[10] My Attitude?

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"The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide you're not going to stay where you are."

-J. P. Morgan
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"How are you, Mom?" Giving a halt to his two suitcases beside him he gave a close hug to Rebecca.

She patted his shoulder, hugging deeply her son and parting away taking in his appearance through her moistened eyes spoke.

"Good as I've seen you now. Jesus Mary FOUR years and I'm seeing you now. You've grown so handsome as much as tall" in between her choked voice she praised him making him lift up the corner of his lips a bit.

"All because my mother is beautiful too" Vedat complimented his mother hugged her again close to his heart. Rebecca rested her head on his shoulder realizing that her son was now home. She touched his shoulder caressing over there to feel finally her son was with her. After four years she saw him. Though video calls were connected in person, she missed her only happiness.

Settling his luggage in the boot he adjusted to the driver's seat.

"Mom I'll drive" Rebecca smiled giving him the keys. She remembered his appeal when he was Finally Eighteen and Rebecca was still hesitant to let him drive but he successfully drove that day.

Inserting the car keys, he ignited the engine as he drove with passion. More than cars his passion was bikes.

"How's Grandpa Mom?"

She turned her head to him, "He's good and healthy too. Has gone for the morning walk with our neighbor, I told him to come soon as he wasn't going for walk listening that you're coming"

Vedat smiled a bit. Breathing he saw around the window of the car while focusing on the road, the same raised buildings, mirror glasses, urban centers where people were walking around the streets, scenic mountain silhouettes from afar hiding behind the mists, he inhaled the fresh air of the New York morning, a sense of home filling his heart.

Turning the steering wheel to the left he drove for some distance and then stopped before some cafes parked the car.

Rebecca looked at him confused.
But then realizing it was his favorite place she smiled. Smiled that he remembers. Remembers what people like. Like And love.

Many office persons, kids, shopkeepers, and buyers were to be seen near them. Big buildings were far away and only cafes, bakeries, and food corners were in view. Coming out of the car she followed him to his favorite Flowersun Cafe. It was his favorite cafe. Because it wasn't filled with a crowd every time, peace was felt in his heart whenever he came here.

An old woman and her granddaughter run this together. He loved the handmade coffee of the old lady very much.

As he stepped inside his hand clutched the glass door handle. He looked around.
The old lady sat at the counter with specs rim resting on her nose, her aged fluttering hand, he saw and smiled.
The rusty wooden smell of furniture hit his nostril, and the baking smell tempted him.

Touching her wrinkled hands he said deeply.

"Stella"

The old lady looked up at the mention of her name. Her wrinkly lips curved.

"Yes, young man what would you like to have?" In her strained and weak voice.

"Stella you forgot me. I was your daily customer four years ago. This is not fair, how much I missed your Glace and here you are forgetting me" the old lady looked at him in astonishment. He was whining still it felt so established and overwhelming from his nature. Just like his always serious nature.

Her light brows weaved as she recalled him.

"Vedat Ford" she smiled, "I remember you now. You and Alara only call me Stella"

She grinned as Vedat smiled fully, a bit awkward with mentioning her name, and sat at the desk admiring her old beautiful face. Since it was morning people were only four or fewer.

"I must say, Stella, in my presence you're shining much today huh!"

She chuckled listening to his flirtatious line.

"Good morning Granny" Rebecca greeted the old lady bowing a bit as she took a seat beside Vedat.

"Good Morning lovely child"

"May I take your order please?" Vedat looked up at the young soft voice.

His eyes gleamed.

"Hey, Paris how have you been?" He asked standing and giving her a light hug. She patted his back while hugging him. She thought, he was much taller than her.

She smiled through her cherry-colored lips bowing a bit towards Rebecca as she did the same.

"I'm good Ved! Hope your studies were good in the Netherlands" she asked softly yet her voice felt determinant and cheerful. Her face was always joyous giving people spirit and enthusiasm. And that was the only thing she could give and can't have for herself.

