Tulse Hill. I hope that it’s not too much trouble Frank.”

“Not at all Miss Carne. We will just get your cello situated in the front seat after we load the luggage in the boot. “ Ross didn’t miss the raised eyebrow and smirk that Frank threw his way as he held the door open for Demelza.

While Demelza was getting comfortable in the back seat, Ross took the opportunity to raise the privacy glass in the car. He wanted no looks from Frank to get in the way of his time with Demelza.

“So Poldark!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your last name. I heard Frank call you Mr. Poldark.”

“Oh yes, I’m sorry.” Ross extended his hand, “May I introduce myself, Ross Poldark.”

Demelza took his hand, “Demelza Carne. Very nice to meet you. Do you always have a car and driver Ross?”

“No, I’m afraid not. Just for business purposes like getting back and forth from the airport, or taking prospective clients out for lunch or dinner. That sort of thing. Will you excuse me for a moment? I need to send a couple of texts quickly.”

“Sure, go right ahead.”

And with that, Ross quickly sent a text to his friend Dwight to let him know that he would be picking up Seamus tomorrow since it was rather late, and one text to his mum to let her know that he landed safely.

Demelza let out a big yawn and squirmed a little in her seat. “Oh you’ll have to excuse me. I think the time difference is starting to hit me. I can’t wait to get home and out of these clothes and get comfy in my pyjamas! Is everything alright with your ….?”

“Hmm oh yes, everything’s fine. A friend has been taking care of my dog while I was gone, so I wanted to let him know that I would pick him up tomorrow after work since it’s so late. And I let my mum know that I’ve landed safely. Mmmmm I suppose that makes me sound like a mama’s boy.”

“No not at all, that’s very sweet. Are you close with your parents?”

“My mum yes, my father not so much. And I totally agree with you about the time change and getting into more comfortable clothes. I really wanted to change out of these things before I left work but I didn’t have time. I feel like they are glued to me by now! Did your time in the states go well?”

“Yeah it did. I was part of a visiting artist series at NYU so that was nice. I played in a couple of concerts, and gave some lessons to some budding musicians at the university. One of my friends teaches music at an inner city school and he had me work with some of his students that are interested in playing the cello. I really had a fun time with that. It’s nice to be able to reach the kids who have never been exposed to classical music. When they hear you play something classical and then switch it up with something modern their eyes just light up!! It’s just brilliant… Oh you actually saw him play at the museum. He was the pianist there. He’s very talented.”

Ross fell into her eyes while she talked about the children she worked with… “Do you often travel like that as a visiting artist?”

“Well, not often, but when I do I like to make the most of it and book 3 or 4 gigs so that it makes the trip worth it money wise. And it’s an honour to be considered a guest artist like that. If I time it out just right, it can be a great supplement to my income in London.”

“Oh, I see. I’m afraid I’m not that familiar with how the music world works. I’ve gone to a couple of concerts of the LSO, but my knowledge is limited.” Ross was starting to wonder how much time he had before they reached Demelza’s flat.

There was a slight lull in the conversation while they tried to think of something to say to each other. Demelza decided that perhaps it was best to stare out the window at the city lights in the darkness, while Ross pretended to be busy on his phone. Every once in a while there were awkward glances at each other. Demelza was twisting her hair around her finger when she decided to break the silence.

“And what about you Ross. Where do you work?”

“Oh well, it’s not nearly as exciting as what you do, but I enjoy it. I have worked for a banking investment firm in town for about six years now… Falmouth, Pascoe & Tonkin. The main headquarters are in London, but we do have offices in New York and Vancouver that I am involved with.”

“Oh I think I remember seeing that name on a building downtown. I’m afraid I have no clue what a banking investment company does,” Demelza chuckled. “I’m afraid I’m kind of a ditz when it comes to that sort of thing…”

“Oh that’s alright, sometimes I wonder if I even know what we do there!” Ross gave a slight chuckle.

Demelza became distracted by a text from her roommate… “I’m sorry, it was a text from my roommate wanting to know how I was getting home…. So you have a dog!”

“Yes, an Irish Setter named Seamus! It’s kind of funny when my friend takes care of him because my friend’s flat is on the smaller side, and Seamus always looks like a horse when he’s there running around!”

“Oh he sounds wonderful! I love dogs, but my roommates and I are never home very much, so I’m afraid it wouldn’t get much attention. I love that name Seamus!”

