Chapter 39: Chapter 39. Elizabeth

Elizabeth's dream

The music was playing in the background, in a very low tone to stimulate the conversations of the people in that place, you could hardly hear it because each customer who was there was talking to someone else and if you were someone who was alone in that place the only thing you could hear well were the murmurs, but if you paid due attention you could distinguish what was playing through the speakers of the cafeteria. Lena Meyer's "Satellite" was playing in a different version from the original, this was a quieter version as if it were a ballad. My thumb hovered over the rim of the cup in front of me as I listened to the melodies of that modified song. 

Eli or Beth? - a boy standing next to me caught my attention, "What do you want me to call you? Think about it, because that will be your new nickname.