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The Musician	By : Faline Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 2170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4 - It’s a Date!

Orlando squirmed uncomfortably behind the SUV wheel as he wove in and out of traffic, more or less 'expertly'. He was late picking up Hannah. His dog had peed all over his floor, right before he had stepped in it with his socks on and had to change those, only to find that he didn’t have any that looked good with his pants, so he had to change his pants, then his shirt because his other shirt obviously didn't match the new pants. Of course, this wasn't very normal for him because his style sense was great, but he was trying to impress. Hannah was worth that much at least.

The phone next to him rang and he glared over at it before fumbling to pick it up. The world of technology had practically exploded in front of him after FOTR. Cell phone and computer companies had scrambled for ad contracts, waving free 'gifts' in front of his face. It was because of the gifts that he had bought his first computer and sent his mother his first e-mail, right before he called her and told her all about it. E-mail and internet were all one big confusing mess.

"Hello?"

The voice over the other end was cracking, but he could still hear. "Orlando? Where are you?"

It was his sister, Sam. "Oh, hey Sam. I'm on my way to pick up a date. We're going out to dinner tha the the theater."

His sister giggled and Orlando mentally winced. "OOH! My little brother's got a date! Ooo!" She was worse than a blond sometimes. The mocking voice of his date started to sing in his head. 'BLONDIE!' He groaned again.

"Hey Sam, do you know where Berry Street is? I am so lost right now. You know, after ten or so years you'd think I'd have it all figured out, but I think I'm suffering from a bad case of the dumbasses." He could hear his sister's sigh and smiled as she gave him directions, which started with 'Turn around, you're going to wrong way.' Whoever said that men have a perfect sense of direction was probably a moron. He just hoped that he'd never get lost in the shanty-lands that always seemed to spring up around big cities.

He thanked his sister profusely for the help. "You're welcome. What's a big sis for anyway? Hey, I was just calling to ask you what you're doing for tomorrow? It's Christmas Eve and everything. Mum wanted to know what's going on."

Orlando sighed. He had forgotten about Christmas Eve. He should bring a date to the family party; that was common practice. The only problem was that he didn't HAVE a date to bring. "I don't know Sam. There's really no one I can bring, but leave an extra seat at the table just in case. I might call up Claire and see if she's doing anything."

"No! You will not bring THAT girl to your mother's table again. Remember what happened last time? She actually burped in front of Grandfather, and Mother went epileptic when she tried to 'help' with' the dishes and shattered half of the crystal wear with hot water. She is NOT coming."

Orlando laughed at the fond memories of the Christmas before. 'Wow, has it really only been a year since Claire?' He shook his head, trying to forget that little episode. Trying to forget it all.

"Orlando? Are ya still there?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry. My mind went on a little trip there. Um, I wasn't really going to bring Claire, she's back in France anyway. And, she doesn't like long trips and the trip from Nice is defiantly a long one."

"Well, good-riddance." He laughed at his sister's true dislike of his former flame. They'd had a pretty interesting chemistry. Orlando looked around suddenly, realizing that he was about four blocks away from the café that he had run into Hannah at the second time, and slowed his vehicle.

"Hey, look sis. I gotta go now. I'm at the girl's apartment, and I'm late so I shouldn't keep her waiting any longer OK?"

"Yeah, have fun Orli. Just remember about protection anowerowers. Those are the two greatest things that you could ever give her."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever. I'll talk to you tomorrow." He clicked the phone off and threw it onto the seat next to him. Picking up the yellow roses he had bought for Hannah, he checked his appearance once more before exiting the vehicle and making his way up to the apartment building.

It was short work getting to her apartment, it was 3A, the third apartment on the first floor. At least she didn't have to climb legions of stairs. He checked himself mentally, preparing for an evening of fun, before he rane doe doorbell.

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The doorbell r Han Hannah muttered a curse as the sudden noise caused her to flinch, and smear her eyeliner. She grumbled about always being late before yelling that the door was open. She heard the door click and pushed open. Dress shoes clicked in her hallway and she pulled a fast one, fixing her make-up as best as she could. "I'll be out in a minute!"

