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{Concert 2} Chapter 9: The Bittersweet Moment

Concert 2

Chapter 3: The Bittersweet Moment

Bill tried not thinking about the girl that’d help him when no others would. He pretended that the want to call her was for nothing more than to show his gratitude. He tried not to think about the want, the need, to get in touch with her. He erased her number, told himself to forget it – forget her. Yet each night he found himself with his mobile in hand, trembling fingers over the keypad, her number on the tip of his tongue begging to be dialed.

He wished he had the courage to call her, thank her, and perhaps ask her out. But he was a coward; he would rather run away than face his problems head on, even problems with his twin, his soul mate.

Soon after moving his things to Gustav’s room, effectively moving rooms without Tom knowing, or so he thought, he went to a meeting with their manager; normal things, lyrics needed to be revised; music planned etc. When he returned to the room, however, he noticed a pair of shoes on the floor. Green with red stripes going down the sides, Tom’s shoes. At first he thought Tom was over visiting Gustav but soon it became apparent. Tom had Gustav switch rooms with him, like Bill had had George switch with him.

Eventually, exhausted to the point of delirium, Bill falls onto his bed and tried to sleep the anger off. The anger that usually sends his straight for the razor blade to relief some of the pressure he feels. Fingering the healing cuts on his arm, he remembers Mikah once more. Only this time, he doesn’t stop himself from dialing. He grabs his phone from his back pocket and dials the number he has memorized above all others.

He pauses before pressing the phone to his ear, holding his breath as it rings. After three rings, he all but gives up, convinced she wasn’t going to pick up. At the seventh ring, the one before the call gets sent to voicemail, plunges his heart to the ground. She’s busy, he tells himself. He closes his phone, ending the call, and rolls on his side. He begins to drift off, his body turning off as his mind begins to fall asleep, when the phone rings in his hand.

He opens it without thinking, and yawns as he presses it against his ear. He hears his yawn being reciprocated and smiles to himself. Even without looking at the number or hearing her talk, he knows it’s her. Mikah.

“Hallo.” he smiles into the phone.

“You called?” she asks. “I was kinda sleeping, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, stretching. “Should I call back at a later time?”

“No!” she replies hastily. “I mean... no, I’m already up so might as well talk, you know?”

“Yeah,” he tells her. “I know.”

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They spoke the entire night, leaving Bill tired but happy. He can’t remember what they talked about, but one thing he is sure about: they laughed a lot. In the morning, after falling asleep listening to Mikah sleep, he rubs his eyes and stretches. His phone is shut off, probably out of battery, so he plugs it into the charger before getting up.

He gathers his things to take a shower and heads to the bathroom. Tom is sitting on the couch, his feet on the coffee table. Rather than fighting, Bill rolls his eyes at him and goes into the bathroom. He hears Tom scoff as he closes the door but it doesn’t bother him. Why should it?

His talk with Mikah has given him a new view on life. Like she said, “you are not your brother, you never will be. Be your own person, always, never loose yourself and you’ll be happy.” He was sure he’d heard that somewhere before, a quote of some kind, but coming from her it sounded too whimsically intelligent that it stuck to his head. My new creed.

He took a shower as quickly as possible, getting in and out in less time than ever. He changes into his regular clothes since they had nothing planned for the day. After drying his hair, he leaned over the sink to do his make up and style his dried hair. Natalie would have to touch it up later; his hand wasn’t as steady as hers. Taking a final look in the mirror, he smiles to himself and repeats his new mantra over and over, his smile finally reaching his eyes.

Taking all of his belongings, he gets out of the room and goes to his bedroom quickly. Shutting the door, he throws his things on his bed before reaching for his - now charged - phone. No messages. No missed class. Nothing. Shrugging, he stays on the bed, and stares at the white ceiling.

Chicago hadn’t been what he had expected. It wasn’t just another city, another place of inspiration another gig. It had become his changing force, his evolving environment. For better or worse, Chicago had started to feel like home but in a different aspect than Germany. This city was so alive, so full of energy and acceptance, which Germany simply could not rival. Not to mention Mikah...

Pulling his phone off its charger, he opened his messages tab and typed a quick message. He paused before sending it, however. Was he really going to do it? Invite her for coffee at some restaurant? On a date perhaps, or simply to talk like they had last night... he couldn’t decide. He looked at the message and pressed the send button. 

Well, hallo there! i haven't uploaded in a bit, my muse has been busy hanging out with Jared Leto in my head and hasn't been available. But tonight, at midnight, i got this teenie tiny idea for a date between Mikah and Bill so i write this, at the insistance of a certain someone, in hope it will lead to it. 

I added two things on the side there --->

ONE, is a pic, lovely one taken by Tom which struck me as odd 'cuz Bill seems a bit off. TWO, a song called R-Evolve by 30 Seconds to Mars that, to me, seemed perfect for this chapter since its Bill making a decision that will, and is, changing his life. 

"A revolution has begun today for me inside

The ultimate defense is to pretend

Revolve around yourself just like an ordinary man

The only other option to forget"

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Oh, and Elvis Presley... i love you. You will live forever in my heart. Elvis Aron Presley (January 8th, 1935- August 16th, 1977)