“I thought it was appropriate for an Irish Setter. He can be a handful sometimes. And he’s gotten a lot bigger than I expected. He takes up half of my bed! I’m constantly brushing him so that I don’t end up with clumps of dog hair everywhere. ”

Demelza chuckled, “He sounds precious. I bet you spoil him rotten!” Demelza was starting to recognize the homes in her neighbourhood, so they must be getting close.

Frank rolled down the privacy glass. “Mr. Poldark, we should be arriving at Miss Carne’s address in approximately 10 minutes.”

“Thank you Frank. Well this drive from the airport has gone by fast,” Ross observed. Ross cleared his throat and chuckled at himself. She probably thinks that I’m the biggest dork out there! He’d been fidgeting with the crease in his trousers for half the drive! “Demelza, I was wondering, if you, I, I would like to see you again.”

“Well, Ross, I don’t know when I’ll be flying next.”

“Are you giving me cheek again Demelza?”

She flashed that beautiful smile of hers that just melted his heart, and laughed.

“I’d like that Ross. Although my next couple of weekends are tied up with performances in the evenings. But maybe we could get together for lunch or coffee? Why don’t you give me your phone and I’ll put my number in it.”

Oh so that’s how it’s done these days. Ross reached into the breast pocket of his suit coat and handed it to her. Demelza handed Ross her phone for him to do the same. Ross felt so awkward. “Well I guess that’s easier than finding paper and pen to write it down.”

They pulled up in front of Demelza’s flat. It seemed like a nice neighbourhood. “Well this looks nice.”

“Don’t let it fool you, there’s four of us living there to make ends meet.”

Frank opened Demelza’s car door. “Here you are Miss Carne. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

“Thank you Frank for everything. I’m so sorry for the trouble.”

“No trouble at all Miss Carne.”

Ross had gotten out on his side. “Here let me help you carry everything up the steps. Would you like me to carry the cello or the suitcase? ”

“I’ll take the cello, I’m used to it. Thank you Ross.”

“That’s actually a smart idea. As clumsy as I can be, I might drop your cello.”

They made their way to the front door. Ross made a mental note that the address was 43. Demelza was fumbling for her keys when all of a sudden the door flew open. A beautiful blonde in her pyjamas was behind the door screaming at a high enough pitch that Ross thought it could summon dogs.

“Demelza luv!!! I’ve missed you!! Get in here. Say, where did you find this handsome fellow. He doesn’t look to be an uber driver.”

Ross could feel his cheeks lighting up in red.

“Oh and he even blushes!! My, my!

“Caroline, behave yourself! Ross, this is one of my roommates Caroline Penvenen. I apologise, she usually has more tact than this. Caroline, this is Ross. We met on the plane and he offered to drive me home because of the cello.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Caroline,” Ross said as he extended his hand to Caroline.

“Very nice to meet you as well. And thank you for bringing our dear Demelza home.” Caroline really wanted to say something inappropriate but she had the sense that this was indeed a gentleman.

“You’re very welcome. It was no problem at all since the company car was going to be picking me up. I hated the thought of Demelza trying to manoeuvre her cello and luggage on the tube or uber. “

By this time, Caroline was staring at Demelza, and Demelza was staring at Ross with those beautiful eyes, who was staring right back at Demelza.

“Well, I guess I should be going so that you can unpack and get settled for the night.”

Ross was heading for the door, and Demelza met him there and opened it for him and he took a couple of steps outside.

“Thanks again Ross for th’ lift. I’ll look forward t’ hearin from ya.”

Ross turned around to answer her back. His eyes just twinkle in the night!

“I’ll be sure to be in touch in the next couple of days. Have a nice evening Demelza.”

Ross got in the car and Frank drove him off. Demelza thought to herself that it might as well have been a horse and carriage!

*****

As soon as the door closed behind Demelza there were shrieks and screams and enough giggles to make it sound like there were a dozen 13 year old girls spending the night!

“Who and what was that Demelza!! He is simply delicious!”

“Oh Lord Caroline, how red are my cheeks! This day has just been unbelievable!”

“Did you seriously just meet him on the plane?! And then you accepted a ride home with him?! Demelza what were you thinking! He could have been a serial killer!”

“Well he assured me that he wasn’t a serial killer or a vampire, so I thought I could trust him!” They both started cracking up again. “I know it was kinda stupid move on my part. Oh Caroline…. We sat across the aisle from each other so we talked almost the entire flight back to Heathrow. And he was so polite and cute. He actually was tongue-tied a couple of times while talking with me! It was soooo sweet!”