She heard Orlando's muffled 'Alright' before she looked at her whole appearance in the mirror. She was wearing one of three dresses she owned. The others; a long black dress, was her concert wear and highly inappropriate for burgers and a movie, and her bridesmaids dress that she had worn for her brother's wedding. Not good at all. This one was made of ample blue linen, decorated with blue ribbon and white lace. Girly, definitely. American, Hell yeah! It was her date dress, and she always had fun in it. Except for that one time when her ex dumped her for her best . . . she shook her head.

The thought of Dan was almost enough to ruin her evening, so she pushed his memory to the back of her mind. But, the thought wouldn't go away. What the hell was she even doing going out on a date? It was too soon. Her heart would get broken again. Hannah steeled her thoughts. Orlando was not Dan. 'At least give him a chance Hannie, You can make your decision later.'

She could hear the shoes in her living room now and she smiled at tho thought of Orlando. He was so cute and he could act so well! If only half of the people she had met at Guildhall had been half as talented there might be a lot more quality movies and plays out and about.

Taking one last look at her appearance, she smiled at a job well done. Simple, yet elegant. She left the bathroom, and clicked the door shut behind her quietly. "Hello." Orlando whirled, surprised that she had come from behind. His eyes widened, even as the rest of his face remained calm.

"You look very lovely tonight Hannah."

"Thank you Orlando. You look very handsome tonight. Jeans become you nicely and the added ruffled shirt is a great flair."

He smiled, a hand drifting to the material ruffling down the front of his shirt. "It's not too much is it?"

He cocked his head to one side, curios, but she waived it off with one hand. "No, its great. I love the color." She held out a material clad shoulder. "And look, we match!" His white shirt matched her lace ectlectly. They were already starting to look like a couple.

"Well that's good." He smiled before remembering the flowers and holding them out. "These are for you." Hannah's eye lit up at the beautiful bouquet of roses. "Yellow Roses. Your favorite."

"You remembered." She cradled the fragrant blossoms to her chest. No one had ever remembered something that small before. "Thank you so much Orlando." She crossed, and gave him a quick hug before remembering that he was practically a stranger and backed away. "I'll just go put these in water. I'll only be a moment."

"Take all the time you need." Hannah smiled over her shoulder. He was so sweet. She made her way to the kitchen, pulling out a vase and quickly arranging the flowers decoratively before bringing them out into the living room and putting them on her coffee table.

"Okay. Are you ready?" He smiled, showing off a set of near perfect teeth. He had a lianliant smile that just made Hannah ooze happiness and excitement. He was contagious.

"Yeah, let us away." She giggled as he held out his arm for her. She looped her wrist through and they made their marry way out to the car.

The restaurant, named Tenth Hill, was very chic and classy, but also down to earth and not to popular. The food was wicked and amazing there, as Orlando put it, and in fact it had been his choice on where to eat. She picked the movie, he picked the restaurant.

The waiter smiled very politely and greeted Orlando by first name as they were given the best seats in the house. This was a stun to Hannah, sti still had no idea about his new widespread fame. Orlando merely smiled though, excited about going out. It had been too long since his last social outing.

Once seated, their menus were handed to them and drinks were placed. Hannah was in quite a bind though. She was used to clear liquids and milk. That's all she had at home, but this place had fancy drinks like lattes. She decided, after much deliberation, that she would have a tea. Orlando chuckled before ordering some foreign soda pop.

The situation was about the same when it came to the food. It was a vegitarian restaurant, as she was to find out, and she didn't understand any of the names. After about the tenth inquisition about an items consistency, Orlando waved her quiet with his hand. "Why don't you let me order?"

She smiled, nodding. Blondie to the rescue.

After the food was ordered, all they could do was sit in relative silence. The room around them was alive with laughter and conversation. Hannah envied them. She had never been one for words, especially not around strange men. Not that Orlando was strange. Good Lord no. He was just . . fferfferent than anyone else she had ever met. Not ever her crack-head of a brother was as much fun to be around.

"So, you're a violin player with the London Symphony?"

She looked back at him, her attention directed back to where it belonged. "Yes. I'm seventh chair, out of ten, and I'm also the youngest female to ever play with them. Well, I was. That was about two years ago. I'm getting old now." She smiled, her eyes crinkling with mirth.

