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Revelation (1/?)

Lights, some brighter than the sun, it seamed, glared through the windows of the car, flashing by in a rush of color. The streets were alive, through Inez thought she was dying. Her shaky hands tightened around the rough arch of the steering wheel, as she tried to control her breathing. She’d went home early that day to make dinner, and to make things right between her and her husband. It was a hard year for the two of them. Mike got laid off of work down at the construction site and she’d took up a side job to keep them going. They hadn’t fucked in months. She couldn’t even remember the last time they made love, the last time he had held her in his arms as if she was the only thing that mattered.

Inez sighed and blinked a couple of times to clear her bleary vision. Images danced before her eyes, mocking her and her pain. He cheated on her. She stepped two feet inside their apartment to find him mindlessly fucking some no-named bitch on the couch. They stumbled apart, not that it made a difference. She screamed at him, cried, cursed his name over and over and over again, but what else was there to do? She had a bag ready in two minutes and was out the door in five.

Her cell phone lit up again to show Micheal’s handsome face. That made it 14 missed calls within an hour. She wished he’d stop trying to reach her. She didn’t know where she was and she needed to stop soon. It wasn’t until she was considering going back to the apartment that she saw the dusty old brick building labeled “Hotel Cortez.” She parked and tried to clean herself up a bit before she walked in. It was no use – she looked like shit. Nevertheless, she took a deep breath, grabbed her bag, and pushed open the door.

Never judge a book by it’s cover. That’s the saying that floats around a lot, but it held no greater truth than it did when the young brunette took her first step within the cursed hotel. The ceilings seemed to touch the sky and the air held a dark, hidden grace – as if there were eyes within the many walls of the building, just staring, and watching for their amusement. She tapped the bell lightly at the reception desk, lost in her own thoughts. A short woman with large round glasses perched atop of her long, straight nose cleared her throat, “How can I help you?” She set her hands widely on the edge of the desk and leaned on them.

“I’d like a room, please.” Inez felt stupid. Of course she was here for a room – it was a hotel. The lady didn’t seem to mind her simple answer.

“How long were you looking to stay?” The realization of what had happened hit her in the face. She choked up a little bit, but bit out, “I don’t know… a while.”

“Let’s play it by ear then.” Inez nodded jerkily, and pressed her lips together tightly. “What’s your name?”

“Inez Brant.”

“Well, Inez, your room’s number 58 and there’s a bar up on the balcony. You look like you need it.” She gave the gray-haired woman a small smile and went to her room. There was this uneasy feeling Inez just couldn’t shake. It suffocated her as she stepped closer and closer to her room. She opened the door and tossed her bag on a chair next to the nightstand. She let the spay of hot water calm her down before checking her bag to see if she had anything nice to wear. There was something going on downstairs and she wanted to avoid embarrassment, if possible. When she got to the bar it was packed, though she managed to find a seat amongst the giggling girls and obnoxiously loud men. She looked around, then finally at the pair of what must have been barely legal, barely dressed, girls on top of a podium to the far left of the bar butchering a Jesse J song.

“Karaoke. It’s our latest attempt to draw people in.” A husky voice spoke from the other side of the counter. Inez turned to find a bald woman in a black fitting dress pouring drinks.

“How’s that going?”

“It’s a little harsh on the eardrums, but hey, it works. So… what’ll you have?”

“Vodka. On the rocks, please.” She looked at Inez with a raised eyebrow, but wordlessly served the drink.

“I’m Liz.”

“Inez.”

“So, Inez, what are you trying to forget?” The question took her off guard, but she supposed starting off with such a hard drink was a tale-tell sign.

“Everything.”

“He isn’t worth the hangover.” Inez took a gulp of her drink, letting it burn the inside of her throat.

“I know.”

“It doesn’t help knowing, though. I’ll keep ‘em coming.”

She looked up at Liz with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” The older woman just nodded. Hours passed, though it only seemed like minutes. Some people left, some people stayed. Inez sat frozen, nursing her drink. By the time she looked around, the dimly lit bar was only half full. She had to steady herself against the counter. The world was rocking back and forth, and side to side like the blue sea. It looked like no one had touched the mike in an hour.

Inez thought back to a time where her and Mike thought they’d live off of her singing career. She couldn’t hold back her laugh. After a month of trying, she began work as a bank teller on the upper east side of the city.

“Honey, I don’t think -” Liz tried to sit her back down.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m gonna sing now...yeah.” Inez just waved her off and stumbled to the podium. The step up almost knocked her down, but she remained balanced. There were shadows of people spread out on the balcony looking up at her. The soft blue light aimed at the podium shone brightly in her eyes, so she closed them and brought the microphone to her lips.

Something told me it was over When I saw you and her talking Something deep down in my soul said, "cry girl"´, When I saw you and that girl, walking out

Inez wiped at her face with her other hand and stared at the floor. She couldn’t forget the sight of them together.

I was just

I said I was just thinking

of your kiss and your warm embrace

Why? She couldn’t understand why.

when the reflection of the glass that I held to my lips now baby

revealed these tears that were own my face

She cried harder and growled out the last few words.

Baby, baby, baby

I’d rather be blind boy

than to see you walk away from me

Hey! Baby, baby, baby

She practically begged,

Don’t you walk away from me

Claps thundered around her, and for a minute she remembered how good it felt singing in front of others. “Bravo! Bravo! Sing another!” A man dressed like a 1930’s gangster stood up from his seat in the back. She could barely see him. “Bravo! Bravo!”

She sat down, the room was swaying too much for her to continue standing. Drunk off of applause and vodka, she once more brought the wireless microphone towards her.

This is a man's world, this is a man's world But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

She stood up and walked over to the man in the back.

You see, man made the cars to take us over the road Man made the train to carry the heavy load Man made electric light to take us out of the dark Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark

This is a man's, man's, man's world

He was staring at her in unmasked glee. She took his hat from his head and plopped it on hers. Keeping eye contact, she sang,

But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

This is a man's, man's, man's world But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl

She could see him properly now. His eyes shined like stars, and his dimpled smile was murderously beautiful. His suit, striped and polished, fit him well. Inez licked her lips and let her hands drop to her side. Her mind was still refusing to keep up with her desire.

“Hi.”

His smile grew even wider. His cheeks almost covered his eyes. “Hello darling. The name’s James March. At your service.” He cupped her soft hand and gave it a lingering kiss that sent a shot of electricity to her pelvis.

“Inez Brant. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Believe me. The pleasure is all mine.” He practically purred the last two words.

“I have to go. I’m not all here, my mind, that is.” Inez stumbled her way through her sentence and handed him the microphone awkwardly. “Here.”

“You must let me escort you to your room, Miss Brant.” James interjected before she could stumble off.

“Oh, it’s not nec-”

“I insist.”

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