{"id":5526,"date":"2022-05-23T12:11:00","date_gmt":"2022-05-23T18:11:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/?page_id=5526"},"modified":"2022-05-23T21:24:30","modified_gmt":"2022-05-24T03:24:30","slug":"a-change-in-tune-opening-part-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/fiction-fridays\/a-change-in-tune-opening-part-2\/","title":{"rendered":"A Change in Tune-Opening Part 2"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/player.blubrry.com\/id\/80272229#\" title=\"Blubrry Podcast Player\" scrolling=\"no\" width=\"100%\" height=\"138px\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"alignright size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"188\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/A-Change-in-Tune-Cover-Master-Final-Front-188x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3720\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/A-Change-in-Tune-Cover-Master-Final-Front-188x300.jpg 188w, https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/08\/A-Change-in-Tune-Cover-Master-Final-Front.jpg 563w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 188px) 100vw, 188px\" \/><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><strong>Chapter 2<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry Chang maneuvered his bulky cello case through the caf\u00e9 door and propped it open for the Pearson girls to enter. He couldn\u2019t leave it in the car or the wood might crack from the heat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A delicious aroma of roasted coffee and rich chocolate filled his nose. Man, he loved this place. Cozy and eccentric, its gourmet food appealed to French-pastry-loving patrons by day, and its vintage style and live music attracted students by night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;A tall, wavy-haired guy sang while he strummed a guitar on the wooden stage. His baritone and animated facial expressions commanded the attention of several giggling girls. Of course. They always fell for guitarists. Why couldn\u2019t someone notice the cellists every once in a while? At least the guy\u2019s voice was natural, sincere, and, to Jerry\u2019s relief, in tune.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He scoured the caf\u00e9 for an open table. A young couple with their arms wrapped around each other had already commandeered the lumpy brown couch, and the patio table housed two girls with noses buried deep in biology textbooks. Probably what he should be studying right now. Ugh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A wooden sign on the wall read, \u201cLife\u2019s too short to sleep. Drink more coffee.\u201d The barista, Victoria and Adrienne\u2019s sixteen-year-old middle sister Marie, flashed a smile. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her bright blue eyes sparkled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI\u2019ll take a latte and an \u00e9clair.\u201d Adrienne pointed at the cream-filled pastry. \u201cJerry, do you want anything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cJust plain coffee and a ham and Brie sandwich.\u201d Too much chocolate caramel mocha-whatever-it-was-called was sugar overkill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The hair on his arm prickled when Victoria brushed against him as she stepped up to the counter. A little too close for his own good.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Marie wiped her hands on her jeans and reached for the jar stuffed with tea bags. \u201cRaspberry peach tea?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYou know me too well.\u201d Victoria grinned. \u201cI\u2019ll take a macaroon, too.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne lifted her chin. \u201cIt\u2019s a <em>macaron, <\/em>not a <em>macaroon<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" type=\"text\/html\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups\" allowfullscreen=\"\" style=\"max-width:100%\" src=\"https:\/\/read.amazon.com\/kp\/card?asin=B095PW52BH&amp;preview=inline&amp;linkCode=kpe&amp;ref_=cm_sw_r_kb_dp_BGRYBHHGKP2C89HK6SBB&amp;tag=rcdc0a-20\" width=\"336\" height=\"550\" frameborder=\"0\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria rubbed her forehead. \u201cJust because you speak French doesn\u2019t mean we all want a lesson. Marie knew what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Those two girls. If only they\u2019d lay off each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWhat flavor?\u201d Marie pointed to the multicolored pastries. Smart way to dissolve an argument\u2014with food. \u201cThe caramel apple is to die for.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cPerfect.\u201d Victoria said. \u201cAnd a chocolate mint truffle to go.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry dipped his head in the direction of an orange couch in the corner. \u201cLet\u2019s grab that seat before it\u2019s taken.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cGreat.\u201d When Victoria sat next to him, her intoxicating scent of roses and vanilla filled the air. His face grew warm. The caf\u00e9 certainly was crowded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Her chestnut eyes bore into his. \u201cI wanted to ask you something. As we were leaving the concert hall\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Concentrate on her face, you idiot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI saw your mom crying in the dressing room. Any idea what was wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Not another story about Mom. Why\u2019d Victoria always bring her up in conversation? Didn\u2019t they have better things to talk about?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He sighed. \u201cIt was probably about the song. She\u2019s nostalgic about that piece, is all. Tchaikovsky can really take it out of you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Wrinkles creased her forehead. \u201c I don\u2019t think that was it. She held something in her hand, maybe an old picture.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-wp-embed is-provider-rescot-creative wp-block-embed-rescot-creative\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"9yJdNpTcRN\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/a-change-in-tune\/a-change-in-tune-cast-of-characters\/\">A Change in Tune: Cast of Characters<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; visibility: hidden;\" title=\"&#8220;A Change in Tune: Cast of Characters&#8221; &#8212; Rescot Creative\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/a-change-in-tune\/a-change-in-tune-cast-of-characters\/embed\/#?secret=81nS8j0Qyh#?secret=9yJdNpTcRN\" data-secret=\"9yJdNpTcRN\" width=\"525\" height=\"296\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cHmmm.\u201d A lump formed in the back of his throat. He could take a wild guess who it was, but he didn\u2019t feel like going into all that tonight. \u201cNot sure. But on a different note, I heard Mr. Vatchev has a big announcement for tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She raised her eyebrows. \u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Mr. Vatchev, the conductor of the Belton Symphony, also taught Jerry\u2019s favorite class, History of Symphonic Literature. Any announcement from him always piqued his interest.