diamond mine | accepting | @petrasplaining
07:30 AM. the only thing mohini is currently proud of is the fact that she’s interning at the hotel now, as per her parents’ wishes. and that she has not completely blown it. yet, the siren like call of music still persists, it still calls out to her, dark doe eyes watching as performer after performer receives a standing ovation from the guests. you should be proud, petra says.
08:00 AM. she misses her band. she misses charles delgado, the drumgod extraordinaire. she misses stella yamada, the band’s lead guitarist. she misses their exceptional front woman, olivia white, and their best rapper - known as a lover instead of a fighter - wendell ‘wen’ gifford. she misses the jam sessions, the writing sessions; she misses making music.
08:30 AM. mohini loves the hotel. she loves to help people out and she likes doing the tasks that petra set for her; it reminds her of the time she spent volunteering at the hospital her mom works at. it reminds her of the time spent in her dad’s grocery store. she loves the hotel and she loves the people that work there - they have become a second family to her - but she loves music even more.
09:00 AM. you should be proud, petra says. i am, mohini replies, a little too hastily and petra is nothing but observant. petra is a business woman but she is also a mother and a mother knows, or so mohini’s been told.
and so the day continues, with tasks and constumers complaining to and complimenting everyone in equal meassure, minutes turning to hours and finally, finally, it’s time to go home.
18:30 PM. “do you want to sing?” asks petra once mohini turns around. she’s finally done for the day and is about to head home when petra stops her, asks her to sit and so she does. blue eyes meet brown ones and petra repeats her question: “do you truly want to sing?” mohini doesn’t trust her voice right now but she nods anyway, tries to whisper ‘i do’ but fails. petra knows how to read in between the lines, knows what her face is trying to convey and nods. “go home and get some rest. we’ll figure it out tomorrow.” a nod. “i’ve heard you sing.”
you’re good at it, says her boss and mohini is sure that her compliment will warm her from her head to her toes all the way home and then some; her cheeks are warm and she smiles genuinely for the first time today.
slowly, mohini stands up, wishes petra a good night and just as she reaches the door, petra says one last thing, a smile making her perfectly glossed lips curl up: “you should be proud.”
