Martin Garrix Imagines

When I met you in Ibiza-Pt.11

Martin's POV:
Do you know this feeling when everything around you stops and it feels as if you're frozen in time?
There is just this one thing you stare at.
This is what happened when I entered the room, where this interview would take place and the two men from the security stepped aside.

She stands there in front of me. One leg in front of the other, one hand placed on her hip, in the other one she holds a paper. She looks so confident and simply beautiful as always.
After scanning every part of her, my eyes wander to her face, where her green eyes instantly meet mine.

Luana...this is her name. It's really her.
But what is she doing here? What the hell is actually going on?

In the very first moment her gaze reminds me of the first time we met, but as I see her expression changing the memories come back. I thought I forgot about her, but I didn't.
I lied to myself.

"Hey Martin, nice to meet you.", she tells after a while extending her hand, a kind of forced smile on her lips.
"Hey...", I manage to say shaking awkwardly her hand. It surprises me how professional she acts. Looking into her eyes, I try to figure out what she might be thinking about, but I fail. The only thing I can see are her beautiful eyes, that behold me with a smile, but in a short moment I can see her gaze softening.
"Mhhh please take a seat.", she mumbles after a while and lets go of my hand. Immediately she leads me to a couch, where I sit down and she takes a seat next to me.
"Thank you so much for taking your time.", she tells, the softness of her voice throws me back to the night we sat on the balcony and talked about all possible things.
"It's my pleasure.", I respond, trying to fake a smile.
"So if you are ready, we can start the interview."
"Yeah sure."

"Okay...Hey Martin, nice to have you here."
"Hey, it's my pleasure."
"How are you doing? It must be tiring travelling so much. Do you have some free time while travelling so much?", she asks staring at a paper, obviously trying to avoid a lot of eye contact.
"I am fine. Personally I really like what I am doing, so I don't really see it as a job. But yes, of course I have some free time."
"So what do you usually do in your free time?"
"Normally I just sleep and hang out with my friends and of course I work on new music."
"Is this your first time here in Barcelona and how do you like it so far?"
"I've been to Barcelona some times before and I am always happy to be back. My Spanish fans are always very supportive and I feel very welcome. I really like staying here."
"You play at many different festivals. Is there one that was very special to you?"
"Hmmm...this is hard to answer, because I enjoy every gig I play. But some months ago I played at the Sziget festival in Hungary, this one was very special to me.", I answer looking at her, at a certain moment her eyes meet mine, making a smile form on her lips.
"Talking about festivals, what does it feel like to meet and hang out with the most known DJs backstage?"
"Most of them support each other and are very cool and relaxed. Some of them have become very good friends of me, since we would meet each other often. David Guetta, Tiesto and Jay Hardway are some of them. It's always funnier celebrating together than alone."
"Let's switch to something different. What's your favourite cussword?", she asks after a while, her eyes meeting mine again.
"Am I allowed to say it?", I counter, making her and the crew laughing.
"Yeah sure, let's keep this to ourselves.", she responds after a while.
"Then I would say, fuck.", I answer and lean on the comfortable couch. Surprisingly I start feeling very relaxed around her, even after all the things that happened.
"As a DJ you surely go to many parties. Do you still remember your worst hangover ever?"
"Oh yes...I really had a bad one at my last birthday party. The party was simply amazing, but the hangover was very bad.", I answer with a chuckle, I catch her gaze softening with an amused smile on her face. My eyes are locked with hers, I try to look away, but I fail.
So awkward.
"So one more random question. You are known for amazing gigs...people told me that your perfomances are unforgettable moments. Have you ever had a bad gig?"
"Yeah of course, surely you wish that everything goes well, but sometimes things go wrong. For example last year, I had a gig in Miami and during the show I choked on a drink so badly that I couldn't breathe anymore. You may think that it can't get worse, but then somebody threw a pillow on the deck, so that the song I played started from the beginning. This was a very bad gig.", I tell laughing about this memory.
"This sounds really bad, we wish you good luck for your set tomorrow, so that everything goes well.", she responds with a soft smile on her face, making my stomach flutter in an amazing way. Even though some months passed and I thought I forgot about her, she still manages to make me feel different.
"Thank you, I am already looking forward to the show.", I tell, trying to make eye contact with her again, but she quickly looks away.
"We also look forward to your show. Thank you for taking your time Martin."
"You are welcome."