Symphony of Desire [Mature] ✔️

Chapter Two

"The bricks of my defenses scattered on the ground...
The moment I looked into your eyes you won me
It was over from the start you completely stole my heart." ~You Had Me From Hello, by Kenny Chesney 

CHAPTER TWO

Andray woke up when he felt a tongue licking his earlobe. Unfortunately, the tongue didn't belong to a woman he spent the night with, but it belonged to his dog, Ellie.

"Hmmm, I'm up. I'm up," he mumbled while petting Ellie's head. He blinked a few times, stood up, and went to the bathroom with Ellie following suit. "Get out, Ellie. I'm going to pee." Ellie just tilted her head, ears twitching. 

"You're not allowed to see my Willy. You're only four!" He shooed Ellie out and closed the door. He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and then went out of the bathroom. He fed Ellie and changed into a hoodie, a pair of sweatpants and running shoes. After putting Ellie on her leash, he grabbed her favorite ball and went out.

"Great. Just another day of my futile existence," he said with an exasperated sigh. He mumbled a 'morning' to the guard and then jogged with Ellie to the park. After a few minutes of jogging, he plopped down their usual park bench and played ball with Ellie. On their way home, they bought pancakes from the nearby McDonald's. After eating the pancakes, he rested for a short while and proceeded to take a shower.

Andray then continued with his daily routine which consists of him plopping down the couch, turning the TV on only to blankly stare at it, or him sleeping again and waking up when Ellie starts licking his face. Or maybe he'll be turning the TV on again, or he'll be getting his laptop to aimlessly scroll through the stuff in the internet, or maybe he'll be grabbing a good book to read.

Basically, this was how he's been living for the past three years—a bachelor's life, as some called it. He'd wake up, do his daddy duties to Ellie, and then wander aimlessly around his apartment, looking for something to do and finding nothing. He'd cook lunch, feed himself and Ellie, and then sleep through the whole afternoon or do random stuff. Then he'd cook dinner, feed himself and Ellie, watch TV, read a book, or surf the internet again, then sleep, wake up and then do the same thing. Nothing interesting was happening to his life these days— or for the past three years, after he stopped writing music.

Music had been his life. Had been. Until sh!t hit the fan and everything went rolling downhill, he thought bitterly. No, I mustn't remember that piece of sh!t. He turned the TV on and watched a re-run of Breaking Bad.

Jesse Pinkman was yelling 'Where's my money, b!tch?' when his phone rang.

"Andray, you're going tonight, right?" his long-time bestfriend, Fred, said on the other line.

"Tonight? Yeah, I'm definitely going to bed tonight," Andray retorted.

"You idiot! Tonight is the opening of Acropolis, it's at 9 pm. You promised me that you'll come."

Damn, Andray thought. He totally forgot about that. "You know I'm no fun at parties." He loathed parties. He's an introvert who would rather write ten pages of sheet music than grind into some girl's ass while drinking beer from silly red cups.

"Hey, show some love for your best friend. And who says we're going to party? We're going to rave tonight, brother!" Fred exclaimed.

"Rave?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot that you've been living like a hermit these days."

He's indeed living like a recluse all this time.