What If (What if I loved you)

Chapter 1

"Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness." - Desmond Tutu

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In a thrilling twist of fate, my lifelong dream is about to come true as I prepare to start on this extraordinary journey. The idols I've admired and looked up to for years have extended a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to work as their translator. As I walk to the building, a mix of excitement and nervousness courses through me. I imagine myself as the bridge between Idols and their fanbase, deleting the language barriers that once stood in the way. With my passion for languages and an unbreakable bond with these idols, I am determined to make their interactions genuine, fluid, seamless and authentic. I'm acutely aware of what stepping into this role means and about the immense responsibility that rests on my shoulders. I have to convey not only words, but the emotions and intentions that accompany them. With a heart brimming, gratitude and anticipation, I am ready to embark on an adventure that promises to make my dreams into reality, forging connections that transcend boundaries and language barriers.

As I enter, I can't help but open my mouth wide open. Even though I've been here before, I can't help but be surprised by the luxury. In front of me stands a large, sober entrance, white as snow and almost as silent as the space itself, even though dozens of people are rushing to work. The smell of the freshly washed floor, the huge light fittings, which seem to be made of crystal, just hit me. Why would anyone put crystal in a room that anyone could walk into? At that moment, I felt really stupid asking myself that question. This is a multimillion euro company, this is certainly not the most expensive thing in there.
I approach the reception desk almost mechanically, still totally amazed by the place. The sound of a keyboard being aggressively typed next to me snaps me out of my dreams. In front of me, a lady taps her foot, clearly annoyed that I'm keeping her waiting. She's brunette, has blue eyes, pretty but fake freckles, and from what I can see as she's sitting on a chair, she's wearing a very elegant black outfit. Probably worth more than my monthly salary. Behind her angry expression, I can see worry in her eyes. As if I was a lost child, abandoned in the middle of the neighbourhood by my parents.

"Oh excuse me", I can't help saying into my moustache, very ashamed to be wasting her time. "Hell..."
"What are you doing here?" she says curtly, cutting me off without even saying hello.

I don't know what I did to her to make her talk to me like that, but I'm not her friend, so she'll have to calm down a bit. I'm in no way responsible for her moods. If things aren't going well in her life or at work, she can leave the stupid boyfriend or girlfriend she's dating or quit her job. The second option would be the best, at least I wouldn't have to see her face again. I know I should never judge people based on their first impressions, but I can't help hating the person she is right now. It's really stupid and childish of me. Of course, I'd never tell her that because I'm too afraid of the consequences that might take.

Well I'm clearly not trying to make a good impression, maybe if I try a little harder she'll become a little nicer. She's probably just having a bad day, like a lot of people, I can't blame her for that.

"Well, I work here, and..."
Kit why are you stressing, it's gonna be fine. All I have to do is explain that it's my first day, and that I don't know where to go. But without realising it, my lungs are speeding up, my breathing is becoming more and more laboured, and my vision is blurred: I can't see anything but a white cloud in front of me. Fuck, am I really having a panic attack? Right here, in the middle of this entrance. I guess this new job is stressing me out more than I wanted to admit. Come on, I've got to calm down and think clearly. After a few seconds everything is back in order, and just as I'm about to speak, the secretary, who's more than a little annoyed now, speaks up.
"I don't think you work here", she says suspiciously, "I've never seen you before", she finishes, clearly embarrassed by my presence here. And then all of a sudden she scream: "Security!"