Timothée's Promise Chapter 30
Timothée's Promise
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Chapter 30
Kolby smiled, seated in a large waiting room, several other young people with families surrounding him.
Cal sat a couple of chairs across from Kolby, smiling at the young man, his eyes scanning everyone.
Another young man entered the room, an older woman at his side.
The older woman sat down two chairs aways from Kolby, the young man sitting down in the chair beside Kolby.
Kolby took in his handsome looks, the young man in his early twenties, long black hair tied up in a ponytail behind his head, his featured indigenous.
Kolby thought that strange, his obvious mother beside him was white.
Kolby smiled at him, the young man saying hello softly.
The woman glared at Kolby, patting the young man's hand.
"Don't talk to him, Eliot. He's the competition. He'll only distract you from your purpose. I'm going to see when we're starting." she said, the woman standing, glaring down at Kolby, heading towards the doorway, walking out of the room.
The young man looked at Kolby, the young man smiling back.
"Sorry about that. My mother can be domineering in her own way. She just wants what's best for me." he softly said, Kolby nodding.
"Parents, you have to love them. I'm Kolby Wentworth." he smiled, extending his hand, the young man smiling, shaking it gently.
"Hello. I'm Eliot Tanner. Nice to meet you. Sorry about her comments. She doesn't really realize it's not a competition, it's just me against my own skills. I have to focus on that. She just makes me so nervous at times." he softly said, Kolby smiling with kindness.
"Chin up. Maybe they won't let her watch." Kolby smiled, Eliot smiling.
"I wish! Nobody stops here when she's determined. I'm going to be so nervous." Eliot sighed, looking towards the doorway.
Kolby smiled, seeing the young man's hidden fear of his mother.
"Relax. I'll see what I can do to help." Kolby smiled, looking towards Cal, the young bodyguard smiling at him, his eyes focused on Eliot, Kolby waving him off with a wink.
The guard relaxed but keep his eyes focused on their surroundings.
"So, what's your talent?" Kolby asked, the young man smiling more.
"I'm a pianist. When I'm at a piano I get lost within my own self. It's my happiest place on earth. They believe I have promising talent. I just feel so free here. I'll be so happy if they accept me. I need to be free." he smiled widely, Kolby seeing his love of music shining in his dark brown eyes.
The young man smiled at Kolby, he smiling back.
"What are you here for? Not another pianist?" he said, looking unsure of himself.
Kolby smiled, patting his shoulder, the young man smiling more.
"I'm a singer. They say I have promise too." Kolby smiled, the young man relaxing, seeing no threat in the handsome young man beside him.
"I'm sure you're very talented. I'd like to see you perform."
"I'd love to hear your music also. I'm sure you're very talented." he said, the two young men finding an easy friendship between each other.
Eliot's mother walked into the room a few minutes later, the two young men chatting and laughing together.
Her eyebrows darkened, Cal looking at the woman.
"I told you not to talk to the riff raff, Eliot!" she said, the young man lowering his eyes, she sitting down beside him.
"He's...he's not riff raff, Mom. He's a nice young singer." he softly said, his mother glaring at him and then at Kolby.
"So, no talent then."
Kolby glared back at her, Cal about to intervene, Kolby brushing him off with a hand.
"The only talent here is your lack of respect for other people, Mrs. Tanner." Kolby said, the other musicians around them smiling and smirking.
Cal softly smirked, focusing on the woman.
She looked surprised by Kolby's words, then rose from her seat, grabbing her son's hand, pulling him up.
"We'll move over there, Eliot. It's nasty over here. We're not slumming with some deviant." she said, Eliot sighing at Kolby, the young man smiling at him, his mother pulling him to the far end of the waiting room, the two sitting down again.
The group sat quietly, Kolby's and Eliot's eyes meeting several times, Kolby giving the young man a thumbs up, the young man smiling, his mother glaring at Kolby.
A few minutes later James Hartwick walked into the waiting room, Eliot's mother smiling up at him, James bypassing her, walking up to Kolby, the young man rising from his seat, the older man's hand going to his shoulder, shaking his hand.
The woman's eyes glared, obviously mad at being ignored for this young man.
"So glad you came, Kolby. We won't be much longer. Where's Timothée?" the older man smiled, glancing around, Cal nodding at the older man.
"He had a meeting this morning. This is Cal, one of his bodyguards." Kolby said, James nodding.
