Part V- "Music"
Indeed, they were able to start a band called "Before Azoic" with three other members, as Beata played guitar - she learned from her brother how to play, so she was looking to improve her playing skills a little bit. Michelle looked at it as a joke, thinking they had no chance and would give up quickly.Although it was really hard to change the way she lived till then, Amadea still tried to fix at least something, so she found a job in the city and rented an apartment to be closer for rehearsals. She became more and more close with Beata, so they soon became part of each other's everyday lives. Amadea accompanied Beata, Beata supported Amadea.
With the band the situation was favourable - they were lucky enough for the audience to like their music even though they hadn't been fully rehearsed yet, but over time it was improving and they became a real metal band.
Amadea was completely different on stage; When she went out in front of the audience people would forget that she was a short frightened girl, she would then get indescribable energy and no longer care if she was worthy of that stage, but would lose herself among the notes. That wasn't the case off stage, there it was same as usual. On stage she felt as powerful as a sorceress, believing that music was the power with which she created the world she believes in and with which she warned of danger. Luckily, other members shared her enthusiasm and it was felt in the audience, which increasingly supported them.
Michelle soon realized he was wrong, especially since his band wasn't as successful as they used to be, even with the new singer, but he refused to admit it to his sister, so he pretended that everything was under control and that they were doing great.
In the evening, the park; Amadea sits alone drinking a bottle of red wine, Beata calls her on the phone, a little worried.
Beata (after Amadea answers): "So where are you, man, you don't answer all day! I just wanted to see if you were okay. Where the hell are you?" Amadea: "I'm in the park... Come if you want. Just so you know, I drank the wine completely, you have to get more if you want us to drink together. It's so pleasant here." Beata (nervous): "I'm coming, but to take you home. Don't you dare to go anywhere." Amadea: "I'm waiting for you in the park and bring another bottle, this one is not strong enough." Beata: "You're not going to see that happen. Sit where you are, I'll be there."
Amadea (when she saw Beata): You didn't have to bother, really, I'm not drunk at all." Beata: "But alcohol puts you to sleep, just enough to lose control and go out on the street and get hit by a car or..." Amadea (stops her): "Hey, nothing would happen to me. I was planning on going to the apartment. Man, I hate apartments, so many people are constantly over your head or under you, want it or not you have to be part of that community. Plus if you have a gossip in the building... It's like being on a reality show. You know who went to whom, when he left, if there was any noise, you can't even play the music a little louder because it bothers someone. If it wasn't for these performances and rehearsals I'd go crazy, you can't even sing normally in apartment." Beata: "We had that problem for the guitar, there's always something bothering someone. (takes her by hand) Let's go slowly." Amadea: "Let's go. (gets up) You're struggling too much with me. I'm used to dealing with things on my own, it's weird when someone's around, specially for the long term." Beata: "I have no doubt about that. Since you've avoided people for the past few years, this is also a great success." Amadea (moves a little further): "It's all too much for me in a few months. This is too sudden change." Beata: "If it hadn't been for that change you'd probably be dead by now, I don't know how long you could have endured it." Amadea (looking at the sidewalk): "It would be one fool on the planet less." Beata (looks at her): "That fool, as you call her, means a lot to me. Please don't insult her because it makes me deeply saddened." Amadea: "I will try to restrain myself. I'm sorry to exaggerate." Beata (smiles mildly): "Don't apologize, I understand. Come. (Gives her a hug) You can be yourself with me because I like your personality. I mean, all your personalities I've met so far. (laughs) I hope you're all right with all mine."
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Crimson Blue Snow
General FictionStarted as a story of love... Finished in my style. ❄Amadea spent her life in complete isolation, tucked away by the melodies and voices of the performers who represented all the interaction with the people she needed. Beata, a girl from a nearby to...