Killing The Past

3.

   Tuomas woke up because someone was banging on his door so hard, it seemed like they wanted to break it. "Tuomas wake up!" He finally heard Marco's voice. Oh shit. We're late. At the same time Marco yelled, "We've got to meet the fans, remember? And we have interview! We're late! Everybody is waiting for you!" "Coming!" He yelled back, jumping from bed and putting on his clothes hastily. 10 minutes later he was already in hotel cafeteria. He usually wasn't the one to sleep until late, he had no idea why he did now. The keyboarder bolted down his breakfast, and joined the others.
 

  Meet and greet was going fine, until one tough-looking guy, wearing shirt with Tarja's picture on it approached Tuomas. Even though his heart jumped at the sight of Tarja's picture, keyboarder decided to ignore the guy's shirt, smiled politely and waited for guy to give him something to sign, or ask for a selfie. The guy, though, did neither of these things. Instead, he leaned in and hissed, "I saw you and Tarja yesterday. Don't you dare to come close to her again, or I swear, I'll find you and then you'll regret everything. I've hated you since you threw her out of the band. You are a jerk, goodbye." With these words the guy walked away. Tuomas froze and couldn't say anything, so he just shrugged and smiled at next fan, who squealed happily, "Oh my God, I'm so happy to meet you!" and gave him a poster to sign.

 

"What did that guy want? The one with "Tarja" shirt." Marco asked later, as they were heading to the interview. "Ah, nothing. These death threats again." "For fuck's sake! Do you still get them?" Floor asked, astonished. "Yeah it seems so." Their car got stuck in traffic and Tuomas looked out of the window lazily. Suddenly, he saw very familiar man, watching him from the sidewalk, with hateful expression on his face. He could remember this man, but back then, he had long hair... "Hey," Emmpu nudged his friend with his elbow and pointed at the man. "Isn't it our dear Marcelo Cabuli?" Marcelo. How could he forget his face? Marcelo Cabuli, the husband of his first love,  their tour promoter. Man whom he hated the most. He changed Tarja, he took her from him. "Yeah it's him." Tuomas nodded. "Why the fuck is he watching us?" Emmpu asked, and opened his mouth to yell something, but Tuomas covered it with his hand. "Don't." He said calmly. "Leave him alone."

 

Tuomas walked into his room and threw himself on the bed. He decided he didn't want to party tonight and didn't go with others. The interview and gig went fine, but he wasn't able to stop thinking about Tarja. He tried to concentrate on music during the concert, and succeeded, but now, as he was alone, back in his room again, she wouldn't leave his mind. He could see her face clearly, when he closed his eyes. She was tormenting him the whole day. Acknowledging that she's so close, but has no desire to even see him, hurt him more and more. Fuck. I thought I forgot her... How foolish of me! I won't be able to forget her, ever. Johanna! Johanna is amazing woman but now I understand that I can't be with her anymore. Poor girl... Once more, I will hurt someone because my feelings fuck up everything. Lost in his thoughts, he slowly fell asleep, dreaming on her once again.

  "Guess who I saw today in the city?" Marcelo asked, walking into living room and kissing his wife on the cheek. "Who?" Tarja asked, looking up from her book. She silently prayed that it wasn't Tuomas. She blushed everytime she thought of him, and she was doing that quite often since the day before. She tried to calm herself down. Buenos Aires was big city after all. Marcelo could have seen anyone. "I saw Tuomas." Tarja's husband said, disgust clearly showing on his face. "Seems like they're playing here tonight. How come I didn't know about this... Did you?" "Nope." Tarja lied, trying to make the most uninterested face. "Really?" "Yes, why don't you believe me?" " I do, Tarja. I just thought it was weird. You and Floor are friends after all..." He shrugged. "Anyway, I know Tuomas was your friend and you miss him... But I'd rather you didn't meet him." "I know, Marcelo." She said calmly. "I trust you." He then replied simply and hugged her. If you only knew... She thought, remembering her dream again and holding back shiver that went through her body at the thought of Tuomas kissing her. Suddenly, Tarja's phone let out a small beep. The singer walked over to the couch and grabbed the phone, thinking that it was one of that dull e-mails. She opened email and smiled as she read the following:

Dear Tarja, the gig is over now, and as I told you before, we're staying here for a while to rest. If you have some time tomorrow, maybe we could meet? Text me ASAP. Off to party now! ;) See you(hopefully) tomorrow! -Love, Floor.

 Still smiling, she re-read the email, slightly frowning at the party part. She never went to after-gigs parties herself, she preferred to relax in a hotel room, before hitting the road again. But Floor was more metal and maybe she didn't mind guys doing stupid, silly and disgusting things. Smiling once more, she typed:

Dear Floor, I'd love to! Let's meet at the same place we met yesterday, at 6. See you! -Tarja.

"Who was that?" Marcelo asked harshly. "Floor." Tarja replied simply. "Floor? What did she want?" "She wants to hang out and I'm gonna meet her tomorrow." She said carefully, sensing that her husband was becoming angry. "Meet huh?" He now spoke, trying to maintain calm tone. "Maybe she should drag Tuomas along." "Marcelo calm down, I'm meeting Floor, not Tuomas. And even if she does drag him along, I promise I will talk to him, not sleep with him!" And with these words she stormed out of the room.