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d But he let slip during cello sectionals that something was up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cDo you think it has anything to do with the Fall Concert?\u201d Victoria\u2019s pretty eyes sparkled with anticipation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry met her gaze and grinned. \u201cI guess we\u2019ll find out tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cScoot over a bit, Victoria, will you?\u201d Adrienne squished between them and plopped her case in front. She craned her neck. \u201cI wanted a spot closer to the musician.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria grabbed her arm. \u201cCan you sit with us for a second? We need to decide what our string quartet should play at church Sunday.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Of course she did. Only a year-and-a-half younger than Victoria, Adrienne knew how to catch a guy\u2019s attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYou\u2019re not the only one.\u201d Victoria nodded at the group of girls who huddled around the stage.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry peeled off his tux jacket and loosened his bow tie. It wasn\u2019t too bad, sitting on a couch with two girls. Except they were checking out another guy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Marie arrived with a wooden tray full of steaming liquid and handed each of them their drinks.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">After a quick glance at her fellow barista who was assisting the next customer, Marie took a seat on Adrienne\u2019s case. \u201cMake it quick. I\u2019m on the clock.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cCareful with that!\u201d Adrienne jerked the viola out from under her, and Marie tumbled to the floor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry couldn\u2019t resist a smirk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWatch it,\u201d Marie exclaimed as she popped to her feet. \u201cWhere am I supposed to sit?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne clutched her instrument. \u201cNot on my case. You\u2019ll break it. Don\u2019t you know how expensive this is?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYeah, firewood isn\u2019t cheap these days.\u201d Victoria sneered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne scowled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSo, Victoria, what songs did you have in mind?\u201d Marie asked as she stole a sip of Victoria\u2019s tea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI was thinking of Handel\u2019s <em>Water Music<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Marie shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t have time to learn something new.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI guess we could just play Pachelbel\u2019s \u2018Canon in D.\u2019\u201d Victoria took a bite of the macaron, then handed it to Jerry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">As he popped a piece into his mouth, a delicious blend of apple and caramel danced on his tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne crossed her legs. \u201cToo clich\u00e9.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria turned to Marie and Jerry. \u201cWhat do you think?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Marie took several more sips of tea. \u201cI don\u2019t mind playing second fiddle, since we already know it. I\u2019ve got too much on my plate right now to practice a lot, anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWhat about you, Jerry?\u201d Victoria retrieved her half-empty drink from Marie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Not exactly the most interesting song for the cello. \u201cI mean, the bass lines are repetitive\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSee, Jerry agrees with me!\u201d Adrienne raised her cup in triumph.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry took a bite of his sandwich. How could he stay on Victoria\u2019s good side? \u201cI just prefer songs from the Romantic era.\u201d Of course, his preference had nothing to do with the modern definition of romance. But he\u2019d always held a soft spot for nineteenth-century music, an era of emotion and passion. More powerful than the formulaic music of the previous eras and a lot more interesting for the cello.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria straightened her shoulders. \u201cSince we only have tomorrow to prepare, I think we need to stick with the Pachelbel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne rolled her eyes. \u201cI can play it in my sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Marie swiped Adrienne\u2019s coffee. \u201cIt\u2019s fine with me.\u201d She took a sip, then set the cup back down. \u201cI\u2019d better get to work.\u201d She strode over to the counter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cGigi also wants us to play the hymn \u2018Chief of Sinners Though I Be.\u2019\u201d Victoria drained her cup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Gigi, the girls\u2019 maternal grandmother, had been their church organist for as long as Jerry could remember.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne groaned. \u201cWhy does she always pick songs about sin? Traditional hymns bore me to tears.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria clanked her teacup on the table. \u201cI can\u2019t change the lyrics, and I don\u2019t think they\u2019re depressing. We all have to confront the sin in our lives.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">&nbsp;\u201cUgh, you sound like Gigi.\u201d Adrienne wiped chocolate icing from her pristine nails.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry took a sip of coffee. Time to diffuse the situation. \u201cVictoria, why don\u2019t you write a new arrangement to spice it up? You\u2019re a great composer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She paused a moment. Her facial features softened. He\u2019d managed to chip away a fragment of her tough exterior. \u201cOkay, I\u2019ll give it a shot, if Gigi doesn\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne set down her \u00e9clair and looked straight at Victoria. \u201cDon\u2019t tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria winced. \u201cI hate secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne arched an eyebrow. \u201c<em>Really<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria\u2019s face turned as red as the macaron. What secrets was she hiding, anyway?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The music stopped, and Jerry turned his head in time to see the blond guitarist approaching their couch. His stomach muscles tightened. Here to steal the girls.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cI take it all y\u2019all are musicians?\u201d The guy pointed to their instruments, his voice thick with a Texan drawl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne flashed him a radiant smile. \u201cYes, we played a concert earlier tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">He grinned back, revealing beautiful white teeth. \u201cMy name\u2019s Matt. Do any of y\u2019all fiddle?