Crowds are not really her type of
things. Having to squeeze with hundreds of people made her sweat a
lot more than she usually do. It was all a little unbelievable to her
that she actually stood three hours in heels, buried in the crowd
still tip toe-ing . She heard mumurs about how impressive the action
was as the bystanders stared at her shoes. Her patience is ticking
away with each second pass. Eight more. Five more. Two. Her heart
suddenly started to beat faster and she tried to practice the lines
she had been practicing the night before but no, she could no longer
focus. And finally it was her turn. She felt her legs wobble for a
little as she took strides towards the man who inspired her in many
ways and grew up with her. She first heard of him when she was at the
pure and innocent age of 12 and fell in love with his voice before
she discovered more of him and fell in love with his personality too.
He went missing for awhile in the industry when puberty hit to get
accustomed with his new voice. And five years later, he made his
comeback. As though a butterfly that just emerged from its lava
state, he was a brand new person. He, who used to have a voice of a
high octave now have a voice of an extremely low octave. However the
greatest change was on his personality. He who used to be that sweet
little innnocent boy now started cursing not only in his songs but in
his speech too, though he was still as sweet as before. She felt a
kind of connection between them as she too, became someone quite
vulgar from someone with really good manners. It was that heart with
a streak of rebellion yet controlled by the mind of sensibility that
caused that sense of special correspondence.
And finally, it was her turn.
Never had she heard her heart beat any
faster than it did or had she felt her blood rushing at such
incredible speed. Her legs were a little wobbly as she made her way
to that one man whose voice and face waved every single of her
problems away. He shook the pen in his hands, trying to get the ink
work. After some effort, he looked up with his dazzling smile before
signing the tote bag. She braced herself to speak the same words as
she practiced. She slowly yet surely opened her mouth,
“How was your day?” His voice broke
the silence between them. She blinked. Once, then twice. That got her
really off guard.
“Uh, it was good, thank you.” She
smiled awkwardly, feeling very nervous. After squeezing out the
replies from her thumping heart, she braced herself to say the words
yet again.
“How was the show? Did you enjoy
yourself tonight?” Again, he took the first shot in questioning
her.
“Yeah. It was awesome.” She
fidgeted, now a little deflated at how she could not manage to get
the words out. She then decided it was now or never. “I know you
heard many 'I love you's, but-”
“Me too.” He grinned, and she was
caught off guard before realizing that he misheard her. She then
began to run the another half of the sentence in her head, hoping to
get it out. He took a quick glance at her face that was deep in
thoughts, and attacked her hand resting on the table – clasping his
own hands around it. To say that she was shocked was an
understatement. The blood that was flowing in her so furiously
previously suddenly went still. Her noisy mind that was replaying the
lines she practiced yesterday night suddenly fell into silence. The
only thing that she was aware of was the feeling of his hand holding
hers. So she did the most natural thing – closed her hands with
his. He gazed at her, enjoying the moment though she shy away, not
too sure on how to react as everything threw her off her
expectations. He then decided to pull away, however she grabbed his
hand with her might. This time round, it was him that have eyes as
big as saucers and he gaped at her for a moment. His gaze softened,
however, as he realize that she was mustering her courage to speak
her mind. He then gave her hand a squeeze, urging her to continue.
“I just want to thank you for all the
soul touching music you've made,” she mentally slapped herself for
using the wrong vocabulary before realizing how much her voice shook
and she pondered awhile about the expression on her face. She
nervously waited for his response.
He had his brows furrowed before
leaning back, his mouth forming an 'O' shape.
“Oh, thank you so much.” His
expression speak of nothing but how touched he was at her words.
“Please take care, I love you.” And he gave a final squeeze of
her hand before she nodded and left, too overwhelmed to say anything
more. His gentle voice and that pair of sincere eyes, however, hung
around in her mind 'til late night.
And this, will be one of the memory
she'll remember forever.