Vedat pursued his lips together, "Yeah, studies were quite good. Okay, one Glace for me and Black Coffee for Mom! Also Vanilla strawberry pastry. I hope you remember?!"

Paris smiled at his question.
"Of course I do"
"I'll send them in ten minutes" saying.
Paris held the old lady's hand and covered her shoulders making her sit on the chair.

Dressed in a white rayon shirt and black A-line skirt, and an apron tied around, long brunette hairs parted straight and rested at the back as her cherry-colored lips touched together to take another order.

(Paris Hilton- Also you can check the CAST once again, I've made new aesthetics for her)

There was not any crowd like others that's what he liked.

Rebecca Asked him some questions while they ate, Stella asked about his life. He was happy to see her again.

After eating breakfast completely.
When he and Rebecca were ready to leave Paying to the old lady. Paris came out of the kitchen area by tying her sling bag, she came frequently, the apron was long gone. kissing Stella on the cheeks she said the words to her.

"Granny I'll be here till afternoon. Until then Fiona and Carrie will handle the customers, you just sit here and call me if needed" the old lady nodded kissing her head.

"Have a nice day"

Paris smiled at last at Stella then turned to Vedat who was glimpsing at the designer crafting at the counter wall, Rebecca has gone out already.

"You should come often To the cafe. Granny missed you over the years talking about how you and your friend would daily visit her over here"
The minor smile on the face of Vedat was long gone.

He nodded looking down and then at her face, "I missed Stella too" saying he glanced at her and gave her a flying kiss. Paris smiled at them.

"Oh, By the way, your mother comes here in the morning often I am not here in the afternoon mostly so I don't know but your friend Alara right? She comes here talking to granny and saying to her that you'll come soon whenever Granny asks about you"

Vedat's brows sunk in confusion.

"Why are you saying this to me?" His right brow raised pointing to the look.

Paris smiled, her radiating color shining more in the brewing sunlight, shrugging she replied.
"Uhh...She did tell me that you informed no one before going away, and.." she stopped for a second looking at the floor fidgeting with her fingers.

"But she asked me to keep a check if someday you visit here. Because she was sure this is your favorite place and you'll come here first"

He half-minded nodded.

"Oh... Okay. Have a nice day I've to leave"

Paris nodded not wanting to interfere more as she came out with him outside the glass gate.

"By the way where do you work? " he pointed at the cafe.

"I mean I guess a cafe would not be enough for your existence. So what else? You are young and have potential"

Tucking his palms under the jeans they walked near the grey road.

Her gazes stared at the grass then up.
"Studying Last year in literature - theatre writing and design basically. I'm studying, other than that I'm a part of a group of writers who writes the plays for theatres"

"Oh. Wow, that is interesting, and something new I've heard" he remarked as they reached his car where his mother was waiting for him.

"Hm. You should visit the Vision school of arts someday and watch our play. It's displayed on Weekends"

"I'll visit for sure. Nice to see you Paris"

"Nice to meet you too Ved" she smiled at last changing her way and walking to the road checking the time.

"Uhh... Paris you're already late. Hurry up now" muttering to herself she walked faster getting into a tram.

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Roaming around The boulevards of the New York campus, located on Lee Strasberg Way, right in the heart of historic Union Square.

Tristan found the enthusiasm to learn more from his faculty and meet new colleagues.

He found himself surrounded by off-broadway theatres, The New School, and vibrant neighborhoods of novices running there and joking around.

Around his campus, he found it a stimulating environment for artistic and creative work With easy access to all main subway routes, Broadway and off-Broadway theaters, museums, and parks around. The prominent biggest new theatres were designed by his Dad and he felt proud to be his son.

"Hey, are you a new boi here?" A young boy of his age asked him along with his two other friends.

Tris nodded, "Um. Not really I have come here when in the kid's program this is my second"

"By the way, This is Mees Van Roger and these are my two friends Jack & Mackay" the boy introduced himself along with the other two. He had a blonde curly nest of hair that Tris noticed. Also, he didn't fail to notice girls' eyes on him.

