Royal Evermore Encounter
by Brittany Oberley (:
I was at my manager’s huge, luxurious house for the second time this week talking about various business matters for my music and acting career. We had coffee and cookies in front of us, in her business sitting room. About a hour or so after drinking several cups of coffee, I really needed to go to the restroom. I made way through her maze like house to the bathroom. On the way back to the sitting room, as I was walking through her hallway which echoed as you walked on the stone tile, I saw her new chef on the right down a hall to the kitchen. He seemed as if he always had something he was thinking about; deeply thinking about. This was only the second time I have seen him, and just like the last, I slowly walked past him, just so I could get a glimpse of him. Some reason though this time I extremely had the urge to go say hi to this mysterious, handsome, blonde guy. As I approached him, he immediately put out his hand for me to reach, and he took my hand to his lips and kissed my hand. He then kindly and royally said, “Pleased to meet you Waffa.”
I asked, “May I ask who you are?” while figuring he wasn’t part of the paparazzi. People, including the paparazzi, were able to reconize me easily and quickly by my bleach blonde hair with aqua highlights. He then diligently replied, “Some call me Sir Lancelot Sigbjorn Carwyn, but you can just call me Lance.” This conversation lasted about 10 minutes more and consisted of mainly “about me” topics, until he asked if I would like to go to lunch with him the next day. I agreed to go with this mystery guy since he was the chef for my manager and seemed like he wasn’t star stuck. He treated me like any other person, which I liked. We parted for the fact my manager would think I fell into the toilet if I didn’t return shortly. When I got back to my manager, we were back into the books right away. I was supposed to think of things for my career, but I just couldn’t. All I could think about was Lance.
The next day was Friday, and just before noon, Lance picked me up. We drove in his car and arrived at a cute little place in the city. There were tables outside under umbrellas by the road. White, silky sheer tablecloths, cream bows made with ribbon tied around baby blue napkins. Crystal china and Deep red roses in a vase surrounded by sea shells as the center piece. Soft Calm and romantic music in the background. When we sat down at the tables outside, there was a warm light breeze coming from the pacific ocean since we were near the beaches of California. We started talking, instantly we became best of friends. My purse filled with all my necessities was hanging behind me on my chair. A little breeze must have opened it and Lance saw I had a notebook in it. He asked if he could draw his favorite place on the planet. I handed it to him along with a pencil and he immediately started to draw. He drew a map of what looked like an island. He then drew a beautiful mansion on the next page. It had a gorgeous balcony, with the finest details in the railing. There was windows of all sorts, all the way from bay windows to stained glass pictures. It seemed like a castle, yet it was as luxurious as a paradise. Being in a daze, and seeming as if I was dreaming this place he was drawing, paperazti found me! I saw them running towards me, cameras in hand, about 2 blocks away down the city sidewalks. Quickly, I put my purse on my lap, and I pulled duct tape out of my purse. He asked why I was not running. I told him to trust me and just touch my arm, while I speedily applied duct tape in a square around the mansion he just drew. Within seconds both Lance and I were in front of the gorgeous mansion. Surprised, he asked me, “What happened?!”
“I have that magic power of using duct tape, the paparazzi will never know what happened.”
He then replied, “Let’s walk around. I have a confession too.”
Even more gorgeous in person, we were walking past flowers, jungle type plants and streams. We reached a beach with very white sand and sat down on it when he continued, “When I turned 18, I became the king of this place, this island called Unknown Island. My father, who was king, had died a few years ago and my mother passed away during child birth of my sister Soraya, two years after I was born. My assistant Norbert, who is like family, was trying to take care of this island before I was king. When I became 18, I had to leave here for awhile and get a job while my assistant kept watch of this island. We are having financial issues since barely any people live on this island.”
I instantly gave him a hug, knowing that he definitely was not a stranger and someone I could really trust. “I’m truly sorry Lance. I thought I had a crazy life having fans screaming a lot and paperazti chasing me all the time.”
We decided that we would have to return back to California since we both had jobs to do.
