chapter 8

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Tini's pov

??: A beautiful girl like you shouldn't cry

*I looked up and faced a male figure standing at my table. I quickly wiped off my tears so I could see him better. He's tall, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a warm smile with dimples*

??: Can I sit here?

T: Yeah, sure...

??: My name is Jorge Blanco by the way.

T: I'm Martina Stoessel. You can call me Tini

J: So, Martina, why were you crying?

T: I-

*Overwhelmed by emotions, I was about to tell him the truth. About traveling in time. But I stopped myself in time.*

T: I'm new here and... I don't have money or a place to sleep

J: Is that what's bothering you? You seem like a good person... hold on

*He went to his friends who sang on the stage before. They talked about something and then looked at me. After a while, they all came to me. I wiped my red face quickly so I could seem at least a bit put together.*

J: Can you sing?

T: I- yes, I'm a singer

J: Could you please sing something on the stage?

T: There?

*I pointed at the stage surprised*

T: Can I?

J: Yes, of course

*With uncertain steps, I went on the stage and sat at the piano that was there. Jorge and his friends were all sitting at the table, watching me curiously. I haven't been this nervous in a long time...*

T: No, one knows what it's like, behind these eyes, behind this mask

I, wish we could rewind, and turn back time to correct the past

Oh baby I wish I could tell you, how I feel but I can't 'cause I'm scared too,

Oh boy I wish I could say...

*I finished singing an playing, a wave of sudden excitement making me smile. When I turned my head to the audience, all the guests were clapping hands, cheering on me. It feels as good as when I am on stage back home. I headed back to the table where Jorge and his friends were smiling, approving of my performance.*

J: You can live with us.

T: Really? Thank you!

*I am really going to a strangers' house. But do I have another choice? No. At worst case scenario, I will run away and sleep on a bench outside.*

T: But... why did you want me to sing?

J: Let's go home, we will explain everything

*He said, offering me his arm to go home. A gentleman.*

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