Blog Post #6- Thinkin' 'bout her by the elevator

The repetitive tune of the ice cream truck continued playing in his head as he walked into Washington Heights. The only things on his mind were the tune playing over and over and the magical image of the lovely lady at the bar. He couldn't figure out how to get either out of his head. As the door shut behind him, he looked a few yards ahead to see a young and beat up girl and another woman come very close to a collision. He watched them go their separate ways- the woman to the stairs and the girl to the elevator. How did the woman not take the time to talk to the poor bruised girl? He felt so sorry for the girl even though he didn't know her one bit. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to make sure she was alright and to see if she needed help. As the elevator door dinged, he started to walk faster to try and catch up to her. He got there as the doors were closing and even tried to stick his arm in the door to stop it. It closed anyway. Maybe he's see her another time. He just hoped she'd be ok.
As he waited for the elevator to come back again, his mind wandered back to this lady from the bar. He wondered what her name was, what her story was, but most of all: what floor she lived on. He imagined coming to her door and her jumping into his arms. He imagined them sitting close on a couch- him with his guitar in hand of course. He'd sing her a song or two and then he'd write her a song. He knew he could make a swell song about her. They'd be perfect together. She could come on tour with him- come to see him sing and know all the words to all his songs. He'd never felt this way before. He quietly said to himself, "She's the one!" As he snapped out of his day dream, still smiling to himself, he realized he'd missed the elevator again. The little button wasn't lit up anymore. He pressed it again and waited, still grinning. The ice cream truck began to sing it's tune outside and Leroy ran out- holding his hat to his head- to get himself a snow cone.