At the count of three

Chapter 2 Part 3 Look at the stars, look how they shine for you

When I got to my apartment I had a hot shower to warm my body after being all day frozen caused by the winter cold. Later, as it was only 6pm, I sat on the livingroom's sofa and turnt the TV on to watch the music channel while I was posting some pictures to Instagram and checking Twitter. My boredom got to its peak when I suddenly decided to send one of the photos to The Script by direct message in Twitter, as they were following me since a few months. I left the phone aside to practice with the guitar a little bit, as I hadn't practiced quite a lot while being here. After tuning it I started to play one of my favorite songs of all times: Yellow by Coldplay. Without looking anytime the lyrics or the chords I was playing, I finished it flawless. While singing, memories of when I lived in Spain came to my mind. Summer holidays on the beach with my all time friends singing songs on the warm sand during the sunsets having sandwiches and soft drinks, plus some bottles of cheap alcoholic drinks. We all gathered in August during a couple of weeks and although the first years were amazing: everyone was excited the whole year waiting for the summer to come so we could see eachother. Time passed and everything got weird: our hobbies had changed, the majority had other friends in their hometowns and they even prefered to spend their holidays with them than in the small neighbourhood by the beach. We went from being best friends to strangers in just a few months. However, this song by the British band, didn't remind me of the bad and uncomfortable moments, just when I had my guitar and we all sang along sitting on sheets or towels around a tiny bonfire made from palm branches.
The smell of the sea, the fresh feeling of the coast wind and the chest pain of lauging that much seemed to come back after that long time, but disappeared when the balad came to its end. I was still sitting down with my guitar on my lap thinking about those moments, on those friends that I thought I had had for some years but there were only some passengers in my life.
These thoughts were vanished by two vibes from my phone that made the green light of the notifications to turn on.
First, I saw that Mark had replied to my message that I sent to them, telling me to enjoy my time in the city, finishing with his typical "M". Later, after smiling uselessly at my phone, I saw that I received an email from my new job. In the email I was confirmed that I was being hired and I was being welcomed to my new job. Moreover, I was communicated that someone called Joe Gerrard would be waiting for me on the entrance the day after, and if he wasn't there at 9am, I could ask for him on the hall. I replied with a short message thanking them, and following that I went to the kitchen to cook the dinner, a simple salad with the basics: lettuce, tomatoes, olive oil brought from Spain and a bit of salt. Instead of having dinner on the kitchen's table, I did it on the sofa while watching a movie on the TV. When I finished having dinner, I watch the whole film, as it was just 10pm and I wasn't tired at all. I went to bed later than expected after watching the film. The tiredness of this long day defeated me instantly.