On The Court

When Andy came back from her meeting, she said as soon as she sat it was great. She had lessons to make to be good. She would play a music for Nick. She really looked forward for it. I could see it in her eyes.

"And he was so generous. His wife too. They're very nice people. I hope you can meet them sometimes." she added.

"I hope so too!" I smiled.

"Let me tell you all they did. First, he landed me a guitar, until he said that it was now mine, then he gave me a partition and his wife's card to the gym, so I could shower." she said, really insisting on the word shower.

"All of this? You were right they're so generous. How kind and respectable is that." I smiled again.

I really was happy for Andy. I just wondered when would I get all those things. She really was lucky. I took my lunch and ate so hungrily and rapidly I barely had time to see what was in there. After lunch, it was always the same story, but every day getting hotter weather. There is almost no snow and soon I could start training. I couldn't wait.

***

When I woke up the next morning, I felt someone watching me. I clearly knew it was useless, but I couldn't help waving my hand like if a bug was around me. The feeling disappeared soon enough and Andy woke up. She was wondering who I waved at. I didn't want to answer. It was just eight o'clock. We usually get outside very later, but here we are, on the sidewalk. I was just thinking about tennis all morning. A month and two weeks. In my head it felt like we'd never get there. Andy tried to play the song for money and it mostly worked. We had a couple dollars more than usual. She had a very sweet singing and a soft playing. She told me that's what Nick told her in other words. I went taking coffee at our usual fast food and when I came back, Andy was listened by a couple of curious people who already loved her. They gave a coin or two and left, clapping. I got back to Andy's side. I gave her the coffee and we dram it calmly. Andy already had red fingers and little scratches on them.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Yes, of course. What is it?" she convinced me to ask.

"If the opportunity presents. Would you choose to be a solo singer and player or would you be part of a group like those you love?

"I honestly have no idea. I think I'd be solo, but it depends of how big and popular the group is. Why?" she answered.

"I don't know. I just want to know what you would do in a situation like this." I answered after Andy finished her coffee.

The old man didn't come today either and I wondered if he was going to come back. It had been a week since he had come for the last time.

"Hey, did you know that old man from a couple days ago?" I asked.

"No. Did you?" Andy answered calmly.

"I'm sure I knew him, but I can't replace where." I tell her.

"Yes, it's not the first time you say that about him." Andy answers.

"I know, but it bugs me so much!" I say with a little anger in my voice.

We keep on collecting money and Andy restarts singing, which really helps us. I just want to play tennis day and night now. It does that every winter. The days start passing faster and faster from that moment. That gets me happy, but I can't get my mind off the old man. I hope I'll see him again. I'd really love to know where do I know him from.