Not Acid Nor Alkaline ~ Sleep Token FF ~

12.Muse

'Sorry, I need to check something real quick.', I excused myself and left Abby in the kitchen. I quickly went to my room and started my laptop to look what might be on the usb stick.

Was he really here? But why?
The same way he fascinated me, he scared me sometimes.

It finally came to my mind he must know my adress because of the information I had left on the page.
I really hope he wouldn't turn out to be a stalker.

I found an mp3 file on the stick and started it. (Jaws by Sleep Token)

I'm not the saviour you long for?
Show me what you've lost?
Show me what wounds you've got?
Show me love?

Tears filled my eyes and the first one started to find its way down my cheek. I was blown away by the voice that was full of emotions.
Whoever he had written this song for, he had a lot of feelings for this person.

But why did he send me this usb stick? And which information did he want to give me?
Why was my opinion so important to him?
I really had no clue.

I stopped the music and try to calm myself. I needed to dry my tears before returning to Abby.

I really wished to know what he had in plan.

Vessel's POV:

Again I was sitting in the rehearsal room, or in other words, my home.
I just had this room to work on my music. This was all I got here in London.

After leaving the envelope in Emma's mailbox and us bumping into each other, I had a meeting in the record studio before I returned home.

I was worrying about the incident with Emma. I wanted to stop, I wanted to turn around and say sorry. I didn't want to hurt her. But I was in a hurry, I didn't want to be seen as well.
Was she ok?

Did she have a look in her mailbox? Had she already listened to the song?
I needed to have more patience.
I needed to take it slow myself.

So I distracted myself with making music, whatelse should I do? I had nothing in my life except for music anymore.

A couple of hours later, it was already dark outside, I decided to send a message to Emma with the number we used on the business cards.

Did you get my message?

I put my phone away and starred at the ceiling. I tried to concentrate myself on my regular breathing.

Would she even answer?
Or did I already scare her away?

But just a few minutes later I got a reply.

I got your message, and song.

Why did she answer like that? It was so short and neutral. I quickly replied, I wanted to know how she felt about it:

Were you delighted?

Another minutes went by uneventfully until she answered me.

Whoever you wrote this song for, this person can be lucky.

Isn't she realising it is her I wrote this song for?
I hope she'd know it as soon as we'd meet again.
So I send her an invitation right away:

I promised you information.
I want to invite you.
Tuesday 9 pm Asylum Road.
You will find enlightenment.

My feet began trembling nervously, waiting for her answer.
I stood up and sat down at the piano and opened my book. I needed to let my emotions out. And there was no better way than making music. She began to be my muse.