When others found Mees, Jack & Mackay surrounding him, the other forty comrades didn't miss the opportunity to introduce themselves.

Their attention was held by the opening of the brown door and their entered their instructors. Lined up one by one following each other behind. Four men and three women.

"Attention new generation "
A mid-aged lady with her blonde thin air short hair clapped her hands standing at the front of the stage.

Seeing her and other instructors The students gossiped and the lady sprang her toes taking the mike that another peon handed her.

She cleared her throat, "Alright students may I have your attention, please? Make separate lines so I can identify each one of you " the students stopped chattering their whole attention to her. They splattered accordingly.

Tris found Sanjana in between the next line to him he waved a hii. And she did the same but stopped at the lady's voice.

"Gentleman, give your hii here. Come" she was now fed of making them stop chattering.

Tris pointed at himself and the lady pointed, "Yes you Mah boy"

Hesitant, he hopped the stairs nearing the young lady.

"So I see you are a handsome growing man, may I ask who you were waving your hand to?" she pointed to him through her circle goggles and Tris felt shy.

"Sorry. It's just a friend" he apologized in a way, scratching his nape that along with the lady the girls admired him too.

"I'm Lola Cohen" she introduced herself to him and the students. Her brows raised. Some of the students chuckled listening to her name but never mind. People just laugh, no one takes it seriously.

"NOW introduce yourself to the others, boy"

Tris shrugged smiling, a bit anxious. He never feared the stage but he felt a kind of exposed by girls' eye-raping gazes. After all, he was just a simple guy.

"Hii, I'm Tristan"

Hearing his deep voice a lot of gasps were heard. He felt shy again.

"God it's so embarrassing" he muttered under his breath. His American accent though not actual American but each word clearly as He learned from Indians attracted the novices.

He looked over the crowd of students and then saw her face. Sanjana gave him courage giving a thumbs up.
His lips twitched.

"Come ' on boy say something about you, your inspiration introduce yourself" Lola cheered him up patting his back.

"Guys, not exactly what to say. We all are new here, Lola is my.. " he showed his hand to her as he knew her from before, and the lady smiled.

"Lola has been my mentor in earlier camp too. I just wanna say we're all hard workers here, dedicated and passionate, we've to act like our true selves. I, being in my early twenties feel this is my best opportunity to learn from experienced great instructors...." Saying he greeted other people too.

After he was done saying a good amount of words to impress Lola and others people as well Lola asked him.

"To clear the confusion I should say I found a good potential in you, Tris, yes? There are going to be 8 total groups and seeing the populace. You. I chose you to be the leader of GROUP A. So I'd like it if you choose the leaders of the other 7 remaining groups too"

Tris nodded not understanding the oh-so-sweet behavior of Ms. Lola towards him. Maybe it was because she was influenced by his father.

Ugh, Tris. A lot more struggle will take people to forget calling you The son of krish Rajvansh rather than the Actor Tristan Rishvi Rajvansh.
Fuck my life!

Seeing the crowd of approx 50 members he didn't know whom to choose as the perfect top leader. He pointed to the girl first who seemed less affected by his looks and dedication. Not everyone was seriously related to acting there, remember?

One by one he selected three boys and three girls. They were called upon the raised ground stage.

At last, his eyes went To Sanjana who was wishing not to say her name. She never leads any group in her life. She was nervous hoping he shouldn't say her name but he did reverse.

"I think " rubbing his light beard he said it.
"Next one will be Sanjana" her eyes shot open as he took her name.

Lola smiled broadly.
"Come on Brown girl. On the stage now"
Her legs felt numb while her fist tightened as she anxiously jumped The stairs. She felt extremely angry at Lola for her introduction as Brown Girl.

Did she introduce herself as White Girl or Tris as White Man? No? Right? Then what is this behavior of saying Brown Girl to me?!

Sanjana gasped thinking, her teeth gritting and jaw ticking while her eyes went to Tris. She glanced at Lola whose face seemed not-so-satisfied with Tris's decision of calling her on the stage.