"No, you're not getting old. You're just starting to bloom." He raised his hand and caressed her cheek. She didn't move, just feeling his skin on her own. She wasn't very experienced in romance. Not at all. Not to say that she wasn't inexperienced, just a little rusty.

Pulling his hand back, he sighed before reaching for his glass and taking a sip. "So seventh chair and one of the youngest ones there huh? I bet that makes some cranky old people mad huh?"

She laughed at the absurdity of the situation. "Absolutely. I have enemies!" Orlando chuckled. "I have no idea how a twenty-five year old has enemies, but I do."

"So, you're twenty five? That's a pretty good age."

"Yes, it is. Twenty-five has been pretty good to me. Aside from the whole 'get-your-violin-stolen-than-broken' ordeal. That was pretty scary. And it was my baby too! My very first violin that I named after my first real violin instructor. That thing meant the world to me!" Her eyes started to tear up just thinkinout out her friend, Garret, and their fun violin lessons everyday after school. That instrument was a present from her father, God rest his soul.

They chatted back and forth about this and that for about an hour or so. Through the conversation Hannah learned about Orlando's mom and sister, both of whom it was obvious that he loved very much. In return, Hannah had told him about her days as a child growing up without parents, but with a whole family of cousins and aunts and uncles down in Georgia. He was fascinated to learn that she actually knew the real Blackburn.

"He used to live down the street from me, before I moved here five years ago. I actually remember the day that the mission went so bad. It was only a few days before my 14th birthday, so I was pretty excited. His sister Amber called me the day after screaming into the phone. I had to go over to her house and calm her down. She was in hysterics. One of the other boys had called his house and told his parents that he had fallen from a helicopter and was presumed dead. This, of course, was not true, but it was about three days before they learned their son was alive. It was a tense time. But the funny thing was, I kept thinking about what it must have been like for the soldiers and what it must have felt like. Deep down I think that I knew Todd wasn't really dead. I knew many were, but he wasn't. I just hope the family absorbed some of that optimism. I loved BHD so much because of the view it allowed me to get of the battle. It was so intense and deep. The whole cast did an excellent job."

'Is that a blush staining his face?' Hannah laughed to herself.

"Well, thank you Hannah. I'm glad you shared about Todd. It was pretty interesting getting under his skin. It wasrd trd though, because of the accent you know. I had a vocal couch for like a month and it all went to waste because I had like five scenes in the whole movie before I tried to fly. But, what are you gonna do?"

"You know what else is really creepy? My brother's friend, who's a pilot with Customs over in New Mexico is actually using the Black Hawk that you yourself sat on for the movie. I convinced my brother that he needed to let me go and see it, so we took a week-end when I was back over there last summer for the off season. It was wild. They took me up the thing and everything. They tried to get me to sit on the edge, but I wouldn't. It was pretty creepy."

"Yeah, we were actually flying over ocean during the limo scene and even I was a little nervous. You know, there was an ocean just a few hundred feet below me, and if I fell, I would be in shit up to my ears because of all the gear I had on. I don't think I would have been able to swim to safety." He chuckled lightly, but she could see that it had really been a problem.

"Do you have a problem with falling Orlando? It seems like you were pretty scared about that on the helicopter."

"Well, I fell three stories once, and broke my back. It was a scary, life-changing event because the doctors weren't sure I'd ever walk again. They said I'd be paralyzed from the waist down. But, we went into surgery and twelve days later I hobbled out of the hospital on crutches. I have had a mild fear of fal eve ever since. You know, I'll gladly jump off a bridge over a gorge 1,000 feet deep with a rope tied around my ankles, but if I even think about falling on accident, I get shivers."

"Well, that's understandable. A fall like that should not be taken lightly." She nodded, not sure if she was trying to convince him or her. He laughed with her, a little bit of the edge and fright taken off of his voice. The both smiled amiably. Orlando mini-stretched before checking hisch. ch. "Oh shit. The show starts in a half an hour. We best get a move on." She checked her watch as well and groaned. If she was late for the showing of Flora Plum, she would just go nuts.
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