{"id":914,"date":"2020-04-22T09:30:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-22T15:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/?p=914"},"modified":"2020-05-20T00:03:44","modified_gmt":"2020-05-20T06:03:44","slug":"a-change-in-the-winds-part-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/es\/2020\/04\/22\/a-change-in-the-winds-part-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A Change in the Winds: Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Check out this music fiction Audiobook on my YouTube channel! If you like this short story, please give it a thumbs up and hit subscribe! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SPy9B8NWHrk\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p>If you prefer to read the story and need Part 1, <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/2020\/03\/25\/a-change-in-the-winds-preview\/\" target=\"_blank\">click here to subscribe<\/a>. If you&#8217;re already subscribed, <a rel=\"noreferrer noopener\" href=\"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/free-ebook\/\" target=\"_blank\">click here<\/a>. Password: getebook<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Part 2<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The following night, Francesca slipped into a blue dress and matching heels. How had she allowed that smooth-talking bass player to convince her to go on a date with him the night before their big concert? What a schmoozer. If only the butterflies in her stomach would settle down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She peeked at herself in the mirror and ran a hand through her hair to smooth it. Why did she care what this guy, Brandon, thought anyway?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A knock sounded at the door. She pulled it open. Brandon leaned against the wall, a bouquet of lilies in hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A grin spread across his face as he handed them to her. \u201cFor you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She held the flowers to her nose and inhaled the glorious fragrance. How had he known lilies were her favorite flower? Maybe Carl had told him. They appeared quite chummy at rehearsal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Brandon looped his thumbs into his khaki pockets. \u201cWhere do you wanna go for dinner? I hear the new Italian place is good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAntonio\u2019s? Yes, it\u2019s fabulous. I ought to know, since I\u2019m Italian.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He chuckled. \u201cI figured, based on your name. I love Italian food.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cMaybe I could whip something up for you sometime.\u201d The words were out before she could stop them. She\u2019d assumed that they\u2019d make it to a second date. What if tonight was a fiasco?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"188\" height=\"300\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/Change_in_The_Winds_Book_Cover-188x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-814\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/Change_in_The_Winds_Book_Cover-188x300.jpg 188w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/Change_in_The_Winds_Book_Cover.jpg 563w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 188px) 100vw, 188px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sure you\u2019re a great cook. And I\u2019d be happy to help. I make killer garlic bread out of a box.\u201d He winked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cAll right. I\u2019ll put you on garlic bread duty.\u201d Maybe this wouldn\u2019t turn out too bad, after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At dinner, they split an order of Italian salad, spaghetti, and manicotti, Francesca\u2019s favorite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She gestured at the tube-shaped pasta on the plate, one drenched in marinara, the other in a creamy Alfredo sauce. \u201cI used to make these all the time with my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Brandon cut off a piece and forked it into his mouth. \u201cReally good. I bet you had fun cooking with your Mom. Mine was always too busy to bother teaching me how to cook\u2014thought it was a waste of time.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Francesca scooped a bite of pasta into her mouth. The creamy goodness filled her from the inside out with food and fond memories. \u201cWhy did she consider cooking a waste of time?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He shrugged. \u201cI dunno. Didn\u2019t like the extra mess, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Without thinking, she reached across the table and placed her hand on his. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t think it a waste of time. I\u2019d teach you to cook any day.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A shiver tingled up her arm as he laced his fingers in hers. \u201cI\u2019m glad to know that someone cares about my culinary advancement.\u201d His eyes twinkled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>###<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The next day, Brandon straightened the bow tie on his tux between movements of the Dvorak Symphony. Francesca\u2019s big moment was coming up. He hoped she\u2019d nail it. Guilt pricked his conscience. He\u2019d kept her out too late the previous night. Not on purpose, but they\u2019d had so much to talk about that he\u2019d lost track of the time. He should have known better than to keep the star flute player out the night before their concert.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His eyes darted in her direction. Wow. She looked dazzling in that little black dress. Maybe she\u2019d wear it on their next date\u2026 if she agreed to one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Seconds later, the sound of the flute filled the concert hall. Her puckered mouth kissed the metal as her fingers flew over the instrument. What he wouldn\u2019t give to kiss her right now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The audience erupted with applause at the end of the Symphony. The conductor gestured at Francesca to encourage her to stand. She flashed a smile at the audience, then glanced his way. His heartbeat quickened. Maybe she was thinking about him, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Several minutes later, as he tucked his bass safely inside its gargantuan case, a small hand pressed against his shoulder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFrancesca.\u201d His breath caught in his throat. \u201cYou were wonderful. I was worried\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She popped a piece of a delicious pastry into his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The chocolate melted on his tongue. \u201cThis is amazing. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cA cannoli.\u201d She pressed a box filled with the tiny desserts into his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He smiled. \u201cThanks. They look like miniature flutes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignleft size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"234\" height=\"300\" src=\"http:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/ashley_brittany_tgiving_2016-13_31462856106_o-e1587442624339-234x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-503\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/ashley_brittany_tgiving_2016-13_31462856106_o-e1587442624339-234x300.jpg 234w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/01\/ashley_brittany_tgiving_2016-13_31462856106_o-e1587442624339.jpg 468w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 234px) 100vw, 234px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cI think that\u2019s why I love them so much.\u201d She pulled one out and held it to her lips like her instrument\u2014those gorgeous pink lips. \u201cDo you want to learn how to make them?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His mouth went dry. He cleared his throat. \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She beamed. \u201cGood. It\u2019s a date.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Yes, a second date. <\/em>In spite of the reprimand he\u2019d received from the conductor, he was grateful for this change in the winds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Brandon and Francesca are back! 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