"Moonshine sounds lovely right now."
"Then it's your lucky day, I'm right here baby."
"No, silly. I want the real stuff, alcohol, absolutely not you."
PSA
I barely know anything about ESC, even though I'm from Europe and has watched ever since I can...
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
I put my head against the cold stonewall and press the phone against my ear. Closing my eyes I ignore how the beeping makes my ears go numb and my head hurt.
I tug at the silky shirt I'm wearing, wishing that I could take it off as it's sticking uncomfortably to my skin.
"You have reached the pho-"
"Dammit Dakota." I curse, going back to his profile in my contact list and once again try to call him.
The guy left 7 missed calls in the span of fifteen minutes and now he's not answering?
I press the phone to my other ear this time, locating it between my shoulder and ear as I start removing the gold rings from off my finger, everything on my body was sitting uncomfortably. I wanted it all off
"Valencia." Someone breathes from the other end and I still at the voice, now holding my phone with my hand.
"You called me, seven times." I say, still in a dazed state from what happened not even two hours ago.
"I know, I just wanted to know how you were doing and then you weren't picking up - so..." A cheeky response states from the other line.
I let out an airy laugh that feels slightly sore in my throat. My eyes slightly drooping, feeling safe as I hear the voice of my beloved best friend.
"Dakota, we've talked about this - I thought something had happened, that you urgently needed to be in contact with me. You called me seven times in like what? Fifteen minutes for Christ's sake!" I grumble.
A laugh is heard from Dakota and the sound of someone shuffling around. "Well seeing how you're doing is important and a matter of urgency too, especially after I saw your interview."
"They already released that, huh?" I mumble into the phone, now tracing the pattern on the wall, my finger following the shapes softly to distract myself from falling asleep then and there. The light in the room giving it too much of a cozy purple glow.
"Yeah. But you should know how proud I am of you, you did not only flame that woman but you were also professional."
"I had a panic attack, Kota. I barely got off stage and I haven't had one of those since I was sick." I scratch my forehead remembering the days I would spend in the hospital with drip in my arm, laying in a bed besides my best female friend.
"And that's okay. I'm still proud of you." The line goes dead for a second and I can also imagine his smile on the other end, the soft smell of hot chocolate making it's imaginary way into my senses as if remembering Dakota directly by my side, wrapped in his arms as his hands stroke my hair.
