After six months of not seeing each other, Alex and Elizabeth finally have a chance to be reunited at Avril Lavigne's Bite Me Tour Laval date, however, it's not as easy as it seems.
The question is now, will that concert bring them together or offic...
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A series of Instagram pictures has Elizabeth maybe reconsidering your decision to go to the concert.
No one could tell that his relationship was on the rocks.
Not from the newest trilogy of Instagram posts, anyway.
All related to the Avril Lavigne tour in some way, each photo portrayed him as the typical touring musician, living his best life.
The first, captioned, "Bonjour" with a Canadian flag and shared from Jack showed the brunette in the main frame seating in the single-aisle seat of their plane that had recently landed at Jean-Lesage airport in Quebec City, sporting one of his typical expressions. Directly behind him were the other three members of All Time Low, Alex, Zach and finally, Rian, seated in that order, holding their own characters.
Alex, wearing yet another beanie, in particular, had his eyes shut closed and his teeth clenched into a square smile.
The second photograph, taken by Alex, respectively showcased Rian, Jack and Zach, walking with their backs to him, luggage in tow, through the highly illuminated "Departures" section of the Quebec airport. Included in the natural gap created between the first two members, were Alex's fingers, perfectly contoured to flip them secretly the bird.
Though not captioned, Alex had tagged in the upper corner, the band's account and under Rian's suitcase, as well as the guitarist and bassist's feet, their Instagram accounts.
The third, likewise taken by Alex was the most tourist-esque of all. Stamped with his location "Quebec, Quebec" and just as Jack had done it, included with an emoji of the Canadian flag, said picture held in its frame, a can of Molson Export Ale (trademarked as the official beer of the Montreal Canadians), along with a fork planted in a poutine plated in an aluminum container.
Seeing my country singlehandedly reduced to fries, curd cheese, gravy, and beer, I cringe, not unlike when I hear musicians say the overrated "Bonjour" or "Merci" when they perform in my hometown, a product of the town's unique bilingualism.
Tempted to remind him that Quebec's culinary culture extends beyond poutine, for instance, to include meat pie, smoked meat and "pets de soeur," literally translating to "nun farts" but meaning cinnamon roll looking pastries that are made from leftover meat pie pastry, I nearly reach for my phone to text him, but then are hit with the obvious.
We were no longer on speaking terms.
That only begged a few questions, though.
Were these pictures, full of optimism, proof that we'd officially broken up? Just like that, without having the official "It's over" talk. Even more so, was this his way of secretly telling me that he'd fully removed me out of his life for good, more so, passed on to greener pastures, while fans just about fawned over new content?
Or, rather, were the pictures just part of the unspoken rules that Instagram put forth? That is, the superficial, the filtered, the perfectly curated content that only showed the glamorous or so-called candid aspect of a situation? Most often than not, said content was a far cry from the Instagrammer's reality.
From a more positive standpoint, could it have been that through these posts, Alex was simply being himself, by going through the motions of his unconventional job alongside his best mates, to share to the world the unique opportunities gifted to him for which he was grateful? Possibly, were the said posts a way for him to get his mind off troubles he'd need time to assess? Was, this, all in all, a form of personal healing, for all one knows, of therapy?
Tres difficult was the exact truth it seemed, for digital media was known the blur the meaning of communications in relationships.
But, given that mine, now fragile, was on the line, I was keen on correctly interpreting his intent.
(A/N)
Well, that was short and sweet, but a chapter I am proud of nonetheless! I never meant it for it to be long, and so this length feels perfect to me. Sometimes chapters that are written naturally feel like the best, such as this one.
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