“Awww that is so sweet!”

“And he actually saw me perform at the Museum of Modern Art in New York! So when he offered to drive me home in his company car I thought it would be fine.”

“Okay Dem, this calls for some wine before we can continue. I’ll get the wine and you get comfy.”

Demelza ran upstairs and took a quick shower before changing into her favourite Minnie Mouse pyjamas that were faded and a little holey from years of use. She couldn’t help smiling the whole time she was changing. Caroline had two glasses of wine all ready for Demelza when she came back downstairs. She handed her roommate a glass. “Here you go darling to help you relax from your long travels. So fill me in on Mr. Wonderful. What’s his name, where does he work, how old is he, why was he is New York, where’s he from…’’

“Easy! Let me catch my breath! Well, I told you we met on the plane. He was in New York on business. He works for some banking investment firm in London, whatever that is… ummm I think he said it’s called Pascoe and Poldark? No… Poldark is his last name. I think the name is Falmouth, Pascoe & Tonkin… Umm I don’t know how old he is. Oh! Here’s something!! He’s from Cornwall!”

“Really? Isn’t that convenient! Wait… did you say that his name is Poldark?”

“Yes, why?”

“Dem I can’t believe this didn’t click for you. Poldark is a very prominent name in Cornwall. I think my Uncle Ray is friends with them.”

“Like I had time to ever take notice of something like that. You forget that I was raising younger brothers while avoiding my father’s wrath. So what about these Poldarks?”

*****

“Are you all set to go home now Mr. Poldark? Or is there another stop that we need to make? Perhaps a jewellery store?” You could hear the smirk in Frank’s voice.

“Very funny Frank. There will be no stops at a jewellery store tonight.” His voice was somewhat stern, but Ross was grinning when he said it. “She was very nice though, wasn’t she.”

Frank was catching a glimpse of Ross smiling in his rearview mirror. “That she did, sir. Her smiling eyes didn’t hurt either.”

“Mmmm smiling eyes. That’s a brilliant way of putting it. Oh goodness Frank, it’s been a long two weeks. Take me home, please.”

“Almost there, sir.”

*****

Here Comes The Sun

Written by George Harrison

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it’s all right

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting

Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it’s all right

Here comes the sun do, do, do

Here comes the sun

And I say it’s all right

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In My Life

Here's a little text conversation between Ross and Demelza! Enjoy!!

“Oh, well that doesn’t sound like fun to me either.” Demelza’s phone dinged. “Oh Caroline my phone just dinged I gotta go! I’ll talk to you tonight.” And with that she hung up on Caroline before she could even respond!

12:41 - Good afternoon lol! I hope my text didn’t wake you earlier than you wanted to get up. Well, is there a certain place that you like to go for lunch?

12:43 - No I was already waking up. I am up for anything as far as lunch goes. I’m allergic to shrimp so I just don’t order it.

12:44 - Well that’s good to know. I hope it isn’t a severe allergy. How about I pick you up around 11:15 and think about where you might like to go or what kind of food in the meantime.

12:46 - Would it be easier if I met you at your office or at the restaurant, so that you don’t have to drive all the way out here?

12:49 - Now that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it? Lol. No it’s fine, I’ll come pick you up. I’m not that familiar with that area, so it will be nice going to a new restaurant.

12:52 - Okay that sounds fun. I’ll think of a couple of different places and get back with you.

12:55 - Sounds perfect! Oh by the way, Seamus told me to hi to you from him! Turns out he’s quite taken with you!

- Oh! Well tell him hi back for me please. I’m quite taken with him as well.

Oh dear. Should I send that? Is that too much too soon??? She reread his last text… hmmm he said it first… what the hell here it goes. And with that she hit send.

Ross and Jenny were walking to Ross’s next meeting when he received Demelza’s text and he stopped walking. “Bloody hell!!! She’s quite taken with Seamus too!” he yelled.

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I really wanted to have a clever picture collage to go along with this new chapter, but alas, it's not meant to be this week.