Six months passed, we realized we were more than friends, and we got married in May. We decided to move back to his mansion on the island. I took a month off of work and Lance didn’t have to be the chef for my manager anymore since I was able to supply financially. He could focus on being king of this island. The evening before I would get back to work, May 31st, was the 99th anniversary of the island. Lance, his sister, a sweet older couple, Norbert and I all sat around the glass patio table eating a fancy meal that Norbert cooked. We were the only ones on the island, so it was a tiny informal celebration. It was an exciting evening, we were all laughing and having lively conversations while eating. When all of a sudden, I couldn’t talk! Everyone’s liveliness stopped. They all glanced at me getting ready to assist me in the Heimlich maneuver since they thought I was choking. I shook my head no calmly, and scrabbled inside to find pen and paper. I came back out and wrote the question asking if cowpeas were in the meal. Norbert said, “Yes, they are tradition. They are for good luck.”
I wrote, “I am allergic to them. I lose my voice for a week. I only tried them once, when I was little, and lost my voice then also. I should have told you but I didn’t think I would encounter them again. It’s not your fault, it’s all good.” It was getting dark and we all decided we would go to bed. So we all parted, heading towards our beds.
The next morning, I began working on a record. This whole experience and island gave me a large variety of subjects to write about. I found my self walking around through the various collection of unique plants starting to get good lyrics and I got within seeing distance of the mansion, finding an unusual person heading rapidly towards the palace. I secretly ran towards the back of our place, positively thinking the man was an invader. I found Lance in our flower bed gardens by our waterfall. I had to text him a few feet away that we should be prepared and watch out because I still couldn’t speak. He then texted Norbert and Soraya to bring protection arms incase we were going to be under attack. Before Norbert or Soraya could bring our protection out, low and behold, the invader caught glimpse of us. We decided to run behind a plant the size of a car without him seeing, trying to give us time. He still was keeping an eye on us, and followed us speedily in anger. He came up to Lance and grabbed hold of his collar of his blue plaid shirt and yelled “Why did you marry Waffa?!” He obviously was my fan, and disliked the fact that I was no longer available. He punched Lance in the stomach, and looked like he was going to strike again. Lance still trying to perk back up and protect us, I quickly squeezed right between them, keeping the powerful invader from punching him again. I knew he would never punch me, but he then pushed me to the side, while getting ready to punch again. I slid to the near edge of a cliff. Trying to keep my balance but my right foot slipped off and I lost my balance. Before I knew it, I was starting to fall backwards leaving the sight of the two guys, whose faces immediately wear geared towards me. Lance screamed my name, ignoring that fact he was in pain, and I tried screaming but still failed. I begun flinging my arms around just as habit, when I begun to go the reverse direction; upwards. I could fly! I came up to the edge where I fell to find the guys faces, mostly the intruder’s face, to be pale. I jumped onto land where Lance grabbed me and squeezed me tightly. The intruder started to ask, “Wha?” but couldn’t finish because he fainted into a bush. Lance recovered from the attack and so he lifted this hefty guy back to our mansion. He took him into a guest room and layed him on the bed. We both stood by the bed in this cream colored, fancy room. A few minutes later, the stranger came to, sat up quickly, immediately got out of the bed, and dropped to his knees by our feet. He said, “I am Ulysses and I’m truly sorry. I realized that I need to control my jealousy and anger. You two fell in love, and I shouldn’t come in between and try to force it away. I can never repay you, so if you don’t mind, I insist to be your guard for this island.”
We both saw the sincerity of his apology, and allowed him to be our guard. When Soraya found out, she was thrilled to have this strong new guy her age live on the island.
The next day, Lance and I decided to start a record company in the island, and use some of the gorgeous areas as the set for a movie so it’s beauty can be shared with others. We also started planning to make a resort on one of the beaches. By my 19th birthday, July 2 in the morning, Lance surprised me by officially naming the island “Duct Tape” island. Obviously by that time, I had my voice returned to me, but I couldn’t speak. I was speechless, which is very much not me. A little while later in the day, we cut the ribbon and put an attractive sign up. The following day, people were flowing in the resort, the construction builders started building the record company, and a director I am friends with started filming for a movie. Additionally, my huge family and band decided to move on the island. It’s the beginning to Lance’s and my life spent on this luxurious island together. We were financially secure already from my career, but we are happy that people were enjoying the island with us. Sharing this place that no one knew about before, what used to be the unknown island.
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