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The Roommates – Fast Forward to 2019: Chapter 18
James was pacing in his office. The Porter Gallery was due to debut a featured showcase in 9 days and he couldn’t find either one of the gallery’s owners. The fact that the final pieces hadn’t been selected gave him heartburn. And while Sidney was sometimes artsy and fanciful, she was usually pretty even keeled. Bette was always in command, thinking three steps ahead. But lately she had been preoccupied, distant. He would never in a million years have imagined that his bosses would be MIA so close to the opening of a show.
One of the younger artists had stopped by that morning; a sculptor with a series of 3 hanging pieces in a collection titled “Emotions”. The collection included the sculptures “Fear”, “Disgust”, and “Anger”. Each one was a sound sculpture, capable of producing a single tone. When viewed separately, each piece looked like a tin metal windchime. But when viewed together, the collection resembled the face of a person in agony. And the unified sound was reminiscent of a moan.
The setup for the collection required wind flow and the right amount of space and lighting to pull off the desired effect. The artist had wanted to fine tune his creation, but the installation hadn’t yet been finalized. The young man had been visibly distressed and anxious, but James had done his best to quiet his concerns. It had taken over an hour to do just that.
And now James was pacing, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck and he talked to himself, trying to figure out his next move. In all his years working with Bette, she had never just disappeared and not shown up for work.
At last, he murmured, “fuck it”, to himself and grabbed his keys. When he got to Bette and Sidney’s place he jogged up the front steps and rang the doorbell three times. He waited a moment before a woman he didn’t know opened the door and gave him an uneasy smile.
“James, right?” she asked.
His brow furrowed. “Yeah, I’m James.”
The woman extended her hand and shook his firmly. She smiled more warmly. “Hi, I’m Chris. I’m a friend of Bette’s.”