Chapter 7

While My Guitar Weeps

Written By George Harrison

This is a different type of chapter. It’s a little sad as we delve into Demelza’s childhood. I’m not sure if I’ve ever heard While My Guitar Weeps before today. But it seemed very fitting for this chapter. The lyric “I don’t know why nobody told you how to unfold your love. I don’t know how someone controlled you. They bought and sold you” jumped out at me when thinking of Demelza. Plus, if you listen to the song, there is amazing orchestration in the background of the song. You can hear violins, and very possibly a cello or two, so I thought that was “fitty” for Demelza. Also, another fact of this song, George Harrison had Eric Clapton play the lead guitar on this song so he could concentrate on his lead vocals and the rhythm guitar.

*****

The sunlight was peaking through the dark blue curtains of Ross’s bedroom. Ross was on his side with his arm stretched over a sleeping Seamus. The canine rolled slightly and placed a paw over his eye as if the sun was starting to bother him. Then there was another wiggle and a slight whine from Seamus. Ross stirred and covered his eyes with his arm replicating Seamus. Pretty soon Seamus became anxious and felt the need to go outside. He stared at Ross as if by looking at him he could will him to wake up. When that didn’t work he scooted closer to Ross and laid his head on his chest. Ross grumbled and rolled the opposite direction. That was it. Seamus couldn’t handle it anymore and started barking to get some. “No Seamus, it’s too early.” Seamus started whining and making noises that sounded like he was actually talking to his master. “Stoooop! Seamus it’s Saturday morning. We can sleep in today.” Seamus stood up on the bed and was barking now! “Fuuuuck Seamus!!” Ross gave up, started growling at Seamus, pulled his comfy robe on, and headed for the back door. A couple of years ago he had decided to fence in the back garden for Seamus to run around in and not have to worry about him getting out into the neighbours gardens. Ross opened the door and Seamus bolted through his legs, practically knocking Ross down. He noticed that most of the autumn leaves had come down from the trees leaving a golden blanket on the ground. Seamus was enjoying the extra sniffing around the leaves, then started to roll around in them. Ross was not amused. “Hurry up Seamus!” The beautiful dog sniffed around some more until he was satisfied. “Here boy, c’mon get in here!!” Seamus came running back inside. Ross filled up his water dish and food dish. Ross was rubbing Seamus while he ate, “Maybe later on we can go back outside and run around. Hmm would you like that buddy?” He looked around the kitchen trying to decide on whether to go back to bed, or to just accept the fact that he was up for the day. He saw that the clock on the stove said 8:24. “You know Seamus I was really looking forward to sleeping in today, but nooooooo!” He chuckled at his friend’s face. “I guess I might as well stay up and get my laundry started. Oh what joy.” The coffee maker was beginning to create a wonderful smell. Dwight had pulled into a shop on the way home for Ross to pop in quickly and get a few things to get him through the morning. He started frying up some bacon while he decided on frying a couple of eggs sunny-side up. A couple pieces of bread were toasting in the toaster.

Ross had sat at the kitchen table while he devoured his breakfast, scrolling through his phone. He stopped at the one picture that he had of Demelza that he took of her when she wasn’t looking. He hoped that he had been as sly at taking it as he thought so she didn’t think he was a creeper. Crikey, she's beautiful. He was wondering what she would be doing today. Probably sleeping in since she has a performance tonight. A performance tonight…. Why didn’t I find out where it is!! Oh, but maybe that would be too much, too soon. I don’t want to scare her off. She told me that she wouldn’t be able to see me until during the week, so that’s what I’ll stick to.

*****

Ross had sorted his laundry, and was now on his way to the dry cleaners. He had become quite fastidious about his clothes and laundry over the years. He always had a huge bill at the dry cleaners between all of his suits, ties and expensive jumpers. About the only things he didn’t take were his jeans, t-shirts and his boxers.

“Good morning Mr. Poldark. How are ye tday.”

Ross smiled to himself hearing Drake’s Cornwall accent. “Good morning Drake, I’m fine, how are you?”

“Very well sir. Haven't seen ye for a couple o weeks.”

“Ah, I've been in New York for a couple of weeks for work. Hence the large amount of suits and things that I have today.”

“Okay let’s go through this and make sure we have everything…. Six suits, 3 waist coats, 9 dress shirts, and 3 jumpers. Do ye want your usual order for starch and scent?”

“Yes please. Oh and this shirt here might need some extra attention from the stain on it. I tried to get it out in my room but it’s not completely out. And can you have this delivered to my home when it’s done, please?”

“Ais sir. I’ll handle it meself. Will Tuesday or Wednesday work for you?”

“Yes, that’s fine Drake. Tuesday will be good. I have a couple of suits and shirts at home to get me through.”

