"What are you thinking about? You seem spaced out?" Bojan asked me as we were walking down the street back to our hotel both of us tired as hell but still laughing at the most stupid and random things telling each other stories from our childhood.
"Today Erik messaged me,"
"Oh, is Erik your boyfriend?" He asked me and I bursted out laughing.
Erik my boyfriend? Please don't do that to me. I mean I love him but no, never.
"What is so funny?" He asks again in his Slovenian accent starting to laugh with me.
It's strange our laughs feels like an addictions to me. He makes me smile and whenever I am around him I feel like everything will turn out great.
What a strange feeling.
"He is my childhood friend and my music editor, he sent me my song earlier today saying he just finished editing it and I'm thinking if I should release it or rather not," I tell him and he nods.
"Could you do me a favour?" I stop walking and look in him.
"Sure anything,"
"Could you listen to that song and tell me your honest opinion about it but please be brutally honest,"
"Sure," he replied and I smiled taking out my phone and playing him the song.
He is the third person to ever hear the song and I really hope it's good it's a very personal song about escaping the judgement of others and being who you want to be I also tried to somehow reflect the situation with my parents but not to make it into a ballad.
