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Chapter 2 - Save me

After reading this chapter I suggest listening to "Save me" and then "One Little Lie" by Frida. You're welcome ;)

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Chapter 2:

"Good morning, Agnetha!"
Called Eric, her songwriter, as she came through the door. They had arranged to meet today to discuss how Agnetha envisioned the song. They already had a title "Save me." The rest was still written in the stars..

This song was the last thing that was missing and in a few days they were already going to release the album. Actually, most of the album had already been finished in November last year. But when Agnetha came up with the idea for this song, she knew she had to have it on the album, no matter how short notice. And especially with the thought that maybe she would hear it. Although Agnetha was pretty sure she wouldn't hear it.

"I'm going to get a quick coffee and I'll be right with you, Eric."

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"So, what exactly did you have in mind?"
They sat at a large round table. Both sheets of paper and pens on it, as well as the still steaming cup of coffee. "I've been thinking... Well.. You know.. that feeling when you feel like you're the only one suffering? You don't feel understood by the world and the only person who did has left you?"
"Mhh... I see."
"You feel like that person is living a wonderful life and doesn't think about you for one bit. You find yourself talking to the person inside of your mind. You feel almost like wanting to beg..."
It poured out of the blonde woman as if she hadn't talked to anyone in years.

"You want to forget the person and yet you hear and see rumours everywhere, as if they are haunting you."
Eric stared at her and raised an eyebrow.
"This isn't about Björn, is it?"
Agnetha looked at him in horror. "What, I... No. I mean. Mhhh. Maybe, yeah. I guess? But please keep it to yourself for god's sake."
"You guess? What rumours?"

Maybe she had went too far with this description. When Agnetha didn't answer, he added.
"I haven't read or heard about him for a while, actually. But surely it's about him? Or what other such famous boyfriend did you have?"
He grinned mischievously to cut trough the tension and make her less uncomfortable. Eric was a nice man and she knew she could confide a lot in him. But not that. Definitely not this. She was not allowed to seem suspicious. And even if that meant she would have to make him think this was about her ex husband. She had to take it. Why on earth did everyone think she was still crying about him anyway?
"Mhh maybe you've just been reading the wrong magazines."

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"Before I forget."
Agnetha was already standing with one foot in the door when Eric called her back once more.
"I know it's still some time away, but I already wanted to ask you. Are you definitely going to do a promotional tour for the new album?"
"Uhm. Actually, yes. Yes I am."
"What do you think about London? I think they would love your album there."
It hit her like a blow to the head. How could this innocent, beautiful city, that had done absolutely nothing wrong to her alone trigger such an emotional outburst in her. She would have liked to just leave the room without a word now. Everything seemed to spin slightly and the hand that was still on the door knob began to get sweaty.
"No."
Was all she could say.
"No?"
Eric seemed utterly confused at her cold, sharp tone.
"Why not?"
"No. Most of the countries in Europe we had discussed are okay. As long as I don't have to fly too often. But London, no! I'm not going there."
And without another word she left the room.

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Agnetha refusing to go to London was in fact something that happened...