Ross prepaid for his drycleaning for the discount, including a tip for Drake.

“Very good sir. Thank ye for your business.”

“Do you have any plans for the weekend, Drake?”

“Aye sir. I’m going to the symphony tonight.”

“Oh wow, I never would have pictured you as a classical music fan.”

“Aye sir. My sister got me into it years ago.”

“Well, have a good time. See you Tuesday.”

*****

Demelza’s Saturdays were usually spent with her cello, and this Saturday was no different. She was zoned out in the corner of her bedroom sitting with her cello. She had started with the same warm ups that she had learned in college, and was pulling out her music for tonight’s performance. She always tackled the most difficult piece or her least favourite piece first, so she went for the Bach piece. She could hear James and Henry warming up with their instruments as well. She often wondered if their neighbours ever complained about having three musicians playing at all times of the day and night. Although, she did know that there were other musicians that lived in the neighbourhood. This was one of her favourite times of the day, when all three musicians were practising at the same time. Even with all of the music going on, it was still a peaceful and calming time for her when the thoughts of her childhood would disappear from her mind.

*****

To say that Demelza’s family was dysfunctional is a huge understatement. She was the eldest of a family of six kids, all brothers younger than her. Demelza was named after her mother who also had red hair. Once her mother told her that their shared name meant ‘thy sweetness’. It seemed like her mother was always pregnant from her drunken father never leaving her alone. They lived in a 3 bedroom shack in Illugan that had at one time been a mining shack. It was always cold from little insulation and cracks in the walls. Besides the three bedrooms, there was just a bathroom with an old clawfoot bathtub that had a makeshift shower installed in it. The old white porcelain sink was cracked and never held water and the medicine cabinet above it had a cracked mirror for a door. Demelza remembered when it was cracked from the time that her father shoved her mother’s head into it. She could still picture the blood dripping down the mirror before she cleaned it up after tending to her mother.

Demelza used to beg her mother to leave her father…. Take them all away from this violence, but the elder Demelza would just say, “Twon’t do no good. I donna have any mony to go anywhere. Nobody wants t’take in six kids and their mama. He’d just come out an find us anyway. Probly make things worse.” When Tom Carne wasn’t using his fists on his wife, he used them on Demelza. His usual excuse was that she was a girl. Her back bore the scars of the times he used his belt on her. Now, she rarely ever wears a bathing suit or a dress with a low back because of those scars.

When Demelza was 13 her mother had finally worn out and Demelza found her dead one day when she came home from school. She had been sitting on the couch and actually had a slight smile on her face, and her bruised arms folded in her lap. To see her like that made Demelza think that she just decided to sit down and die. “Oh mama,” she cried. “You’re finally free from this livin hell. I love you mama and I promise I’ll make you proud of me.” Demelza told people that she died from a broken heart.

Life became harder for Demelza after her mother’s death. She used to just help her mother with the other children, but now she had the sole responsibility of making sure the brothers were clean and fed and made it to school on time. Heaven knows her dad wasn’t going to make sure it was done. Fridays were the worst because it was Tom Carne’s payday, and most of his check was spent at the local pub before he even stepped foot in the door. Then he would come home blaming everything on Demelza and beat her for it. If there wasn’t food in the house it was her fault, if the tea wasn’t done in time it was her fault. If her brothers’ clothes were dirty it was her fault. Of course he would make sure the bruises were in places that couldn’t be seen on Monday morning. Then he would pass out. That’s when Demelza was able to sneak a little money out of his wallet without him noticing it. By the time he woke the next day he wouldn’t remember how much he spent at the pub. Hopefully he would give her more to get groceries in the house.

It was in 9th grade that Dem took notice of the orchestra at school. She started hanging out around the band room when she could just to watch and listen to the music. It mesmerised her. The first time she heard a cello solo she was in love with the tone and the way the cello player leaned into his instrument and felt the music. She loved to watch the bow go back and forth while the musician placed his fingers at certain spots on the neck of the cello. The orchestra teacher kept his eye on Demelza and noticed her hanging around the band room for a couple of weeks. He could tell that she was intrigued. One day he approached her.

“How are you today?”

“I didn’t take anythin I promis sir. I jus love lisnen t the music. But I didn’t touch anythin, I promis.” She got up and started to scurry away like a rat.

“Slow down there! I didn’t say you took anything. You don’t have to leave, unless you have another class that you should be in.”

