02 | night out

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++++ she said in my heart and in my head

tell me why this has to end, oh no ++++

ATLANTIS seafret

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"Senna! You never told me you were back in Amsterdam!" Martin Garrix shouted over her phone speaker as Senna winced. She was in the middle of a cold bath at home after training. She really hated ice baths, but cold showers and baths were always welcome by her.

"Sorry, I did not know that I had to report to you everywhere I am." She rolled her eyes at her old friend.

They had probably one of the funniest connections. Growing up, the two had the same music teacher. So they would perform at the same recitals, and became close friends from there. Despite the seven year age gap, they still hung out constantly; and even would perform duets with one another.

"Well you know now. How long are you here for?" Martin asked. He was one of the few Dutch people who enjoyed speaking another language. Martin always adored the English culture, and was actually the one to teach Senna as a child.

"I'm leaving right after my game so... next Thursday." Senna paused to think as she stood up from the bath and began to drain it.

"Hold up, are you in the bath?" Martin chuckled and Senna only hummed as she wrapped a towel around herself.

"Yes, and?" Senna tested him but he only laughed a bit.

"Alright then. Listen, you're coming to my concert but don't worry; I am coming to Miami with you." He sounded overjoyed and she was shocked.

"Really? Now how'd someone like you afford tickets?" Senna mocked him as she ran a hand through her hair. It was unnecessarily hard because of the fact that there were no mirrors in the house. Something that Senna was insistent on, and which her roommates obliged without question.

"Oh come on, you don't make that much money. Plus, you know this already, Max is my sugar daddy!" Martin reminded her as he heard her groan at the words once again.

"Please don't say that again." Senna complained, her accent growing impossibly stronger.

"Fine, fine. But only if you come to my show tonight." Martin reasoned and folded his arms, which Senna couldn't see of course.

"Okay, but I'm not preforming with you." She already knew that would be his next question.

"Sugar dad-"

"Fine! One song." Senna shouted to cut him off. It didn't really work though, as he was not yet satisfied.

"-dy-" he finished and Senna yelled at him.

"It's your fucking show, not mine!" The driver shouted at him in Dutch and Martin just about fell over laughing. Senna sat down on a chair though with her arms folded and a frown on her face.

"Yeah, but you and your Eurovision crown can join me at any time." Martin said as the girl rolled her eyes.

"What time is it?" Senna looked down to her phone to see the current time.

19:46

She started putting her clothes back on. Just a casual outfit to last at home. But a casual outfit for her looked quite funny. She wore a Red Bull hoodie with Ajax joggers underneath.

"You're coming! Oh my god, I'll text you everything!" Martin practically squealed with joy.

"You sound like a small child." Senna admitted but Martin ignored her.

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