Would It Help If I Bled? // Jann (ENG)

Chapter 3

-How did you got the idea to write your own music?- I asked Janek, when we were sitting in a cafe, where we went at Saturday's afternoon, to get to know eachother better and create some sort of a bond. After all, we are supposed to work together, so it would be nice to become friends.

-I always wanted to write my own songs, but as a child I didn't know how I want them to be, so for a good few years I've been gaining experience and here I am.- he smiled and took a sip of his flat latte with oat milk. 

-That's great, it's really cool you haven't gave up and followed your dreams.- I also smiled. 

-Remember, never give up.- I nodded my head in response.- And how did you start playing guitar?- he asked interested. 

-I once found a classical guitar at my grandma's house. I was probably around ten years old then. I started strumming the strings, but because I was a child, I had no idea what "playing a instrument" meant, but anyway I took it home with me. Obviously my mom didn't support the fact that I kept playing all day long except for studying, so I quickly gave up on it, and placed it somewhere in my room.- I stopped my monologue to take sip of my coffee.- Then, as I grew up, I fell in love with heavy music, and as I was sixteen, I started to learn how to play, completely by my own, without any teacher. And that's how I ended up drinking a coffee with you in this lovely cafe.- I laughed, which Jan mirrored. 

-Amazing, you already loved it as a child. I once heard that the thing you used to enjoy as a kid is something, you should carry on in a adult life, because it's meant for you. Just like with me singing, and you playing guitar.- he said while rising his cup.- And for that we will drink.- he laughed and we hit our cups to later take a sip. 

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We were sitting there for probably good four hours so we talked a lot. I found out about Janek's music backstage, his family, Fonobo friends, and about him in general. I also weren't staying behind and told him about my highschool, Laura and many other stuff. 

I have to admit that this afternoon was really sweet. Janek turned out to be an amazing human being. I loved our conversation, and we have a lot in common, for example our love for music, our honesty, that we treat our family's as priorities. And that we both just want to make our dreams come true.

-Hey, listen. Maybe you want to come to my house? I can cook something. I'm a great cook.- he asked after we paid for our orders.- Then we can watch something, anything you would like to watch.

-Sure, it's a good idea.

-So let's step to any shop first, so I can buy products to make food with, and... I'm inviting you over.- Jan smiled. 

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-Jesus, it was so good, I am literally so filled up with food that I don't think I'll be able to get my ass up until tomorrow.- I laughed and streched on a chair. I looked around his living room. The apartment is pretty decorated. The walls are white, but the furniture and floor are made from a dark wood. Everything is very aesthetic. And clean. I'm surprised that a man can be so tidy and care about keeping his place neat. 

-Well, you are lucky that you enjoyed my carbonara, otherwise I would get seriously offended.- he said seriously, which made me burst out laughing. He took both of our plates and placed them in a sink.- What are we watching?- Janek asked while peeking from behind the wall. 

-What about "Pulp Fiction"?

-Perfect, I'm gonna make a popcorn. 

-Nah, be serious man, do you have a fucking two stomachs? Where do you keep all that food in?- I laughed while entering his kitchen.