25-12-2010, 08:14 PM
thx moon princess;) uita-ti continuarea!
I answer without looking at the caller id to see who`s calling me at this hour.
"Hello?" ask, waiting a reply from the other end.
"Seiya?" someone I don`t recognize asks.
Still under the influence of sleep I can`t put a face tot the voice I hear no matter how much I try.
"That`s me. Who`s calling?" a small smile arising on my face.
Nothing. Not even the noise of someone breathing. Dead silence. Creepy.
"Is someone there?"
I feel my eyebrows rising while curiosity and concern make their appearance.
"Seiya…" that same someone whispers.
It creeps me out. I can`t figure out if it is a woman`s or a man`s voice but I don`t like it one bit. Something is off, really, truly off..
"Hey. If you want to talk with me start talking or I`ll put an end to this so called `conversation`." I say a bit angry.
Who has the nerve to make jokes at this early hour of the morning? I`m not in the mood for things like this today. Had a awful night. Actually, if I think about it, I haven`t been in the mood for anything since I met her. Well… since I`ve seen her. Didn`t actually met, yet.
Then realizing what I was thinking about, I shook my head, trying this way to get rid of those thoughts.
Why do I always have to find myself on that road again? Can`t I just, for once, go through a hour without thinking about that blonde? Bet she`s stupid, only has her fair beauty by her side. So why I can`t get myself to forget about her?
I forget about the one on the other end for a couple of moments, but it reminds me of its presence.
"Don`t let her go" whispers in a creepy voice that sends chills down my spine.
"Let who go" ask confuse.
Don`t know what it is talking about.
"Don`t make the same mistake again…" it continues without seeming to hear what I had ask.
And then it disappears. Just like that the conversation, if you can call that a conversation, ends. When I look at my cell, I see that no one has called.
How can this be? I`m sure that I have talked or at least it talked to me. Am I delusional?
Don`t think so. Must be still sleeping.
Yes, that it is, I`m still dreaming.
But when pinching myself nothing happens.
"Ok… I`m going crazy, aren`t I?... Not my favorite answer, though." I say out loud just to hear my voice.
I`m all lone in my three bedroom apartment and it gets lonely sometimes. Really lonely. On occasions, I break this loneliness bringing some chick to spend the night, but she always leaves in the morning, knowing that I don`t want to see her face again. A one night stand, that`s all it takes to put me in my mood again, usually. But isn`t working these days. I`m okay with this arrangement. At least they know where they stand. But as usual, my mind wanders back to that road, to that blond girl with weird hair.
I saw her once for God`s sake! And that was three weeks ago! Why can`t I forget her? How can she torment me these way?
The most painful thing is that I know deep down that I won`t see her again. New York City is so big, how can I find someone without knowing nothing about the person I`m looking for?
Yeah, sure, how can I forget? I know she`s engaged. Couldn`t miss the big tactless pink diamond on her ring finger. That awful thing just shouts: "Engaged" to everyone that sees it. As if that wasn`t enough I have to have this weird dreams disturbing my sleep.
What do they mean? I really don`t have a clue.
Why am I having them? Haven`t the slightest idea. But it all started on that fateful day when the blond caught my eye.
My cell rings again waking me from the deep thought that had me in its grasp. This time I carefully pick it up and look at the caller id before answering. One weird thing a day and at a time, don`t want to have a heart attack.
It wrote: "Scot". He is my manager so I just know that he has something important to tell.
Scot is a very intelligent man, actually, I believe that he`s a genius but can`t figure out why he chose being a manager for idols of all the things that he could be and accomplish. He is twenty five years old and has a beautiful wife named Amy, she is a doctor and as smart as him, maybe even smarter taking in account her chosen career. They are just like the family I never had and wanted.
"Good-morning, Scot!" I greet him forgetting all about the other call.
"Good-morning, Seiya-kou!"
I hate it when he calls me that. "Kou" in Japanese means prince and I`m far from being one. But it`s his one little joke about my name, that I have to mention he gave it to me. I didn`t have a name before, I just was called Seiya.
"Look, I told you before. Stop calling me that with that tone. I`m no prince. Sure, you gave me the name Kou Seiya, but that doesn`t mean that you have to joke about it every time we talk." I say sighing.
"You`re close, though. Another album or two and you`ll be set for life, you know." He answers.
I can see him smiling, while sitting in a chair and looking at a picture of him and his wife. He loves her so much.
"Yeah… Why did you call me at this early hour, anyway?"
"You don`t seem your happy self today, Seiya. Having girl problems?"
He hit it dead on, like always. But this time I don`t even want to acknowledge what he said. I ignore his question, which I know that he will interpret as a "Yes", and change the subject.
"Get to the point already, will you?" I say rising my voice.
"You have a photo shot for your next album cover. Be there at twelve pm."
"Be where?" ask.
"I went to the trouble to rent you a limousine while you are there. Don`t want my star to get killed by his fans now, do I?"
I turn of my phone without saying "Good-bye" because I know that that question was his way to tell me that the conversation was over. My relationship with Scot is kind of strange. He acts more like a big brother, than a manager. I suspect this happens because he understands where I came from and what had to live through. And also, because his wife will beat the crap out of him if he doesn`t "play" nice.
At this thought I begin to laugh while imagining Amy with a pan in hand chasing Scot through the room.