"Yes, his mother called me this morning. Ugly business, that. Glad you're safe. Chin up, won't matter here today." he smiled, looking around the room.
"We'll be calling you all in shortly. Then we'll get things underway." he said, Kolby nodding.
"Could I ask a favor, James?" Kolby said, the older man looking intrigued, Kolby leaning in, quietly whispering to the man, the man nodding and smiling.
"Certainly, Kolby. We'll see you shortly." he smiled, the older man walking towards the doorway, everyone following his leaving form.
"We'll start shortly everyone." he smiled, leaving the room.
Kolby sat back down, his eyes meeting Cal's, the young bodyguard smiling at him.
His green pools moved on, meeting Eliot's dark brown pools, the young man softly smiling at him.
Kolby gave him another thumbs up, the young man smiling more.
Eliot's brown eyes took in the handsome young man's looks, his thoughts on his beautiful smile.
God, he's so beautiful.
I wish I could meet someone like him, someone to free me from my fears.
I'm so alone!
I need to get out of her reach!
I need to be free!
He sighed, not looking towards his mother, only focusing on the young man seated away from him.
He sensed the young man might be a lifeline.
A lifeline to his freedom.
A few minutes later a young woman walked into the room, telling everyone the judges were ready and to follow her.
Everyone rose from their seats, all the musicians and their families and friends following them.
They were led into a large auditorium, the young woman directing the musicians to the front chairs, all twelve of them sitting down.
Their families and friends stood behind them, the twelve looking at the stage in front of them, several musical instruments surrounding them, some having brought their own in with them, a large grand piano on the stage as well as a large harp.
A table with four chairs was on the right side of the stage, four people seated at the table.
Kolby saw one of them was James Hartwick, the other three looking distinguished, two women and another man.
Once everyone was seated, the young woman walked up onto the stage, smiling down at everyone, a cordless microphone now in her hand.
"Good morning, everyone. My name is Cynthia Meadows. I'm the administrative assistant to the school's director, Mr. James Hartwick, seated at the table up here on the far-right side." she said, James rising from his seat, bowing towards the interviewees.
"Let me introduce you to your panel of judges this morning. Beside Mr. Hartwick is Mrs. Arlene Champagne, she's the director of classical music."
The older woman beside James stood up, bowing, Kolby estimating she was in her late fifties.
"Next to Arlene is Mr. Thomas Vallencourt, director of music, specializing in piano and instrumental music." she said, a handsome man in his late thirties smiling out at everyone, waving and bowing gently, Eliot's worshipping eyes staring at him.
"And finally, next to Tom is our ballet and artistic dance director, Miss Vivian Cartwell." the young assistant smiled, the last lady rising to her feet, bowing gracefully, Kolby sensing she was in her late forties, but graceful and dignified.
The young assistant turned back to the assembled attendees, smiling down at them.
"We'll be calling each of you up onto the stage to audition for a place in this year's semester beginning in late January. Of the twelve of you invited here today we unfortunately will only be selecting five students. We only have openings for five students this semester, twenty already having been selected or moving on from last year. I'll now give you Mr. Hartwick for some opening words of encouragement. Good luck to all of you. I sense five outstanding individuals are seated before me." she smiled, walking over to the table, handing James the microphone, the man smiling and standing up, walking into the center of the stage.
"Good morning, everyone. It's a joy to see so many young faces of talent and resolve seated before me. You have all been invited here today to perhaps walk upon the road to the next adventure in your lives. The path to musical success and maybe even more. This school is renowned for being one of the top artistic schools in the country and perhaps the world. Many of our graduates have gone on to successful careers in the music, dance and the theatrical arts sectors. We welcome all of you here today. And we see behind you all your families, friends and acquaintances here to encourage you going forward." James smiled; his eyes meeting Kolby's green below him.
"From this moment onward, unfortunately, we require everyone who is not an interviewing protégé to kindly leave the room. We want only these twelve individuals to remain to audition." he said, one person on their feet immediately.
Eliot looked up his mother, the woman glaring at James Hartwick.
"I'm staying! My son needs my encouragement!" she yelled, glaring up at the director.
"There is no deviation from the school's rules, Madame. We're here to hear these talented individuals, not their surrounding acquaintances. Everyone else will remain in the waiting room outside, please." James said, staring down at the woman with determination.
Eliot's brown pools met Kolby's green, the young man giving him a thumbs up discreetly.
