KISS THE RING ☆ Taylor Hawkins

32. Bizarre Love Triangle

Hurricane Festival, Germany, June 20, 1998.

To complete that day they only needed a microphone that gave problems, like the whole service of that Festival. Dumb at the opening was more than spot on, sung all in one breath while the redhead stared intently at the service guys placed in the audience, directly in front of her station as they tried to fiddle with their buttons. Diane had to scream for most of the set, only calming down during Not My Idea, when she decided to pay homage to New Order by citing Temptation: "Oh, you've got green eyes. Oh, you've got blue eyes. Oh, you've got grey eyes." Words that made her smile tenderly, putting a hand to her ear to adjust the headset as she looked down at her feet. The last time she sang that piece of the song was almost a year before, when, during their last English tour, she and Taylor were in Primrose Hill and, the singer, in a playful way, got ready to scan the eyes of the blond who reluctantly lowered the sunglasses over his nose. "What?" He asked before smiling softly at her, stroking her face while the redhead was still busy scrutinizing his irises. "Do you have blue eyes!?" Squinting, Diane approached to his face lifting her head from the boy's things she was lying on. "Oh, no, I think they're green." Taylor laughed at her at her statements, leaving his face in his hands as the distance between the two was becoming more and more imperceptible. "No, they're gray."-"Come on, Diane. You did it just to mention New Order." The girl parted her lips, showing him a mock offended expression before she burst out laughing with him, nodding her head and then letting herself be gently kissed by the drummer.

After the last few days spent with him, in Los Angeles, in a not-so-pleasant situation, they both thought that maybe that break would be good for their couple. Before Foo Fighters left for the US tour, Dave and Diane had time to spend an afternoon together in Venice Beach, which hasn't happened for a long time now. He himself was the first to advise her to live the relationship with more tranquility and lightness. "You know, you can see that both of you are really into each other, let's say you've never hidden it." Stated the singer before taking the spoon, belonging to his ice cream in a cup, to his mouth. "Foxy, I've never seen you like this. Trust me. Not even when you were dating that other guy..." With ice cream still in his mouth, Dave selflessly points somewhere with his arm. "Izzy." The redhead, with her arms crossed over her chest, shook her head before rolling her eyes. "Yea, that guy. And then I would also say to cut the constant phone calls you make to each other even to tell you the slightest bullshit." Dodging the hand that was coming from the singer, Dave started laughing at her gesture before starting to pick up even the last drop of ice cream that was left in the cup. "It's absolutely not true, we don't talk that often. Besides, you're just jealous, Eric."

"Those dickheads of the service will hear me later." Diane squeezed the microphone in her hands holding it away from her mouth, then turning to Butch who tried not to laugh to keep keeping time on the hi-hat. As soon as the lights went down on the stage and the loop with the moans of the redhead began to come out of the speakers, she placed the microphone on the pole, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down, watching her right foot go up and down as if it was keeping time. "I would die for you. I've been dying just to feel you by my side... to know that you're mine." Bringing a hand back to the microphone, Diane begins to sing and as always scans the audience in front of her, especially to avoid Dave's gaze who hadn't left her even for a second from the start of the set. That afternoon she basically only had time to do two things: : talk to Taylor on the phone and tell him, making him a little jealous, of how she had the opportunity to talk and spend time with Iggy Pop who was going to play that same evening shortly after Garbage, and go to pick up Dave at the airport. Waving her right hand in the air, she placed herself on her toes to make the guitarist notice her in the distance. "Precious, honey. You know we've already been to Scotland, right?" The singer pointed to the kilt worn by her friend who burst out laughing, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose before placing the suitcases on the ground to hug her. "This is a statement, honey." After loosening their embrace, Dave puts his hands on her shoulders without taking the smile off his lips. "What about you? A few weeks have passed, but I must say that the air of the old continent is good for you!"