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Nikolas Johnson sighed for what had to be the millionth time as he looked at a musical spread sheet like he was burning a hole into it. To his fellow guests and care takers at the Inn, he was an American born general handy man and unknown who had little interaction with his fellow guests as he preferred his privacy. However as his alternative identity as the famed "Heavy Metal Druid", Japan's preimer and most beloved Rock Star; he had a strict schedule and tour date to follow and his agent was already down his back. With Halloween approaching one would think for a Heavy Metal artist it would be a grand and happy time, yet for him it was causing him a splitting headache. In the past few years he had done famous renditions of legendary songs such as "This is Halloween" from a film in his youth, recreations of legendary ballads by great ones like Ozzie Osbourn, Dios, and Manson; but now his agent wanted something original for the spooky season. It was frustrating, annoying, and harsh as he tossed the sheet into a pile of spent ones that got bigger and bigger by the day.
Leaning back in a chair he held his face as he tried to think. Dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a tight fitting Metallica muscle shirt that displayed his powerful arms and tone chest, he was suddenly calmed by the thought of a white haired, beautiful woman who had been dominating his thoughts lately. Feodora had been kind to him and although to most would seem like a normal every day Inn owner, to Nikolas he could sense something special about her that had been filling his mind for sometime. A man such as himself had been with many women in his life time; groupies, one night stands with female singers, obsessive fans, yet there was something special about her that he couldn't shake from his consciousness. Her hair, her cute glasses, her kind smile, even her perfume caused him to feel something in his heart he has felt since he left America. Even now as she entered his mind all his frustrations vanished and he calmed himself as his breathing returned to normal.
Soon a low growling sound was heard from his stomach and Nikolas realized the time. Checking his watch he soon saw it had been awhile since he had ordered breakfast and was wondering what the delay was. Feodora was a kind and proper hostess and would never do anything to upset ir discourage guests. Though never one to complain or be rude he decided to at least check to see if perhaps his order had been lost and thus Nikolas walked from his room and down the hall towards the Kitchen.
As he did he saw a line of irate guests standing at the kitchen and a few griping and complaining something to the front desk. Walking past the line and towards the receptionist he past an angry man and saw the receptionist hold her head in frustration. "Excuse me, I apologize if I sound rude, but is everything okay? Seems to be a hubbaloo this morning?" he asked.
The female receptionist looked up and said, "I do apologize sir, but unfortunately we are having a kitchen issue and all meals are ....are....Um I" Nikolas soon realized the receptionist was staring at him like a piece of meat, a slight drool at her mouth. Clearing his throat Nikolas motioned to the counter with coffee, muffins, and bread pastries. "Oh please don't worry on my part. I will just have some coffee Nikolas said as he walked over feeling the receptionist stare at him as he did so with hearts in her eyes.
Getting to the coffee he poured himself a hot cup of black coffee just as he liked it into a disposable cup. Taking a sip as he saw the line of irate guests get longer he thought for a moment about Feodora and how she must be feeling. A heat sense hit his chest again, thus he grabbed another cup and made another cup of coffee. Having spent time with Feodora at a café he remembered how she liked it and made it perfectly before walking past the crowd
He was able to approach her office and using his large hands holding his coffee and her own, he knocked on her office door, hoping not to disturb her in a time of crisis