I answer without looking at the caller id to see who`s calling me at this hour.
"Hello?" ask, waiting a reply from the other end.
"Seiya?" someone I don`t recognize asks.
Still under the influence of sleep I can`t put a face tot the voice I hear no matter how much I try.
"That`s me. Who`s calling?" a small smile arising on my face.
Nothing. Not even the noise of someone breathing. Dead silence. Creepy.
"Is someone there?"
I feel my eyebrows rising while curiosity and concern make their appearance.
"Seiya…" that same someone whispers.
It creeps me out. I can`t figure out if it is a woman`s or a man`s voice but I don`t like it one bit. Something is off, really, truly off..
"Hey. If you want to talk with me start talking or I`ll put an end to this so called `conversation`." I say a bit angry.
Who has the nerve to make jokes at this early hour of the morning? I`m not in the mood for things like this today. Had a awful night. Actually, if I think about it, I haven`t been in the mood for anything since I met her. Well… since I`ve seen her. Didn`t actually met, yet.
Then realizing what I was thinking about, I shook my head, trying this way to get rid of those thoughts.
Why do I always have to find myself on that road again? Can`t I just, for once, go through a hour without thinking about that blonde? Bet she`s stupid, only has her fair beauty by her side. So why I can`t get myself to forget about her?
I forget about the one on the other end for a couple of moments, but it reminds me of its presence.
"Don`t let her go" whispers in a creepy voice that sends chills down my spine.
"Let who go" ask confuse.
Don`t know what it is talking about.
"Don`t make the same mistake again…" it continues without seeming to hear what I had ask.
And then it disappears. Just like that the conversation, if you can call that a conversation, ends. When I look at my cell, I see that no one has called.
How can this be? I`m sure that I have talked or at least it talked to me. Am I delusional?
Don`t think so. Must be still sleeping.
Yes, that it is, I`m still dreaming.
But when pinching myself nothing happens.
"Ok… I`m going crazy, aren`t I?... Not my favorite answer, though." I say out loud just to hear my voice.
I`m all lone in my three bedroom apartment and it gets lonely sometimes. Really lonely. On occasions, I break this loneliness bringing some chick to spend the night, but she always leaves in the morning, knowing that I don`t want to see her face again. A one night stand, that`s all it takes to put me in my mood again, usually. But isn`t working these days. I`m okay with this arrangement. At least they know where they stand. But as usual, my mind wanders back to that road, to that blond girl with weird hair.
I saw her once for God`s sake! And that was three weeks ago! Why can`t I forget her? How can she torment me these way?
The most painful thing is that I know deep down that I won`t see her again. New York City is so big, how can I find someone without knowing nothing about the person I`m looking for?
Yeah, sure, how can I forget? I know she`s engaged. Couldn`t miss the big tactless pink diamond on her ring finger. That awful thing just shouts: "Engaged" to everyone that sees it. As if that wasn`t enough I have to have this weird dreams disturbing my sleep.
What do they mean? I really don`t have a clue.
Why am I having them? Haven`t the slightest idea. But it all started on that fateful day when the blond caught my eye.
My cell rings again waking me from the deep thought that had me in its grasp. This time I carefully pick it up and look at the caller id before answering. One weird thing a day and at a time, don`t want to have a heart attack.
It wrote: "Scot". He is my manager so I just know that he has something important to tell.
Scot is a very intelligent man, actually, I believe that he`s a genius but can`t figure out why he chose being a manager for idols of all the things that he could be and accomplish. He is twenty five years old and has a beautiful wife named Amy, she is a doctor and as smart as him, maybe even smarter taking in account her chosen career. They are just like the family I never had and wanted.
"Good-morning, Scot!" I greet him forgetting all about the other call.
"Good-morning, Seiya-kou!"
I hate it when he calls me that. "Kou" in Japanese means prince and I`m far from being one. But it`s his one little joke about my name, that I have to mention he gave it to me. I didn`t have a name before, I just was called Seiya.
"Look, I told you before. Stop calling me that with that tone. I`m no prince. Sure, you gave me the name Kou Seiya, but that doesn`t mean that you have to joke about it every time we talk." I say sighing.
"You`re close, though. Another album or two and you`ll be set for life, you know." He answers.
I can see him smiling, while sitting in a chair and looking at a picture of him and his wife. He loves her so much.
"Yeah… Why did you call me at this early hour, anyway?"
"You don`t seem your happy self today, Seiya. Having girl problems?"
He hit it dead on, like always. But this time I don`t even want to acknowledge what he said. I ignore his question, which I know that he will interpret as a "Yes", and change the subject.
"Get to the point already, will you?" I say rising my voice.
"You have a photo shot for your next album cover. Be there at twelve pm."
"Be where?" ask.
"I went to the trouble to rent you a limousine while you are there. Don`t want my star to get killed by his fans now, do I?"
I turn of my phone without saying "Good-bye" because I know that that question was his way to tell me that the conversation was over. My relationship with Scot is kind of strange. He acts more like a big brother, than a manager. I suspect this happens because he understands where I came from and what had to live through. And also, because his wife will beat the crap out of him if he doesn`t "play" nice.
At this thought I begin to laugh while imagining Amy with a pan in hand chasing Scot through the room.
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