Frannie spent her evening with her little girl, playing and just enjoying their time together. After settling Sophie down to bed Frannie went back to the studio. This project was under her skin now and the need to get it down on paper was so great she couldn’t keep away from it. She had to let it out.
She worked late into the night, finally stopping when she could no longer keep her eyes open. She didn’t even bother to drag herself up stairs. She collapsed onto the sofa and let herself fall into a dreamless, exhausted sleep.
When she opened her eyes in the morning she was disoriented and stiff. The sofa was fine for sitting on, but definitely not for sleeping. She looked and around and got her bearings, she was in the studio. Frannie looked across the room and was surprised to see so much of her drawing finished. She didn’t remember getting that much done. She had been so caught up in what she was doing that she couldn’t recall where it had all come from. She had just let her pencil go and the results were sometimes fantastic and other times, a train wreck. This was definitely along the vein of fantastic. When it was finished it would be one of her best pieces, she hoped.
After a shower, breakfast and some time with Sophie, Frannie headed back to her studio. The picture was calling to her and she wanted to finish it. Turning on her radio she again let the music flow around her as she picked up her pencil. As she hummed along she shaded here, blended there, filled in and faded out, making minor adjustments throughout until she got to the last portion. She had a space that needed to be filled in but she hadn’t decided how she wanted to fill it. Frannie stepped back and studied the flow of the piece. There were all the things about him, music, family, his philanthropy, their beach, but something was still missing.
Frannie paced back and forth trying to decide just what she could add that would complete what she had done. She kept looking back and trying to figure out what she could have possibly left out. As she moved back and forth across the room she caught a hint of movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing over she spotted Geena and Sophie in the doorway.
“Hey Geena, everything okay?” She walked over to where the two were standing as Geena nodded, “everything is fine Frannie. I was just sent to tell you that dinner is ready.” Frannie nodded and kissed Sophie, “okay. Tell Lani I’ll be along in a minute.” When her lips pressed against the baby’s head it came to her. She walked back and picked up her pencil and in minutes she had filled in that last spot. She smiled as she set her pencil down; she would have to touch it up a little but for now it was finished.
While Frannie was smiling in satisfaction, Jon was frowning in frustration. His meeting with the sponsors for the Soul wasn’t going as well as he hoped. Because the team wasn’t doing as well as the sponsor had been led to believe they would, they were threatening to pull out. After two hours of near begging and pleading Jon hoped that he had convinced them to stick around a while longer. Surely his team wouldn’t continue down the path they were on. They agreed to wait until after the game on Saturday to make a final decision. This would have to be good enough for now.
As he let himself back into his empty hotel room he sighed, wishing Frannie was there. He hadn’t slept well the night before and that hadn’t helped his disposition during that meeting either. Hanging up his suit coat he dug into his pocket for his phone. Maybe he could convince Frannie, without too much begging on his part, to come tomorrow instead of Saturday.
Holding the phone in his hand he just stared down at it, not opening it. Frannie. He moved to the window and stared out, trying to figure out just how she had come to mean so much to him in such a short amount of time. The person she is now is so far removed from who she was when they met it was just amazing. And, he wondered, how had he found someone so like what he had had before but yet so different? Her passion for her work was admirable and her generous nature was beyond fault. Her strength was undeniable and combined with the softness that was apparent, he was lost. There were so many facets to her. He loved what he had undiscovered so far and he had no intention of letting anything slip past him.
Glancing down at the phone again, he opened it this time and dialed. Hopefully he could get her to see that she should come tomorrow instead of waiting.
She worked late into the night, finally stopping when she could no longer keep her eyes open. She didn’t even bother to drag herself up stairs. She collapsed onto the sofa and let herself fall into a dreamless, exhausted sleep.
When she opened her eyes in the morning she was disoriented and stiff. The sofa was fine for sitting on, but definitely not for sleeping. She looked and around and got her bearings, she was in the studio. Frannie looked across the room and was surprised to see so much of her drawing finished. She didn’t remember getting that much done. She had been so caught up in what she was doing that she couldn’t recall where it had all come from. She had just let her pencil go and the results were sometimes fantastic and other times, a train wreck. This was definitely along the vein of fantastic. When it was finished it would be one of her best pieces, she hoped.
After a shower, breakfast and some time with Sophie, Frannie headed back to her studio. The picture was calling to her and she wanted to finish it. Turning on her radio she again let the music flow around her as she picked up her pencil. As she hummed along she shaded here, blended there, filled in and faded out, making minor adjustments throughout until she got to the last portion. She had a space that needed to be filled in but she hadn’t decided how she wanted to fill it. Frannie stepped back and studied the flow of the piece. There were all the things about him, music, family, his philanthropy, their beach, but something was still missing.
Frannie paced back and forth trying to decide just what she could add that would complete what she had done. She kept looking back and trying to figure out what she could have possibly left out. As she moved back and forth across the room she caught a hint of movement out of the corner of her eye. Glancing over she spotted Geena and Sophie in the doorway.
“Hey Geena, everything okay?” She walked over to where the two were standing as Geena nodded, “everything is fine Frannie. I was just sent to tell you that dinner is ready.” Frannie nodded and kissed Sophie, “okay. Tell Lani I’ll be along in a minute.” When her lips pressed against the baby’s head it came to her. She walked back and picked up her pencil and in minutes she had filled in that last spot. She smiled as she set her pencil down; she would have to touch it up a little but for now it was finished.
While Frannie was smiling in satisfaction, Jon was frowning in frustration. His meeting with the sponsors for the Soul wasn’t going as well as he hoped. Because the team wasn’t doing as well as the sponsor had been led to believe they would, they were threatening to pull out. After two hours of near begging and pleading Jon hoped that he had convinced them to stick around a while longer. Surely his team wouldn’t continue down the path they were on. They agreed to wait until after the game on Saturday to make a final decision. This would have to be good enough for now.
As he let himself back into his empty hotel room he sighed, wishing Frannie was there. He hadn’t slept well the night before and that hadn’t helped his disposition during that meeting either. Hanging up his suit coat he dug into his pocket for his phone. Maybe he could convince Frannie, without too much begging on his part, to come tomorrow instead of Saturday.
Holding the phone in his hand he just stared down at it, not opening it. Frannie. He moved to the window and stared out, trying to figure out just how she had come to mean so much to him in such a short amount of time. The person she is now is so far removed from who she was when they met it was just amazing. And, he wondered, how had he found someone so like what he had had before but yet so different? Her passion for her work was admirable and her generous nature was beyond fault. Her strength was undeniable and combined with the softness that was apparent, he was lost. There were so many facets to her. He loved what he had undiscovered so far and he had no intention of letting anything slip past him.
Glancing down at the phone again, he opened it this time and dialed. Hopefully he could get her to see that she should come tomorrow instead of waiting.
3 comments:
I love that she's like Jon, in her work. Once you start something, it call to you and you have to finish it!
Steph I do love this story.
Now, bring of the paint brushes!! lmao.
Oh c'mon, what'd she add, you tease? lmao
I think what she added was the perfect touch (if I'm correct) and the picture wouldn't have felt right without it! I also understand how it is to become obsessed with a project or creative endeavor and I can totally relate-great job reflecting that artistic spirit, Steph!
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