Overture (Rain Dance, Book 1) (Rain Dance Series) Read Free

seat.
          I had no
intention of taking part in the show at first, as I knew practically nothing
about the place. But during my first solo exploration, I came across a rather
magnificent sight. It was the first time it had rained since I'd arrived, which
was my primary reason for wandering outdoors. I ended up getting a little bit
lost. Eventually, the rain stopped and the sky began to clear up. That was when
I found it.
          It was a tall
building - the kind that made you think of power and wealth. Its outer shell
was built out of some sort of reflective glass. The clouds were still heavy and
dark from the rain, but they were also just starting to spread out, making way
for the sun's light. The sky had turned luminously golden, and in that moment I
could swear I saw angels looking down at me. It was almost celestial.
          The building
reflected this, and somehow that made it all the more intense. With the
coloring and the clouds, it was both heavenly and foreboding at the same time.
Part of me felt the need to fall to my knees in reverence to its beauty. But
the other part wanted to look away, the severity of its mighty image being too
much for me to handle. It was like staring directly at the Sun. Inspiration
became me.
          Much like his eyes, it wasn't the kind of thing I could forget. But since I had the chance,
and knowing that the sight would be gone after a few minutes, I ended up
snapping a few pictures with my phone to use as a reference. As soon as I found
my way back home, I began planning. None of my own blank canvases seemed large
enough for the painting I wanted to create, so I'd had to order one online.
When I was finished with it, I almost didn't want to hand it over.
          I had let
Mercedes deal with the pricing, so I didn't know how much I would be earning
yet. I didn't particularly care, but I was curious as to how she would go about
selling something before a public viewing even took place.
          It was only now
that I finally thought to ask…who had bought it? It hadn't even been a full
twenty-four hours since I dropped it off. I doubted many people, aside from
other artists, would have been able to see it.
          A silly little
idea came to me, but before I could start to hope, I reminded myself that there
was no sure way of knowing who it was unless I asked. And that, of course, was
something I was not going to do.
     

     
          The rest of the
week passed quickly, one day blending into the next. After finishing his painting, I had been inspired to try and capture the colors of my friends, too.
          As I worked on
Dale's eye, I thought primarily of dark, melted fudge. Warm and sweet, just
like him. Midway through, I had to take a break so I could bake some brownies.
The break ended up taking a little longer when I became distracted by a few
episodes of I Love Lucy . Still, I ended up finishing much sooner than
planned.
          Jillian's
painting, on the other hand, was a little harder. I couldn't think of anything
edible that would match the smoky gray hue that made up her eyes. No matter how
loud and cheerful she was, there would always be an air of mystery about her -
even if she did wear her heart on her sleeve. It made for an interesting
duality, which I tried my best to recreate.
          When I wasn't
painting, I was either dancing around the living room or sitting on my ass for
hours on end devouring books. I didn't consider my preference for romance
novels a guilty-pleasure. The entirety of my life was a guilty-pleasure. Well,
for the last year it had been, at least.
          There were
moments when I thought about going outdoors to do some more exploring and maybe
a little shopping. But then I just told myself that I could go the following
week.
     

     
          I was sitting
on the couch the following Tuesday afternoon, watching random videos on my
laptop, when Mercedes called me again.
          "Hey, Em,
how's it