06 Mar The Mafia: Chapter Fifteen

*This rough draft is entirely a work of fictional writing*

Avi is sitting on a couch inside of the library room of the house, working on some writing – as he typically does on Sundays. The candle chandelier illuminates the light, essence and vibe of the room – Mary walks into the room upbeat, “Avi! I knew that I would fine you in here.”

Avi speaks sweetly, “Hi Mary… come on in babe – I’m just letting some postulates percolate onto some parchment paper – you know me.” 

Mary gleefully walks over to where Avi is sitting and notices that he is wearing a hat that says ‘#HeNeverSang’ – she starts to laugh, “Please don’t tell me that Isabella made those hats for you boys.”

Avi grins, “Yes she did because Maria is running around telling people that D sang to her. He said that he never sang to her.”

Mary closes her eyes and tries not to laugh, “Who cares? What’s the big deal?”

Avi continues smiling, “ D cares. He said that he doesn’t appreciate the type of narrative that Maria is trying to paint, especially because it is false. He told me with the utmost affirmation that he never sang to her.”

Mary sighs, “You really can’t make up the type of drama that goes on in this house on any given day… could you?”

Avi motions Mary to take a seat next to him on the couch, “At least we keep it exciting…. exhilarating… explorative… expansive… expensive luxury.”

Mary sits down next to Avi and rests her head on his shoulder. Avi starts to read to her:

“Those that chase highs are trying to erase the lows, but you never know a high until you live through some sorrow lows. The exploration of balance is a mental voyage that few embark on, yet temptingly and wishfully seek. Those that attempt to dissect equilibrium are those that invest in self-awareness, wary of ideology that they have yet to ponder upon – escaping an idol mind and replacing that vacancy with conscious arousal. There is never a lust for knowledge; there must be a love for learning – not as a polite suggestion, but as a thirst that can never be quenched. For once you taste the power of an occupied mind, you quickly realize the burden is a precious gift – not a privilege. I would rather have my cup runneth over with perspective than to be a falsely privileged prisoner to negligent mental states. Whosoever diggeth the pit – shall bury in it – lay in it.”   

Mary’s cheeks are robustly blushed, “That was beautiful Avi… keep going. Reminds me of the days when we first started dating and you would read to me all of the time.”

Avi plays it cool, “Okay so why all of a sudden you sitting there trying to give me a handy?”

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Jay is inside the house’s newly built music studio, listening to some of the new tunes that the family’s entertainment company have been working on. Jane walks into the room and he pauses the music to say, “Hey hun.”

Jane squints her eyes at Jay, “Oh please. You boys need to stop wearing those stupid hats that Isabella made. We all know that D probably sang to Maria.”

Jay points to his hat, “He never sang. I’ve got to stand with my brother on this one.”

Jane animatedly rolls her eyes, “Anyways. I got the email that Lilly sent everyone with like ten demo songs from the entertainment company that we started. Wow. It is incredible music – I mean there’s great music out there, but this stuff is potent – feels like a drug. I spent like five or six hours listening to the songs over and over again… I honestly feel like I just spent the day at a theme park.”

Jay smiles, “I know right? My brother young D was right – the investment will pay off. We’re investing in an entirely new genre of organized sound.”

Jane sighs then smiles, “I hate having to admit that D was right. Who are the artists anyways?”

Jay attempts to shrug off the question, “Oh… you know. Just some people we found that are talented at music and stuff like that.”

Jane is not satisfied, “How come we never met them before? If we’re investing in people’s art we should meet the artists – don’t ya think?”

Jay attempts to change the subject, “They’ve just been busy… working on music non-stop – stuff like that.”

Jane raises her finger, “Jay. Every time you say ‘stuff like that’ I know that you are lying. Why are you being so divergent? You’re being way too dismissive, almost like you’re trying to hide that the artists are you, D and Avi.”

Jay closes his eyes, smiles real big but doesn’t say anything.

Jane starts to jump up and down, “Oh my god. It is you guys –isn’t it? My husbands are rockstars! I always knew that D could sing…”

Jay calmly responds, “Don’t get too excited over there – you’re dripping water all over the goddamn floor  – this is new cherry wood that they just put in here.”

Jane embarrassingly blushes, “Don’t be rude.”

Jay changes his tone of voice to be rather serious, “Listen Jane… you need to keep quiet about this as we don’t want anyone to know that it is us brothers. In due time heavy heads will bow.”

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*To Be Continued In Chapter Sixteen*