The Tortured Poets Department

You Belong With Me

For a week all I did was to record my music. To be honest it was exhausting, but the reward was that every night I spoke with Alexia. It felt amazing to finally have a friend that was not in the spotlight. A friend that I had gotten on my own, and not through music, even though we met at my concert.

For once the focus was not on me and my music, but it was on her and her games. We spent an hour after she played in the semifinal to discuss the game. She changed it to facetime, and I watched as she analysed it. I loved hearing her talk about the things she loved. Her knowledge was impeccable, and this reminded me of myself. How I analysed the lyrics I had written and every part of the finished song. The bad part was that I did not know anything about football and most of the things she said were too difficult for me to understand.

However, Alexia explained everything that I did not understand. Every call ended with butterflies in my stomach and with a big smile on my face. It was nice to have her as my friend. Most other people were only interested in what I did, but she wanted me to hear about her days too. We could talk for an entire night without even mentioning my day. I loved that.

I followed the same routine for my entire time in Stockholm. Five songs were recorded and finished, and now I was ready to fly to Madrid. It was time to watch another of Alexia's game. I was excited to see her play again. The last game had been fascinating and watching the love she had for the game made me even more excited.

The trip went well. With barely any turbulence. I continued to analyse the songs, taking notes on what I wanted to change, but it was not a lot at this time. I lived a life full of travel, and it was great that I could do some of my work while travelling. It was not on every flight that I worked, but it was on a few of them. It depended on my schedule and how much I had to do.

I arrived the hotel and checked in. A few minutes later I was inside my room, just to leave my bags. I left as soon as I got inside to go on a run through the city. Before I left, I had to change into a pair of biker shorts, a sports bra, a cap, sunglasses, and my favourite trainers. For the next hour I ran through the city, stopping at a small mercado to buy a bottle of water.

When I got back I had so many texts from Alexia. Our conversations had grown longer over the past weeks and having her as my friend was amazing. I mean I liked her more than I liked my friends, but I was sure she was straight. Asking someone if they were gay was never fun, and it was not necessary at this point, or at any point for that matter. I would wait until she said something and once I felt more comfortable with her I would tell her about my lesbianism.

The public did not know that I was into girls. It could ruin my career because of how judgemental people were. If I came out it would be for someone I loved and at this moment I was not ready for the world to know that I always had girlfriends. People were judgemental and narrow minded and was not ready for those people knowing about that. The hate I got for being a girl was bad enough.

Alexia
Have you landed yet?

Alexia
I want to see you before the game.

Alexia
Text me when you have landed!

Alexia
I am free from eight!

Alexia
Just text me a time and we can agree on a place.

Odette
I just need to shower and eat, but I can meet you afterwards.

Odette
How about we meet at either your hotel or mine?

Odette
I was on a run, that is why I did not respond.

Alexia
It sounds amazing Odette!