“Oh no sir, this is my free time, ifn I donna ave any work t do, I like t come dow here and listen.”

“Good, good. Do you play an instrument?”

“Oh no sir. My da would nevr buy me somethin like that. He would think it stupid.”

“Well would you like to learn an instrument? I could teach you here at school. The semester has already started, but I could give you private lessons after school to get you caught up with the other students… at no cost of course.”

“Oh Judas sir! I donna know ow tha could appen. I always afta run home afta school to do me chores and take care o me brothers, and get supper on the table befor me da ge home.”

The teacher could sense the kind of home life this child had. Her appearance was a little rough around the edges, and skinnier than a stick. Her red hair probably needed a good scrubbing, and her clothes were obviously not hers. But when she watched the orchestra practice, her big blue eyes became even bigger than saucers. He had to help this girl out.

“I’m Mr. Taylor. I teach all of the sections of the orchestra. What might be your name?”

She wasn’t sure if she should answer him in case she was in trouble, but she eventually gave in. “Demelza Carne.”

“Nice to meet you Demelza Carne. I would love to help you learn an instrument. I won’t charge you for lessons, but like I said you would need to get caught up with the rest of the students, so we would have to find a time to meet that would work out for you. I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble at home.”

“Oh sir, I would be that glad if I could. Which instrument could I play?”

“Well, which one do you think you would like to play?” He was trying to make sure that she knew that he was being sincere by the tone of his voice. He didn’t want to scare her away.

“Oh sir, I would love t play the cello! I just love the sound it do make. Sometimes it can sound so mournful. Like someone is cryin.”

The teacher was touched by her insight into the instrument.

“But I donna hav money to buy one.”

“You leave that up to me Demelza. I’ll find a cello for you.”

Demelza’s eyes were starting to tear up at this point. “Oh sir. I would be that glad… I donna what to say. You donna even know me and yer bein so kind t me.”

Mr. Taylor handed her a box of tissues to dab her eyes with. He was so touched by this waif of a girl.

“Alright Demelza. Just leave everything to me. I’ll talk to the head mistress about your class schedule and see what we can do. Now, I think the bell is about to ring for the next class. Are you okay to go on to your next class?”

“Oh yes sir. I’m so excited I won be able t sleep tonight!”

“Just one thing Demelza.”

“Whas that sir?”

“Please stop calling me sir!” he chuckled.

“Oh yessir, I mean Mr. Taylor! She giggled and skipped off to her next class.

*****

Demelza was running that fateful day with Mr. Taylor, through her mind as she got ready for the performance. She thought about it often and how grateful she was that Mr. Taylor had found her and mentored her. She doubted that he knew that he had saved her life that day…

She was dressed in a pair of black palazzo pants and a black see-through blouse over a silk camisole. The blouse had gentle ruffles around the v-neck, just low enough to show the creaminess of her skin. There were ruffles around her wrists as well. She felt so pretty in this blouse, feminine. Her hair was beautifully styled in long curls hanging down over her shoulders. She was applying her red lipstick when she heard James yelling out for her.

“Dem! Let’s go!! It’s 5 on the dot and Henry has the car warming up for us! We can’t miss our call!”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming down.” She had brought her cello down earlier in the day so she wouldn’t have to worry about carrying it down the stairs in her black heels because she could be a klutz.

“Is it raining?”

“Nope. Just a little chill in the air. You look beautiful! Is that a new blouse?”

“Ais. I picked it up in New York. It cost a fortune, but I couldn’t resist! Does it look alright? I was wondering if it was too scandalous to wear for a performance? You look pretty handsome in your tux.”

James chuckled to himself whenever her speech reverted back to Cornwall. He knew she was sensitive about it, so he didn’t tease her about it. “No, no it’s fine. It’s beautiful. I wouldn’t call it scandalous, you have a cami underneath it. But we have to get gone. You take the violin case and I’ll carry your cello.”

“Wow, that’s awfully nice of you. Thank you James. I’d give you a kiss but I don’t think the maestro would like the red lips on your cheek!”

“Mmmm probably not! Is your brother Drake going to be in attendance tonight?”

“Yes he is! We’re going out after the performance for drinks. Would you like to go with?”

“I thought you’d never ask! Now off we go to the Barbican!”

While My Guitar Weeps

Written by George Harrison

I look at you all

See the love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor

And I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don’t know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you

I look at the world

And I notice it’s turning

While my guitar gently weeps

With every mistake

We must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know how you were diverted

You were perverted too

I don’t know how you were inverted

No one alerted you

I look at you all

See the love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

(Look) look at you all

Still my guitar weeps.

