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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 752718" data-attributes="member: 9167"><a href="http://members.aol.com/Caitlyn Tran/caitlyn1.wma" target="_blank">Caitlyn’s Current Theme</a>Carnegie Hill TenementDecember 11, 2002Cold, so cold this time of year.Only a short while ago a flurry of goodbyes, congratulations for a day’s worth of hard work on the new songs filled her mind.  Now it was only the thought of the cold as Caitlyn Tran sped down the streets on her second-hand sleek black motorcycle, something her parents would never have approved of but had been her first major purchase in New York City.The hum of the engine rumbling beneath her added a strange harmony to the whistle of the wind and the loud noises of traffic remained the background, a disharmonious orchestra that still enthralled her never-the-less.  Everywhere music…everywhere an inspiration.As she drove up to her apartment building, the exclusive Carnegie Hill with its view of central park and the reservoir, Cate once again found herself amazed at her good fortune at snagging a rent-controlled apartment.  Squeezing the bike backwards in between two SUVs, she kicked down the stand and locked up for the night.  Her black leather boots thumped on the pavement, taking her to the doors where a doorman stood.Antiqued jeans hanging low on her slim hips, a long leather overcoat, dark red cashmere sweater cropped enough to show just a hint of midriff, plus the addition of a thin long scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, Caitlyn presented the perfect picture of affluent youth with the addition of her motorcycle helmet and black driving gloves.If they only knew…so many secrets in this town. Caitlyn crossed the threshold into the quiet lobby and then into the elevator.  As the machine heaved upwards, she found herself thinking back to the events of last week and the possibility of tonight.  Mr. Valentine had been true to his word and the payment absolutely extraordinary.  Keeping in touch with such a find as him became her top priority; not that Maria’s nagging didn’t help make it even more so.  Her hints that he might have something more than business in mind didn’t help matters either.Neither Carrick Ashton, Vychtorya Farychyld, or Morgan Thepclay had gotten back to her yet about playing at their clubs.  Maybe it was time to do a follow up to their inquiries.  It never hurt to keep options open, though she wondered what kind of music they played there.  Would the Kindred Knights fit?And tonight the Montagues.  Jemal had been absolutely adorable when he called her up to talk about the details, but Caitlyn recognized his type right away, rich playboy out to add another notch to a well-worn bedpost. I better be very wary of him lest I become notch number sixty-two.Hopefully the uncle would be in a better mood tonight.  A week and a half should have eased the friction between them right?  Speaking of which, what was the friction anyway?  And why had he been cross with Sabrina?  Jemal hadn’t explained that all too well, something about bad moods and such.  Right.The elevator door opened and immediately she caught sight of Max, though oddly enough he was doing a little whirly dance by the front of his door.  Sometimes her neighbor could be strange indeed.  He looked well padded for the cold alright, but she could have sworn she caught a gleam of a revolver.“Hey Max!” she called out with a smile, though one eyebrow lifted imperceptibly.  More secrets?Everybody’s everyone’s fool.</blockquote>

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