The Write Thing

Chapter 18

The following days had clearly shown how eager I was to work on my goal. There isn't a day I wouldn't think about what I told Rafa. And I was serious about it. I've been going to his apartment, sending him my works but he would always tell me the same thing. He would decline it, sometimes he wouldn't even take his time to look at it.  Which gives me reason to work harder.

It's kinda fun actually. I enjoyed how I'm being challenged as it helps me gain and improve my writing. But then at some point, I cannot deny the fact that it really is so damn tiring sometimes as everything's been going on almost the same. I believe I've never had hard time writing songs before. I could easily write down everything I want to write in just a day or two. But not until I met these people who showed me how things should work.

Sometimes, I thought to myself maybe I can't really make him sing or I won't be able to write that one song I know I could make him sing. But that's not something I want to give up that easily. Maybe my writing isn't really the issue here anymore. Maybe it's just that I can't really make him sing like how I want to happen. But not like I'm gonna let that happen. I've taken so much risk already and Rafa's not gonna be the one to take it down.

It's past ten in the evening when I arrived at the same bar I've been with Charlie and Bea before. I was alone. I decided to be alone for tonight. Not only that my friends had been so busy lately but because I thought I could give myself time, since the past few days had become so tiring as I also had to deal with some other things.

Unlike the first time I was here, I quickly ordered a glass of tequila as soon as I settled on the bar counter. It just felt a little weird being alone in a place you've only been once. And the fact that drunk people are everywhere inside this room makes it even more weird. But I guess being weird is a part of adulting.

As soon as I got my order, I quickly take a sip of it like a pro. For a moment I haven't really thought about how bad it taste until I realize the aftertaste. But less for my concern.

Moments later I started hearing a noise coming from the back but I did not pay attention, and just focus on my drink.

I'm sure it's just one of those drunk people never fails to cause a scene. As they would always do when they have had enough of alcohol.

"That was him."

"I wonder what happened to him. He looks different now."

"Sure he is. He used to looked so good but then he looks... terrible now."

It was not my intention to overhear what these two girls was talking when they take a seat beside me. They seemed to be talking about something I would expect from girls who would talk shit about people when they're not around them.

"But he still looks good though, I must say. I mean, Rafael Sanders could pull any styles."

I almost choke myself when I heard the mention of Rafa's name. The girls sitting next to me didn't seemed to notice I almost spit the liquid out my mouth as they keep chatting among themselves.

So it was Rafa these girls were talking about the whole time. And by that being said, it only made me intentionally want to hear more from their gossip. Not like I have other things I could entertain myself tonight.

"Don't you think he's onto something?" The girl in red dress asked the other girl in black dress.

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you think about it? He and his band just disappeared from the media in just like a snap. No one knows what happened to them. Not even a hint. And then one day, Rafa just surprised everyone with how he looks now."