And They Told Me I Couldn't Act

TAKE 26

WHEN YOU STAY in someone's home, you'd expect to run into them. And it's true - I did run into Harry frequently the first time, but I've never stayed with Harry before a single's release. I never stayed with Harry when he had to work. 

True to Harry's word, the following day I don't see him. He dashed off to the recording studio and left me without even a note. I'm forced to order my breakfast and lunch myself and entertain myself.

And I do. I snoop around his house, watch Netflix on his huge TV and also some of the recaps of his Idol season. 

I finally catch a glimpse of him in the evening with two boxes held out in his strong arms, the brown with red design tells me quickly it's my favourite type of food - Chinese. 

He's in a loose white shirt, some dark loose slacks and a grey belt. I'm starved since his fridge was filled with barely anything - and by barely anything I mean vegetables, and some cut fruit. I practically pounce on the Chinese offered, taking it to an already waiting table. I don't bother with cutleries using the paper chopsticks they offered.

Harry frowns and settles in beside me taking what's left. "You didn't even ask me which one is yours," he accuses.

"You didn't even ask me what I wanted," I shoot back.

"I could have only bought for myself."

I roll my eyes. We both know it's a lie. He always bought me something to eat.

I don't know when this comfort has settled in between us. I know personal things about Harry Wolfe, like the way he expresses himself, the sarcastic quips, the angry comments, and the irritation in the way he pronounces his words. Granted, they're all negative emotions but to the world - Harry Wolfe is a man with a dazzling smile, angelic voice and all-around good-natured charm.

I can't help it.

I like knowing these things about him.

"Did you re-record the song?" I ask because I want to know every detail.

He glances up from his food, and smiles, "I did."

I wait.

He divulges more information as though sensing my urge to pry it out from him. "I re-recorded the album, everyone loves it."

I blink. Once and then twice.

"You did?"

He shrugs, "If I'm going to flop, let me flop for writing the songs I want to write as risky as they might be." Then he flushes, "I must re-think the music video."

"Music video?"

"Yeah, I was planning on doing a very safe one, but I think maybe I should try out the idea I have in my head."

"And what idea is that?"

Harry Wolfe hesitates, he glances away for a moment and then he glances at me, "I might as well shoot it by you first since you're not afraid to tell me if you think it's bizarre." He breathes in loudly, dramatically in a way that makes me feel a little flustered, "I was thinking of a visual of Eve and the Serpent."

I frown, trying to visualize it.

But Harry, beautiful brilliant Harry has the most beautiful visuals. It was a story of a serpent singing the words to the woman, asking if what they had was real, if it was something or if it was just poison barbs, misery and self-destruction.

It's risky, having Harry's voice coming out of a snake, the overall message feeling sinister. But fuck that, this is Harry Wolfe. "It's brilliant."

He blinks.