Opera House this evening. Just a quick change in our list of performer’s, Mrs. Chastity Jones will be replaced by newcomer, Ling Coop er, who might I add, is only five and a half years old.”
The audience all gasps at the knowledge, followed by a rousing round of applause. It helps to put Sadie at ease knowing that the auditorium welcomes their daughter, but it also adds a lot of pressure on the shoulders of the little one.
The maestro begins the evening with the first piece, a classical arrangement without any vocalists and the lights dim down, showcasing the musicians on the stage. Sadie sits quietly in her seat, next to Chris, who looks like he couldn’t care less that he is there. His behavior is damaging Sadie internally and she can feel her blood pressure start to rise with every flick of his finger on his Smartphone touch screen.
“Will you put that away, please?” She nudges her arm into him, leaning into him and ensuring that he obeys her command. “It’s very rude.”
Everyone around the couple are all whispering, making snide remarks towards Chris and his lack of theater etiquette.
Chris shrugs his shoulders, unfazed by her request. “I can do whatever I want.”
“You certainly proved that last night,” she is quick to counter him, feeling her heart throbbing in her chest with anger.
Chris stops playing on his phone and stares directly into her eyes with a lethal stare right before the music starts up. A sly smirk forms on his lips and it’s enough to make Sadie’s blood run cold.
“And I should say the same to you.”
Confused, Sadie is about to question him but her attention shifts instantly to the stage, the moment the strings section begins to play. It takes every ounce of restraint in her body not to speak over the music to her husband and instead, swallows her words, anxiously awaiting a break in the performances.
It arrives moments later and as the audience begins to clap, awarding the musicians on stage, Sadie turns to Chris to grab his attention.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Chris busies himself on his phone again, taking eons to even acknowledge her. “You know how they say women have eyes on the back of their heads? Well, don’t cut men out of the equation quite yet,” he snarls without looking at her.
Again, just as Sadie is about to learn mo re, the performance begins, this time a solo cellist on the stage illuminating by one single ray of light. Sadie finds herself in a constant battle between enjoying the euphoria of the music on stage and the melancholy air between her and her husband.
The piece in which the cellist performs is longer than Sadie anticipated, causing her leg to bounce up and down uncontrollably. Chris notices it in the corner of his eye and laughs at her anxiety, as if it pleases him.
What are his intentions? What did he mean by the words he said?
Delightedly, the musician stops again and Sadie grabs Chris by the arm, forcing his attention to be put on her. They square off visually, neither one of them moving any other muscle.
“What are you talking about Chris?”
Chris swallows hard, his expression changing drastically. Now, instead of appearing full of malice and ill intentions, he looks broken and utterly defeated. The shift in demeanor surprises Sadie and she presses on.
“What? What is it?”
After retrieving his fallen gaze, he looks up at Sadie and says only two words:
“Asher Banks.”
Sadie’s heart sinks to her feet and the once peach color falls from her face and is replaced with a ghost white. Her mouth moves to form the words, but unfortunately, nothing is able to come out.
With a lack of a response from his wife, Chris focuses on the stage ahead of him, sucking in a trembling breath and letting it get caught in his throat as he chokes back the tears.
“I didn’t do anything,” Sadie begins, perilously trying to plead her case and salvage everything. “Nothing happened.”
Chris turns to look at her with
The audience all gasps at the knowledge, followed by a rousing round of applause. It helps to put Sadie at ease knowing that the auditorium welcomes their daughter, but it also adds a lot of pressure on the shoulders of the little one.
The maestro begins the evening with the first piece, a classical arrangement without any vocalists and the lights dim down, showcasing the musicians on the stage. Sadie sits quietly in her seat, next to Chris, who looks like he couldn’t care less that he is there. His behavior is damaging Sadie internally and she can feel her blood pressure start to rise with every flick of his finger on his Smartphone touch screen.
“Will you put that away, please?” She nudges her arm into him, leaning into him and ensuring that he obeys her command. “It’s very rude.”
Everyone around the couple are all whispering, making snide remarks towards Chris and his lack of theater etiquette.
Chris shrugs his shoulders, unfazed by her request. “I can do whatever I want.”
“You certainly proved that last night,” she is quick to counter him, feeling her heart throbbing in her chest with anger.
Chris stops playing on his phone and stares directly into her eyes with a lethal stare right before the music starts up. A sly smirk forms on his lips and it’s enough to make Sadie’s blood run cold.
“And I should say the same to you.”
Confused, Sadie is about to question him but her attention shifts instantly to the stage, the moment the strings section begins to play. It takes every ounce of restraint in her body not to speak over the music to her husband and instead, swallows her words, anxiously awaiting a break in the performances.
It arrives moments later and as the audience begins to clap, awarding the musicians on stage, Sadie turns to Chris to grab his attention.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Chris busies himself on his phone again, taking eons to even acknowledge her. “You know how they say women have eyes on the back of their heads? Well, don’t cut men out of the equation quite yet,” he snarls without looking at her.
Again, just as Sadie is about to learn mo re, the performance begins, this time a solo cellist on the stage illuminating by one single ray of light. Sadie finds herself in a constant battle between enjoying the euphoria of the music on stage and the melancholy air between her and her husband.
The piece in which the cellist performs is longer than Sadie anticipated, causing her leg to bounce up and down uncontrollably. Chris notices it in the corner of his eye and laughs at her anxiety, as if it pleases him.
What are his intentions? What did he mean by the words he said?
Delightedly, the musician stops again and Sadie grabs Chris by the arm, forcing his attention to be put on her. They square off visually, neither one of them moving any other muscle.
“What are you talking about Chris?”
Chris swallows hard, his expression changing drastically. Now, instead of appearing full of malice and ill intentions, he looks broken and utterly defeated. The shift in demeanor surprises Sadie and she presses on.
“What? What is it?”
After retrieving his fallen gaze, he looks up at Sadie and says only two words:
“Asher Banks.”
Sadie’s heart sinks to her feet and the once peach color falls from her face and is replaced with a ghost white. Her mouth moves to form the words, but unfortunately, nothing is able to come out.
With a lack of a response from his wife, Chris focuses on the stage ahead of him, sucking in a trembling breath and letting it get caught in his throat as he chokes back the tears.
“I didn’t do anything,” Sadie begins, perilously trying to plead her case and salvage everything. “Nothing happened.”
Chris turns to look at her with
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