"I'm staying!" she said, folding her arms across her chest, Cal staring at her, standing behind Kolby, ready to intervene if she got dramatic.
"Either you leave, madame, or your son will not perform here today." James said, Eliot rising to his feet, having heard that, his hand going to his mother's shoulder.
"Please, Mother. It's best if you leave. Now!" he said, a certain determination now in his voice, she staring at her son.
"You need me, Eliot. You're lost without me!" she said, Eliot staring at her.
"No, Mother. I need to do this myself. This is my chance at maybe some form of happiness in my life. I'm not letting you ruin it for me!" Eliot said, she looked shocked by his sudden, showing courage.
The woman huffed, grabbing her purse off her chair, glaring up at James, then glaring at her son standing quietly beside her.
"See how far you go without me! I'll be in the other room waiting for your crying mess when you fail." she said, turning and walking briskly out of the auditorium, the other families and friends slowly following her, some showing anger and disgust at her.
Cal gave Kolby a thumbs up, the young man smiling, knowing the bodyguard would be watching the woman closely.
Cal smiled, walking out of the room last, nodding towards James, the guard closing the auditorium doors behind him.
James smiled down at the remaining twelve.
"Please disregard that demanding woman's comments. Let's begin, shall we?" he smiled, walking back to the table, sitting down again, Cynthia walking back to the stage's center, smiling down at the twelve, a clipboard now in her hand.
"We'll start with Deidra Solomon." she smiled, a young black woman rising from her seat, walking up the stairs and onto the stage, talking to the judges, then Cynthia directing her to a large harp situated beside the piano.
Eliot looked at Kolby seated beside him, their eyes meeting.
"Did you instigate that?" Eliot softly said, Kolby smiling and patting his shoulder.
"Relax, my new friend. The stage will be yours alone. Think on that happiness, Eliot." Kolby said, the young man smiling at him.
"I'm just Eli, Kolby." he smiled, shaking the young man's hand, Kolby smiling back at him, seeing the young man was more relaxed now.
"And I'm just Kobe, Eli. Let's both wow them!" he smiled, the two relaxing, listening to soft harp music fill the room.
Eliot smiled, his brown eyes glancing at Kolby often.
Two hours later Eliot was called upon the stage, Kolby smiling at him, he and Eliot the last two to perform on the stage, the two having sat through the other ten auditions.
Everyone had remained in the auditorium, each giving the others their attention and respect.
Several acts had wowed both of them, a lot of talent shining before them.
Three had been dancers, another young woman a contemporary singer, she shone with joy in her voice.
One young Chinese youth had been an opera singer, Kolby sensing some nerves in his voice, his tempo going off key once.
He applauded the young man though, the man bowing and returning to his seat.
Two other young men had been violinists, both sounding remarkable, different versions of music.
The last two had been a cellist and a ballet dancer, both performing masterfully.
"And next we have Eliot Tanner." Cynthia smiled, Eliot walking onto the stage, standing before the table as the other protégés had.
"Hello, you're Eliot Tanner. From Lost Springs, Wyoming. You're far from home, young man. You're a pianist. Classical or contemporary?" Thomas Vallencourt smiled, looking at the handsome young man, taking in his indigenous looks, the young man softly blushing.
"Classical, sir." Eliot softly said, Thomas smiling at him.
"The piano's all yours, Eliot. Regale us with your talent." James smiled, the young man nodding, walking over to the grand piano, sitting down behind it.
He ran his hands over the keys, awed by its beauty.
He looked out into the auditorium, his eyes connecting with Kolby's green pools.
The young man gave him a thumbs up and a smile, Eliot taking a deep breath, beginning to play the grand piano.
Everyone watched in quiet silence, awed by the beautiful music coming from his fingers, the young man lost in his own world, the music coming from his soul.
Kolby smiled, hearing the beautiful notes echoing in the room, everyone lost in the young man's talent.
For ten minutes he played, the room silent but for his music.
He ended his recital, looking around the room, everyone applauding, all four judges on their feet, the young man blushing, rising to his feet, bowing and returning to his seat, the four judges smiling and returning to their seats, talking amongst themselves.
Eliot sat down beside Kolby, the young man's arms going around him, hugging him tightly.
"You were amazing! You're a shoo-in!" Kolby smiled, Eliot beaming, blushing a bit as well, having smelled Kolby scent in his arms, the young man feeling stirrings in his soul.
Cynthia smiled down at the two young men, directing her attention to the clipboard in her hand.