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In My Life

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Chapter 3: Got To Get You Into My Life

Summary:

Maybe the title for this chapter should’ve been Puppy Love! Ross is losing control of his puppy eyes!

Notes:

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Chapter Text

They finally let the passenger board. Ross looked up and just stared. He couldn’t believe what and who he was seeing! It was the beautiful ginger cello player from the museum! And she’s brought her cello with her onboard the plane! And she was heading right for that empty row of seats across the aisle from Ross!! Bloody brilliant!!! Of all the gin joints in the world!! He thought to himself.

Ross managed to undo his seatbelt and jump up to offer his assistance to help her get settled with the cello and her bag that was hooked across her body. She looked up at him with the most beautiful blue eyes that he had ever seen, and a smile that would light up the sky. She said something to him but he was too awestruck to hear what she said. He just stared like a schoolboy. She repeated herself, “would you mind holdin me bag while I get me cello all strapped in?”

“Of course, of course,” was all that he could manage. He was pretty sure that he had this dopey grin on his face that went along with the cotton in his mouth. He didn’t even notice her accent at first. He noticed the great care that she took in making sure that her instrument was all strapped in, similar to how a mother would take care to strap in her child’s car seat.

She noticed him staring at her. “Don’t worry, I paid extra for a seat for it. There’s no way I would let this baby get checked n thrown around like yer grannies luggage. It’d be all cracked and splintered all to ‘ell! May I have me bag now?” Ross didn’t even realise that he was still holding it in his lap. “Oh here, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. It’s not everyday that one sees a cello get strapped into first class. That must have cost you a small fortune.”

The flight attendant was starting to get annoyed with this little exchange. “Ma’am would you please take your seat now and buckle up. The captain is about to start his departure briefing and we need to depart on time.” The cellist gave the flight attendant a look and then took her seat and buckled up as she had requested. Ross chuckled lightly at this. He turned around in his seat and buckled back up and cleared his throat when he noticed his seat mate was grinning at him like the Chesire cat.

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The flight attendants and passengers had all seemed to be settled in for the seven hour flight. Ross was waiting for an opportune moment to try and speak with the beautiful redhead seated across from him. At first he didn’t understand why he was having such a difficult time getting the nerve to speak with her, then he remembered, because you’re an idiot! When was the last time you actually stuck your neck out and asked a woman out! It wasn’t that Ross didn’t like to date, but he really didn’t want to get wrapped up in a relationship. He’d been burned once and once was enough to steer clear of long term relationships, which was another reason why he was kicking himself for wanting to talk to this woman. What made him think that she would be different? She will just probably tell me to sod off anyway. Would she be different from…

She dropped the book that she was reading in the aisle and Ross took the moment to be a gentleman and pick it up for her.

“Pride and Prejudice I see.” “Thank you! Yes, it’s only ‘bout the seventh time I’ve read it! I guess I’m just an ol’ softy at heart. Have you read it?”

“Once, back when I was in school. I imagine it’s required in every British school.”

“Ha yes, probly so. I guess if you’re going to keep picking up after me, I should introduce myself. I’m Demelza.” She held out her hand to shake his hand, and Ross eagerly returned the handshake. Demelza was beginning to take inventory of her new acquaintance. Hmmm he’s a little hottie. Sparkling hazel eyes. Check! Beautiful head of almost black curls. Check! Nice handshake. Check! Dazzling smile. Check! Check! Check!

“Nice to meet your acquaintance Demelza. I’m Ross. I actually enjoyed your cello playing the other day at the Museum of Modern Art. I enjoyed it very much.”

“Oh wow, thank you! Yeah that was a fun gig to be a part of. It was nice that we were allowed to play some contempt’y stuff along with some of the ol’ classical chestnuts.”

“Yes! You were beautiful, I mean you played beautifully… I mean, you all, um, all four of you, played…beautifully. And yes, yes the contemporary songs were, um, like um, a breath of fresh air to listen to, instead of just strictly classical music….” Ross could hear his seatmate chuckling behind him.

Demelza went on chatting about something while Ross started to zone out I am such a fecking idiot! I can’t even form a complete sentence!! Get it together Poldark!! “ …don’t you think Ross?” Shite!! “Hmm, Oh I’m sorry, I was just thinking back to the museum. What did you say?”

