The refurbished New York apartment was smaller than his New England bedroom back home. It was perfection in miniature, everything a single person could need without walking more than a pace in any direction. On the plus side he could afford the rent without working two jobs and that gave him more free time for the all important auditions.
The loft apartment was a refurbished textile house with windows that let in every ounce of sunlight. It could be no brighter sitting in the middle of the room than outside, yet of course the drone of the London traffic was dulled. The kitchen had enough appliances to cater for a small army and everything glistened. The colour scheme was autumnal, the reddish-brown of the wooden floor echoed in the brick walls. Every window was the original, mullioned panes that were thicker at the base than the top; though quite invisibly they were doubled up with new glass on the inside to preserve the heat in winter.
The refurbished dwellings gave Autumn a sense of unease. She'd grown up just a stone's throw from where the once near derelict structures had lain abandoned for as long as she could recall. Over lunch that day she'd talked non-stop to Gregor, fussing over the age of the beams that gave them structural integrity. He'd simply smiled that easy smile of his as she pushed the food around her plate. "Autumn, you worry too much. They've been passed by the city engineers, their fixtures are every bit as glamorous as the new builds further out and they have that allure of being closer to the city core. Just sell them, baby, sell them. Easy money. Now, are we having dessert today?"
Our movies are elevated just by being in this simple theatre. No script writer could hope for better than to have their art on our silver screen. Though the chairs appear old they are bespoke, designed to reflect the style of classic cinemas. The curtain that falls in generous pleats of thickest red velvet with deep burgundy tassells lends grandeur to the occasion. Only a few years back it was tatty with an ever-present odour of stale popcorn. The refurbishment was kind, tasteful, elegant. Crackling sound is a thing of the past, movie star voices call to us in surround sound with faces magnified in high definition. Snow and rain may fall to us as we hold out our dry hands, and smile under our 3-D glasses. Truthfully, they are only partly stories, they are experiences, rides of adrenaline and release.
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