"And our last protégé is Kolby Wentworth." she smiled, Kolby smiling and rising from his seat, walking up onto the stage, standing in front of the table, the four judges smiling at him.
"Hello, Kolby Wentworth. A talented musician from England. What is your background?" Arlene Champagne asked, looking at the handsome young man.
"I only sang in my local church choir, Madame." Kolby softly said, his voice confusing the judges, James smiling.
"Your voice is awfully soft for a singer, Kolby." Vivian Cartwell said, Kolby smiling at her.
"My tenor voice rises when I sing. Like a phoenix rising out of the ashes. Ironically my throat was in fact burned as a youth by bleach, my normal voice forever changed." he softly said, the three besides James nodding thoughtfully.
"Well, try your best. That's all one can do." Mrs. Champagne said, Kolby smiling at her.
The young man took the microphone from Cynthia, the young woman smiling at him, Kolby walking into the center of the stage, the eleven seated before him smiling up at him, Kolby's eyes meeting Eliot's, the young man smiling at him with two thumbs raised.
Kolby smiled, looking at the judges.
"This is my version of Nessun Dorma from Puccini's opera Turandot." Kolby smiled, cuing Cynthia, she hitting a stereo's button, Kolby having handed her the background music on a CD disc.
Mrs. Champagne folded her arms, sensing the young man had bitten off more than he could chew.
She'd heard several versions of the aria before, the aria too difficult for his soft voice.
The stage filled with classical music, Kolby focusing within himself.
What happened next stunned all four judges.
Mrs. Champagne grabbed James' arm, her nails sinking into his arm, the woman lost in the louder voice resonating around the room.
Kolby sang the Italian version, his rich voice echoing off the walls, all four judges lost in its simplistic beauty and deep baritone threads.
All of the other eleven protégés were lost in the voice, seeing before them an amazing singer.
Kolby sang several verses of the aria, his voice sinking into everyone's hearts.
He softly ended the aria, his green pools looking towards the judges' table, Cynthia shutting the music off.
He bowed gently, Mrs. Champagne rising from her seat, walking around the table, walking up to him, the young man quietly staring at her.
Everyone in the auditorium was applauding loudly now, the other three judges on their feet.
The older woman stared at him, he seeing her cheeks wet with tears, she'd been shedding tears throughout his performance.
"I have listened to all the masters, Kolby. From Caruso to Pavarotti, Caras and Domingo. I have never heard a more deeply moving rendition of that aria. You were beyond amazing. What can I--a simple director of music--ever teach you?" she softly said, the woman actually starting to cry, Kolby blushing.
"I'll take any words of criticism and judgment always. I'm sure you could teach me so much, Mrs. Champagne." he smiled, the woman smiling at him, wiping her cheeks.
"It would be my honor." she said, Kolby smiling, nodding and walking off the stage, returning to his seat, everyone looking at him.
The woman returned to her colleagues, Cynthia smiling out at the twelve.
"The judges are going to deliberate for a few minutes. We'll let you know their decisions shortly." she smiled, the twelve relaxing, talking amongst themselves excitedly.
The moment Kolby had sat down, Eliot had hugged him tightly, the young man smiling, patting his back.
"That was beyond amazing, Kobe! You were fantastic! Your voice is unbelievable!" he smiled, Kolby smiling back.
"You were even more amazing, Eli. We both shone within our happiness." Kolby said, the other young man nodding, looking towards the judges.
Kolby's arm went around the young man, Eli smiling at him again.
"No matter what happens here today, Eli, you have made a friend in me. I think we're both going to do some amazing things." Kolby smiled, the young man beaming.
"I've never met anyone like you, Kobe. No one has ever treated me so nice like this. Everyone's shunned me." he softly said, Kolby smiling, rubbing his back.
"I'd never do that. I'm not going anywhere. I sense the goodness and life within you, Eli. It will get better soon." he said, Eli nodding, not sure what Kolby was meaning.
"I'm heading for a late lunch with friends after this. Would you like to join us?" Kolby smiled, the young man blushing.
"My mother wouldn't allow that, Kobe. Thanks for offering though." he said softly, Kolby smiling at him, sensing the young man longed to go with him.
"You're over twenty, I assume, Eli."
"I'm...I'm twenty next month." he softly said, Kolby nodding.
"Then you're an adult. I think it's time you made your own choices." Kolby smiled, Eli softly smiling.
