Oh mon Dieu! - Damiano David

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June, 2018

     The day continued with more pool games and drinks. All of them were on the verge of drunks if they did not ingest some food in their bodies. Luckily, Margot had everything plated and ready to be brought out. Damiano being the gentleman he is, he went to help Margot to get some one-on-one time with her, which was a success. As soon as they were out of the sight of everyone, they looked at each other and it was like they knew what they both wanted. Damiano made big steps towards her, trapping her between his body and the kitchen counter, his hands on her face bringing her closer to him while pushing her with his body. Her hands automatically went to his waist, feeling his cold yet hot skin on her fingertips. Both were in their swimming gear. Damiano wearing swimming trunks and Margot wearing a cute two peace red swimsuit. Droplets of water fell from his long-wet locks fell on her face as he felt her cold soft lips on his enveloping them in a passionate kiss. A kiss that both craved all day. Their hand moved fast yet too slow for their speed. His hands travelled to her neck and then embracing her in a tight hug that brought them even closer together, every inch of their bodies touching. Her hands moved from his waist, slowly travelling up his back, one of the stayed there while the other moved to his front as she snaked her hand to hold his stubbly, cold cheek. Both could not get enough of the kiss

When they broke off the kiss, their foreheads were glued together, still embracing each other and panting lowly from the lack of air they experienced while sharing that intimate kiss. "Hello gorgeous." – Damiano whispered to her, only audible for her. "Hello mon bonheur." – she whispered back. He let out a breathy chuckled. "What does that mean?" – he asked her, whispering, again. "I guess you would have to learn French to find out!" – she smirked and winked at him as she parted with him and started to take things out of the fridge. He observed her with a smirk wondering what the hell is happening with his emotions from this girl. "But what if I cannot learn French? Will you tell me then?" – he asked. She just shook her head no. "What if I say pretty, please with a cherry on top?" – he cocked an eyebrow as he went up to take things from her hand so she can fetch everything else. She shook her head no, again. "Let's say I am dying and my last dying wish is for you to tell me what that means?" – he persisted. "Oh mon Dieu Damiano, are you really going to waste a dying wish on that?" – she exclaimed and laughed while pausing to look him in the eyes. "Everything for you!" – he smirked as his eyes challenged her. She just rolled her eyes and walked away from him, to bring out the food for the hungry brood.

On today's menu, with the help of Vittoria, Margot that morning prepared mainly summer French food like salmon rillettes, tomato Bouillabaisse with basil rouille, shellfish and potatoes a la Mariniere, white bean tapenade, and of course the main part of every meal, the dessert which was a frozen chocolate mousse she prepared the night before and froze overnight. The whole band indulged in the food in front of them, glasses now full of lemonade instead of cocktails. Giggles and belly laughs were heard from the table of musicians as they were enjoying their time together. Margot did not even want to think about when she would leave this group of people which made her feel a little down. Maybe she should leave when they would leave, but when are they leaving? She did not want to bring the mood of the table down with that question. Maybe she should wait until there is a more intimate moment. The band has not thought about her departure, nor it fell on their mind. But it did on Damiano's.

Everything was so fresh, so new, they barely knew each other for a week at that point, and he was already thinking about her leaving this safe heaven. He did not want to think about separating from her and them being in different countries. He wanted to enjoy the time being with her, until she was gone. Gone... she will be physically, but he will always carry her in his heart. She left a mark on him. Even if it was a few days that they have met ago. He anted to write poems about her, he wanted to dedicate every single note he sang to her.

"I am so glad Ethan was grumpy for coffee that day that we met you Margi, because if we did not, we would not have met you. So, I think this deserves a toast." – Vic announced and raised her glass of lemonade. "Here is to a wise, kind, gentle, generous, and sexy... but enough about me! Here is to us, and our new friendship. Bottoms up!" – she cheered, and all of them clicked their lemonade glasses together. Damiano and Margot keeping their eyes on each other a little longer than the rest, communicating through that stare. This was a toast to their blossoming feelings. This was a toast to them.

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The weather was unbearably hot to walk towards the ice cream shop for the group to get some. The pool seemed like a better option to pass the time until dinner. Everyone was a degree tipsier than lunch, all of them were sitting on the corner of the pool, basking in the heat. Thomas was the only one fully in the water with his head resting on Vic's legs as she was doing small braids in his hair while talking to the rest. All of them had a pair of sunglasses to protect them from the sun. Hair partly wet from them constantly splashing it with pool water and it is drying immediately. "Margi, you need to come with us when we go to Rome!" – Ethan said to Margot. "What is in Rome?" – she asked curiously. She had already seen Rome hundreds of times with her family. She enjoyed the city. "We have a gig in a week. We can fulfil our part of the deal as well! You hear us playing, and then we can hear you singing!" – Thomas informed and reminded her. This sparked Damiano's interest. "Yeah, you need to play for us!" – Ethan agreed. "I want to play for you, but I want to play you brand new music when I actually come up with something that clicks together!" – Margot answered with a hint of sad frustration in her voice.

"What if we sat together and wrote? It usually helps us when we all sit together and write. It will be a good way to bounce of each other for ideas and melodies!" – Vic suggested. Margot gave it a thought. She had never written together with anyone, not even her dad. Her dad always wrote by himself, he never had a team of people around him to tell him things. All his songs were from the heart, and so were hers! "It is worth a shot, I have never written with anyone before!" – she told them, feeling a little excited about it. It was a new experience for her, hopefully a helpful one in terms of her getting somewhere with her music. She already had two albums out, this will be her third one. Her management was pressuring her in coming up with a single just to tease her fans about it and for it to top charts. She was a known name in the French music industry, but her team wanted her to go beyond that. Her dad had a successful career around France and parts of Europe and was happy with his success. Margot was happy with whatever if she got to share her craft.

Damiano was looking forward to this, he was beyond excited and ready for their writing session together. he felt like he could get to know her more if she wrote with them. "What language do you write in?" – Ethan asked. "I usually write in English, but if I really want to express myself, I write in French. It just feels more personal to me when I write my music in French. That is the language I was first thought how to speak, and I speak it every single day. It the language of romance and passion. But English is what my management wants me to write it!" – she told them. Margot further explained what her management aims for her, and they totally understood that. Their current manager was fantastic, she was doing everything in her power to spread the word about them even further across, while Margot already had a name for herself due to her father, but they understood that as well! She was her own person; she was Margot and deserved to be know amongst people like it.

The band knew she was an awesome musician. Ethan together with Vic had done an extensive research on her, and Margot being the only daughter of a famous French musician, they were able to find a lot of information about her. Mainly from French terribly translated tabloids who were struggling to write anything with her name in the headline. They stalked her social media posts that were very aesthetically pleasing from her music and travels because of her music. She was a name in France, and she was making her way across Europe, as well! Ethan sat and observed Vic while they did the research, as Thomas joined them later and wondered how can one girl enchant his friends like this? Ethan found her interesting for completely different reasons than what the other three had found her. He thought she was an enigma. She was so private yet so open with them. There was only so much he knew about her, but he had no desire to know more about her as the other three, all with separate reasonings. Ethan saw her as a potential close friend that he can share experiences with, but he was not into getting to know her story that much. He knew the basics, she was 18, she was a singer, she has a father, grandmother, and grandfather, she lives in Paris and has a cat named Diggory. She loved music and she loved food. That is all he needed to know. Her past is none of his business.