Chance to Change

The music, the melody in the room carried the people towards a hypnotic bliss. In this bar, the light was so low, I could barely see anything. There were clear murmurs flowing between the array of tables.  I scanned the place for the three people I urgently needed to talk to. Then it was 'the artist' that I found first. He sat at darkest corner seat which was nearly unseeable. I knew I would find him there. He was stuck in his creative realm where he would always go to feed his hunger for creation. And there was my notebook on the table and I could see it clearly. That notebook was my life's work but it was no more with me.

I moved my uncertain steps towards him thinking about the things I'd say to him.

Will he recognize me?

      What would I say then?

If he doesn't recognize me?

      What would I say then?

These voices in my head clouded my vision and I failed to realize that I've reached the table.

"May I sit here If this seat is empty?" I offered my company to him.

He was deep in his thoughts but he heard me.

"If you can sit quietly then I can allow you to sit here." He replied without even looking at me.

I sat there.

My eyes searched bar to find the other two.

With not much effort I found both 'the bride' and 'the escort'. Now the execution of the second phase commenced.

"I have a note for you mister artist." I said and pushed a folded paper towards him.

"How do you know that I am..." He stopped after he finally looked at me.

He recognized me.

"I've found my inspiration for my next painting. Thank you mister?" 

He did not recognize me.

"Mann, David Mann" I made up a name realizing that the disguise was perfect.

"Open the note when I am gone."

"What is in it?"

"You'll find out." I said and I stood  up to leave.

But when I turned around I saw the things around me started to bend and stretch like the last time.

The last time.

The last time when this happened I was at my home busy regretting to meet her, my wife, whom I loved.

My wife who stole my notebook and gave it to my rival, her lover.

But now I can be happy.

Oh how much I regretted meeting her.

I regretted meeting her in this bar. But that was no more the truth.

The space around me was bending and stretching no more.

I was back to the present now and everything was changed. I knew it.

I knew it because I had my notebook and the note inside it.

The same note that I gave to my past self.

The note said-

"Hello past me,

I am 'you' from the future and I have come back to tell you something about your future. Don't think and just follow. Do not talk to the runaway bride. If you want just choose the escort for tonight.

 And please quit smoking.

sincerely

Future you"

Oh I was so happy.

But...

"Husband!" A voice came from behind.

I turned around.

"Shit!!!" I said as I saw her coming towards me.

Change.