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Victoria rolled her eyes. \u201cI play violin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Good. At least she didn\u2019t seem too enamored with the suave guitarist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Batting her long eyelashes, Adrienne placed her hand on Matt\u2019s arm. \u201cI can fiddle.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Matt\u2019s muscular biceps flexed as he stroked his stubbled chin. \u201cYou wanna join me for my next song?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cYou mean improvise?\u201d Adrienne\u2019s face fell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSure.\u201d He waved a large hand in the air. \u201cIt\u2019s easy. Just follow my lead.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Adrienne\u2019s eyes darted between the guitarist and her instrument, a look of uncertainty on her face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cWhat about you?\u201d Matt turned to Jerry. \u201cWhat do you play?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry jolted back, surprised the guy had taken any interest in him. He tapped his large case. \u201cCello.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cCan you knock out a decent bass line?\u201d Matt asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cSure.\u201d Jerry shrugged.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Matt clapped him on the back. \u201cThen why don\u2019t you join us, too?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cCouldn\u2019t hurt to try.\u201d Jerry peeled himself off the couch to follow the guitarist. Maybe he\u2019d score a couple extra cool points playing with the guy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The trio climbed onto the stage, instruments in hand. Matt\u2019s voice boomed into the microphone. \u201cLadies and gents, a couple of guests will join me for my next song. On the fiddle, we have\u2026\u201d He handed the mic to Adrienne.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She cleared her throat. \u201cAdrienne Pearson.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jerry winced. Viola, not fiddle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cAnd on bass\u2026\u201d He held the mic to Jerry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Cello, not bass. But he could play the part. Imitate the double bass players he\u2019d watched in jazz combos. He leaned forward. \u201cJerry Chang.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When Matt began to croon, Jerry plucked the strings of his cello with his forefinger. Maybe try a slap bass move. As he clapped his instrument in rhythm, the pulse of the music breathed new life into him, a sense of freedom. Although he\u2019d never played the tune before, it turned out easy to pick up. Basic harmonic progression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">His gaze moved to Victoria, who smiled and waved. Too bad she wanted to move to New York for graduate school next year. And he\u2019d be off to medical school wherever he could get in. His heart plummeted. Four more years of grueling education, not to mention residency after that. But Mom and Dad insisted it was the best path.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">\u201cMusic\u2019s not a good career for you,\u201d his mom had lectured. \u201cWe music professors get paid horribly. Be a radiologist like your father. You\u2019ll make good money.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">If that\u2019s what she believed, why had she insisted he practice three hours every day growing up,&nbsp; just to rip music away from him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Besides, he didn\u2019t mind living here in a Midwestern college town nearly as much as Mom did. She considered anything less than a sprawling metropolis beneath her dignity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">At the sudden key change, his mind returned to the music at hand. He glanced at Adrienne, who\u2019d barely played a note. After a few bars of complete silence on her part, she\u2019d resorted to an open D string drone. Not much of a fiddler. Her eyes were as wide as whole notes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">All of a sudden, a flurry of commotion caught his eye. Marie had bolted from her post as barista, dashed to Victoria, and grabbed the violin case. She pulled out her sister\u2019s violin, situated the shoulder pad, then climbed onstage next to him. Never knew what to expect from the Pearson sisters. This should be interesting.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-embed is-type-wp-embed is-provider-rescot-creative wp-block-embed-rescot-creative\"><div class=\"wp-block-embed__wrapper\">\n<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"I056jWhwA2\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/a-change-in-tune\/\">A Change in Tune<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; visibility: hidden;\" title=\"&#8220;A Change in Tune&#8221; &#8212; Rescot Creative\" src=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/a-change-in-tune\/embed\/#?secret=cUmTRTCNwT#?secret=I056jWhwA2\" data-secret=\"I056jWhwA2\" width=\"525\" height=\"296\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe>\n<\/div><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 2 Jerry Chang maneuvered his bulky cello case through the caf&eacute; door and propped it open for the Pearson girls to enter. He couldn&rsquo;t leave it in the car or the wood might crack from the heat. A delicious aroma of roasted coffee and rich chocolate filled his nose. Man, he loved this place. &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/fiction-fridays\/a-change-in-tune-opening-part-2\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Change in Tune-Opening Part 2&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":3720,"parent":5532,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-5526","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"translation":{"provider":"WPGlobus","version":"3.0.2","language":"fr","enabled_languages":["en","es","fr","de","it","br"],"languages":{"en":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":false},"es":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"fr":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"de":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"it":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false},"br":{"title":false,"content":false,"excerpt":false}}},"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5526","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5526"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5526\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5635,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5526\/revisions\/5635"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/5532"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/3720"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rescotcreative.com\/fr\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5526"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}