After the leaders selected by Tris had introduced themselves. They were given a day time to think of their respective group names as six members were there in each group.

Lots of discussions took place between meeting the new group of people and leaders.

Tris was glad he chose Sanjana as a leader though she was anxious about his choice he knew she'd rock it.
Seeing her indulging with her group members he felt good that she was opening up to the new world.

He felt it was his responsibility as a good friend to make her realize her potential she is unaware of.

It was a lunch break when Tris suited himself on a chair in the Food Buff. Sanjana out of haste sat in front of him. Looking tired and a bit disappointed. He kept his healthy juice bottle on the table flashing at her.

"What happened Sanjana? Aren't you happy?"

"Damn with your happiness. You're such a bad friend Rish" said in a crying voice she hid her face behind her palms.

"I'm not a good commander. You knOW... Still. You..." She said making him realize she had a panic attack whenever she's highly nervous and takes responsibility. And being a leader of GROUP H was a big responsibility.

"No, you're totally wrong. You did talk so well Sanjana What is wrong with it? You were like. Like Real confidence on the stage. Talked like a competent. You are no less " He asked concerned removing her palm but she jerked it.

"Don't touch me you're not a good friend" she chided him looking elsewhere crossing her arms on the table.

"Acha listen. I have an idea. You feel and say you're not a good leader. But let's say what if I prove you wrong?"

"No one can prove me wrong, you get it?" She threatens him pointing her index finger.

"See let's say your attitude..."

"My attitude?" She gasped pointing her index finger at her.

"Of course. Now. At least don't lie in that. Let's say you've plenty of attitudes and what if I explain you deserve to be a leader"

"Why Tris? No one likes me there I saw. You think, have you seen how That Lola darted at me like she has seen some ghost in me " She stood going to the counter and ordering a grape juice for herself. The man gave her the juice as she paid and she walked Tris following her behind.

Tris snickered remembering the scene.
"She's nothing but bipolar and biased. Don't mind her. She had this... Uhh. Let's say... Discrimination things like... She was like this with me in the start when I was a kid but... When she knew my father... Her attitude changed you know. Never mind her"

Sanjana gave him a stare like that-is-not-my-fault.

"But Tris... I don't......."

"See. Sanjana. You think you are nervous but it's nothing like that okay? I feel. You have good qualities of a leader that I found in rare people. Don't you think how lucky is to get this opportunity to lead a group"

She looked back, "You are fooling me, right?"

"Fucking why would I fool you dammit? Listen..." he was high on explaining to her right now as she was not listening to him.

He turned her to face him holding her shoulders firmly.

"I chose you. Okay? I chose you because I feel a girl like you, I mean determinant with a positive attitude shouldn't work under someone, you're born to lead and I cannot see you following others' orders, got it? Especially when you have the best shot ahead, don't lose it"

For a while, her eyes softened at his attempt to make her explain. Realize. She realized he was right.

"You've to get it through your mind Sanjana that You're not going to stay at the place where you are. You. Have to decide, okay? Remember you've to keep moving, keep growing. Leading is one of them, you've to try it. Try it for something new, something thrilling & adventurous" his brows raised as to explain to her.

"What if then. I failed to lead. I mean, huh? Like they didn't like me? Or I make mistakes in decisions"

Tris smirked his right brow raises.
"Since when you started thinking what people think about you. As far as I KNOW, your perspective should matter to you and none else. Trust me I can see a successful lady in you for this future world"

He twitched his lips making a Psst sound.
"And about decisions, it's not always you're alone. Or always someone to support you. Some decisions changes life. And some decisions change you"

"Do you think so? I'll make it up to people's remarks?"
Her voice fainted in an attempt to understand his words.

"Yea. You've to just... Just don't doubt your limits. How far you can go? Let your strength and hard work decide it. You have to trust your friend for that..." he patted her cheeks.
Sanjana smiled broadly creases on her forehead

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