Blog #3 - The Elevator
After acting unnaturally sociable and sweet for an interminable 15 minutes, I finally got George to reveal to me what unit Pierre Leclerc lives in. I smashed the up button and faced our building’s two elevators, eagerly awaiting my arrival to the fourth floor. As the doors opened, I looked up into the face of Master Gooway. He was an older, wise man that I knew of but had never had a conversation with. I had already prepared myself to speak to one new person, Leclerc, but now I might have to speak to two. I repositioned the beanie on my head and offered him a nod as I entered. I began to tap my foot impatiently to the beat of the elevator music. I heard a small sigh from Master Gooway before the music suddenly cut off. I swiftly looked up at Master Gooway, shocked by the lack of the incessant music that has defined each one of my elevator experiences. Two seconds later, the elevator suddenly halted, our bodies being thrown into each other before we both ...