"My courage is building, thanks to you. If they pick me, I'm staying here in New York. I don't know how I'll do it, but I'm not going back to that redneck town I was forced to live in. I've had enough of the pain." he softly said, Kolby smiling at him with compassion.
"I've got your back, Eli. And I have some awesome friends. One's out in the waiting room. He can manage your mother. But I think you can do that on your own." Kolby smiled, Eli smiling more.
"Here's hoping. Now just for the chance here." he smiled, Kolby smiling back at him, Eli moving his chair closer to Kolby's.
The young man smiled, the two lightly chatting.
Five minutes later Cynthia walked into the middle of the stage again, everyone quieting down, the four judges following her, two standing on each side of her.
"Our judges have made their recommendations. I'll call out the names of the future students at your new school in no particular order. I want to thank all of you for auditioning. Let's get started." she smiled, looking down at the twelve, all showing looks of hope, Kolby's green eyes watching Eli's hopeful face.
"The first student is Amanda Singleton. Please step up here, Amanda. Congratulations!" she smiled, a young woman beaming, rushing up on the stage, the four judges shaking her hand, she a talented ballet dancer, everyone clapping for her happiness.
"The next new protégé is Eliot Tanner. Congratulations!" Cynthia smiled, Eliot shocked, remaining motionless, Kolby on his feet clapping and cheering, pulling the young man to his feet, pushing him forward.
Eliot walked up the stairs onto the stage, shock still on his face, the four judges and Cynthia shaking his hand, the young man standing beside Amanda, she hugging him.
"Next up, we have Maurice Chambers. Congratulations!" Cynthia smiled, the other young contemporary singer jumping onto the stage, everyone clapping.
The three young students hugged each other, smiling down at the others.
"Fourth and no less deserving, please come on stage, Blanche Auberge. Congratulations!" Cynthia smiled, everyone clapping, the dancer walking up on stage, joining the other three.
Eliot looked down at Kolby, the young man smiling up at him.
"And our final selection for this year's enrollment is Kolby Wentworth. Congratulations!" Cynthia smiled widely, the young man looking surprised, slowly walking up onto the stage, the four judges and Cynthia shaking his hand, the other four students hugging him with happiness, Eliot's hug the last and the tightest, Kolby smiling at him.
"We made it, Kobe!" he smiled widely, breaking the hug, Kolby smiling at him.
"Indeed, my friend. This is awesome!" Kolby smiled, James smiling at the two young men, the director moving forward, Cynthia handing him the microphone.
"I want to thank the rest of you talented individuals for auditioning today. Please don't give up on your dreams. This is but a stepping stone on the path to your own happiness. Thank you all for coming." he smiled, the other protégés rising from their seats, walking out of the auditorium, some looking dejected.
The five remaining new students talked with the judges, all four welcoming them to the school, Cynthia handing all of them portfolios of welcoming information.
After a few minutes, the five walked off the stage, James Hartwick walking with Kolby and Eliot, the two young men smiling happily.
Both sensed a new world of happiness ahead of them.
The two young men and James Hartwick walked out of the auditorium, walking into the waiting room with the other new students, only their family and friends remaining.
Kolby saw Eliot's mother glaring at him, Cal standing near her.
She walked up to her son, Eliot smiling widely.
"I made it, Mother! They picked me!" Eli said, the woman staring at him with surprise, the young man showing total happiness.
"That's impossible! You're not that good! There must be some mistake. I've humored you in this far too long, but we can't continue with this folly. I've had a change of heart. You're going home with me immediately. I don't like the atmosphere in this school. It's too wild and ungodly. Too depraved!" she said, Eliot's smile fading.
"But Mother! This is my dream! There's so much promise here! They are awed by my talent. This is my once chance at happiness!" he softly said, tears showing in his youthful eyes, Kolby staring at the young man's mother.
"There are other schools with more talented instructors closer to home so I can keep an eye on you. These people are depraved." she said, James Hartwick's eyes narrowing.
"This is one of the most prestigious schools in the country, Madame. Our talent is well proven. Your son is an exceptional pianist. He's going to do some remarkable things with his life. With his acceptance here, he will also be awarded full scholarships. If money's an issue he'll be well looked after. We stand behind our students. We have many ways to pay for his tuition." the director smiled, the woman glaring at him.
"I've spoken! Get your things, Eliot. We're leaving!" she said with authority.
Eliot looked at Kolby, the young man staring at him with compassion and strength.