“Oh I don’t ‘member now, ‘twasn’t that importnt,” she giggled.

“I’ve been noticing your accent, are you from Cornwall by any chance?” Ross wondered.

“Oh dear does it show. I usually try to hide it, but when I’m in stressful situations it tends to come out.”

“Are you stressed now?”

“Oh y’know, a long plane ride, chattin with strangers can be a little stressful, or maybe I should say a unique situation? I suppose you’re from London?”

“No, I mean yes… bloody hell, just kill me now! … what I mean to say is, I’ve lived in London for the last 6 years or so, but I’m originally from Cornwall. I’ve moved to London for my job, but my folks still live in Cornwall,” Ross explained.

“Oh really! Whereabouts are you from? I’m a Luggy girl from Illugan. So you don’t have much of a Cornwall accent.”

“Wow, small world. I’m from the St. Agnes area. Um no, I guess for the most part I don’t have a Cornish accent anymore.” Especially when I’m at work dealing with clients, he thought to himself.

“Well, it is a small world! I haven’t lived there for years. As soon as I was able, I took off. M’da didn’t appreciate or care about m’love for music, and he didn’t think a girl needed to go to college except to look for a husband. So I headed off to uni and really never looked back. Oh, sorry, that’s probably a bit of TMI.” Way to go Demelza, she thought, next thing you’ll be telling him is your bra size!

“No, no I don’t mind. And I totally get it. I don’t go home much either. “ Ross thought a change in subject might be good. “ Where did you go to university? I’m assuming you studied music.”

“Oh yeah, I went to Oxford. Luckily I was able to go on scholarship. How bout yer self?”

“I went to Cambridge for business. Kind of boring compared to music.”

“Well I’m sure that I wouldn’t understand half of what you’ve studied. We all have our own interests.”

“Do you go back to Cornwall much?”

“No, me brothers still live there wth me da, but I usually keep in touch w’ them by phone. How ‘bout yerself?”

“Um, I go back a couple of times a year to visit my parents. I’m actually due for a visit, so maybe I’ll go down for a weekend soon, once I get things situated in the office from my business trip.”

The small talk between the two of them drifted in and out around the in-flight meal and snacks. They seemed to take turns at napping throughout the long flight. Ross found himself wondering what had happened between Demelza and her father that caused such a rift. He’s had his own problems with his dad but he can’t imagine not speaking with him for years. He really wanted to get to know Demelza but leaning across the aisle trying to speak with her was getting a little awkward, not to mention the dirty looks from the flight attendant as she was walking up and down the aisle. He didn’t even know if she was already in a relationship!

Before he knew it, there was only an hour left of the flight and he felt anxious about trying to find out more about her.

All of a sudden he blurted out, “Is your boyfriend going to pick you up at the airport?” This brought on a few chuckles from a few passengers around them that had no choice but to listen to their on again/off again conversations. Ross just glared at the other passengers. I am such a twat! What am I, twelve?

Demelza gave a slight chuckle as well, and raised an eyebrow, “Um, no I don’t have a boyfriend. I was just goin to call an Uber since I have the cello with me.”

“Oh. Um well I have a car that’s going to pick me up, I could give you a lift so that you don’t have to bother with an uber. I mean, if you’d like to. I promise that I’m not a serial killer or a vampire or anything weird.”

Demelza smiled and her blue eyes lit up. Hmmm he has a car picking him up? Interesting. “Well, me mum always told me not to get in cars with strangers. But if you can assure me that you’re not a serial killer or a vampire, I think that would be lovely. Thank you.”

Bloody hell! Her smile and her eyes are killing me!

Judas! His smile is fecking deadly! I might not even care if he is a vampire!

Notes:

Notes: Got To Get You Into My Life was written by Lennon and McCartney. So I’m trying to stick with Beatles songs for titles of the chapter, but it’s a small sticking point, because when I read about the song that I think will work, I find out what the song is really about, and then I wonder if I shouldn’t make a different choice! Which is what happened with this chapter. I really liked the thought of Got To Get You Into My Life from Ross’s point of view. But then I read where John Lennon thought it was about LSD, but Paul McCartney said no it’s about pot. “Got To Get You Into My Life was one I wrote when I had first been introduced to pot. I’d been a rather straight working-class lad but when we started to get into pot it seemed to me to be quite uplifting.” So there you have it. I’m going for what Ross is thinking about Demelza! lol.

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