It Never Rains....

L.A.had never seemed so dark as on the day she couldn't get that bloody awful song out of her head. Unusually there was no smog to cloud everything over. The darkness almost seemed to come from within, but then again Lydia felt so many influences streaming in from the outside which would take hold of her just as that bloody awful song had done. "Take it, hold it keep it".... over and over in her head. She didn't know who sung it and was not in the slightest bit interested. She just wished it would go away. Her head was too full of everything that made no sence and that was at that moment not important. She was slowly making herself crazy with thoughts she felt she had no control over. For a while she tried to concentrate on one thought but realized it was pointless as so much garbage started to pour back in. And that bloody song over and over. She was driving down Yukka street on her way to work at Capitol Records where she was P.A. to one of the big wigs there. The pay was good though her boss was irritating and she felt that he asked more of her than was in her job description. After parking in the emloyees parking lot she stood staring at the office building with a feeling of great trepidation, the feeling that something of significance was going to happen.
Lydia got back into her car, got her mobile out, called in sick, then sped away from the impending doom. Even the strange heavy atmosphere couldn't dampen the great feeling of releif as she drove west on Sunset heading toward the coast for no particular reason. She had the radio on trying to drown out the terrible tune in her head but all to no avail. It went on and on and on. "Take it hold it..."... On and on. Lydia was menally paralized, her body going somewhere, her mind frozen. She decided to head for the lake.................

Judith, who was actually from the Bronx NYC, had been living in L.A. for two years and was still struggling to make it. When she had moved she was full of optimism and hope but after all the set backs she just seemed to feel awfully deflated these days. She had hoped to break into acting but this was a half baked idea as she had no talent and no potential. She hadn't thought it through at all. So she, as so many others, was waiting tables living from tips and just barely scraping by.
Today she had the lunchshift and left the house with too much time to spare. As she was driving, her usual deflated feeling was accentuated by the opressive weather and the awful music on the radio. It went; "take it, hold it, keep it", on and on.... Bloody awful! As soon as she got the chance she changed the station. She found jazz, she found rock and no end of pop music but it all did nothing to change the weight on her so she turned the radio off and just carried on driving, the sound of the traffic her only accompanyment. She had no idea why she had left so early but she knew she had to get out of the flat. The walls had been closing in on her. Driving was a relief but she din't know what from.

Marco was italian and had only been living in L.A. for six months. He was taking acting lessons but during the day he worked in a bar overlooking Echo lake not far from The Dodgers stadium.
There were not many people at the lake that day and business was slow so he was going through some lines for an audition he had in a couple of days.
He had worked in the bar for four months and had never thought to ask how to turn the heating on but now he wondered. It may have been because of the inactivity in the bar or maybe he was sickening for something but he started feeling colder and colder.
There were only two costomers in the bar at that time as he was reading the lines of his big love scene. His leading lady had just said, "If you take my heart, hold me close and keep it safe......" He glanced up from the page to check out his two clients. An old man with a bourbon was scribbling away sat in one of the dark booths. Marco had written the name Daniel on the bar tab but he didn't think the old man looked like a Daniel. His other guest had given the name Lydia and she was staring into her third beer just as she had done with the first two.....
Then Marco heard the door open and Judith walked in. She looked like she had seen a ghost. There was a very heavy silence as Marco, Lydia and the man in the booth stared at the unnerved Judith. And then shivering she said, "This is fucking L.A. man... This is so fucking unbelievable..... Look....Look!!!
They all looked out of the window and all were dumfounded. It was november and all was white.