Eliot looked at his mother, the young man rising a bit in his stance.
"No, Mother." he said, the woman staring at him with shock.
"I'm almost twenty now. I finally realize that you now have no say in what I want to do with my life. I want to explore the possibilities with my music. I now realize I do have talent; this shows that. I want to learn what my music can give me. And I'll do that here. I'm staying, Mother!" he said, Kolby smiling at him, seeing his courage shining through.
The woman looked shocked for a moment, then her face hardened again.
"You're a depraved, spoiled child! I saved you from a life of hardship on that perverted Indian reserve where your mother spat you out, then died. I adopted you and gave you a life of godly devotion! And here now you speak like that against your mother?!"
Eliot's eyes hardened.
"You're not my mother! A mother is supposed to love her child! All you've ever done is hurt me, use me and beat me! I'm done with your meanness. I'm a man now!" Eli said, the woman moving, slapping him across the face, Eliot staring her down.
Cal moved, pulling the woman back, she struggling with him.
"Calm down, lady!" Cal said, she slowly stopping, seeing his strength and resolve.
She glared at her son again, shaking Cal off.
"You're depraved! I know about those books under your bed! You're a deprave sexual deviate!" she screamed, everyone around her staring at her with shock, Eliot wiping his tearing eyes.
"I'm gay, Mother! I'm your adopted son, and I'm gay! I'm tired of hiding that! I'm going to have a life away from your abusive hatred!" Eliot said, Kolby's hand going to his shoulder, Mrs. Tanner glaring at Kolby.
"Is this your new boyfriend? Did you two sin in a bathroom in there? That how it's going to be, is it?! He'll use you like you deserve. And you'll come crawling back to me on the farm! You'll have to beg me for that to happen! We're done! I hope you never achieve anything in life! You deserve nothing, you heathen redskin!" she spit at him, Cal pulling her back again.
"You need to leave, Madame. Either now or I'll carry you out!" the bodyguard said, the woman looking around at everyone, focusing on her adopted son again.
"You're a useless Indian, Eliot! A lousy no-good redskin! You'll come crawling back, guaranteed. Who'd want you as a friend?" she said, laughing and trying to degrade him as she often had.
"I would, and he already has my friendship." Kolby said, the other four students looking at her with distaste.
"We all will be." they voiced together, the woman backing up, sneering.
Eliot smiled at the five surrounding him, the woman moving, walking towards the doorway.
"Live in sin, Eliot! There's only one way to righteousness! And that's through me! I'm not done with you!" she said, the woman disappearing through the doorway.
Eliot lowered his eyes, Kolby's arm going around him.
"It's going to be okay, Eli. You have friends here." he said, the other four students agreeing, their parents and friends smiling at the young man with compassion.
"I never thought that I would be able to stand up like that to her. I just amazed myself. Oh God, what am I going to do?!" he said, James Hartwick walking up to him, his hand gently going on his shoulder.
"As I said, you don't need to worry about tuition or anything. We'll help you with anything you need. We stand behind our students. Especially the ones with difficult backgrounds and courage." he smiled, Kolby smiling at him.
"All my clothes are at my hotel. My mom's going to be there." he softly said, Kolby patting his back.
"We'll get you new clothes, and stuff. Right now, you're coming with me. Remember, I promised you lunch. Let's go, my friend." Kolby smiled,
"I knew down deep she wouldn't let me come here. I can't believe I stood up to her." he softly said again, Kolby hearing the wonder and nerves in the young man's voice.
"We should be going, Kobe. All three of us." Cal said, smiling at the young man beside Kolby.
"Who are you?" Eliot said, Cal smiling and shaking his hand.
"This is Cal. He's a good friend." Kolby smiled, the young man shaking James Hartwick's hand, the director smiling at him.
"I'll be in touch with all you new students in the next couple of days. Welcome to your new school!" he smiled, all the students and their families thanking the director, all holding their welcoming portfolios, everyone walking out of the room.
Kolby's arm went around the young man, James smiling at both.
"Eliot will be with me, James." Kolby said, James smiling and nodding, Cal following the two young men out of the room.
End of Chapter 30
A new young friend has been welcomed into Kolby's friendship.
The handsome, young Eliot Tanner.
Is Eliot's mother done with him?
What's in store for these new friendships?
You know the drill, keep reading.
Wow, thirty chapters!
This story is taking on its own life.
Hugs, Angel.
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