The Duet

Fight

KYRA'S P.O.V

I woke up next morning with literally my face bathed with tears. Zee was sleeping on the floor of the next room with Dylan on the couch.

"I always loved Ed. Till some days before he had no idea I existed. Now at least he does. Maybe not something more but he would always be my friend. That is the least I can do." I thought

I quietly made my way to the bathroom without disturbing the sleeping couple. My eyes were swollen and puffy, last day's sweat still ornamented my face and the hair pointed to every direction. I made myself presentable and found my way out.

I went to my favourite door and knocked. Ed's smile greeted me.

"You look confident today, love." He commented
"I am Ed. So today is our real recording."
"Yes, this is so good right. I can't believe. This tour taught me so much, introduced me to the two best things in my life, Sydney and you."

I managed a fake smile and we started singing. He sung first then I caught up from behind. His voice went all calm and mine took the power. In the last verse our voice mingled perfectly and gave a masterpiece.

"That was so good." Stuart said from behind. " Ed you should invite Kyra to your tour."
"Stuart is right Kyra, come on. Recording was so fun, how fun would live be?"
"Ed, you are a popstar, I am not."
"You would make fans, meet cool people, and maybe a soulmate like I got in Sydney."
"Nope, Ed. You are hopelessly romantic and that is not like me."
"Cool, whatever you say."

We sat there listening to the final version of the song. It had come out perfectly and my voice had strength that I think I would never achieve.

"Let us go and grab a bite. What do you say?"
"We need to celebrate it for sure."

We walked to a Starbucks and strangely Ed did not get mobbed by fans. We took our orders and sat on a random table.

"So what would you do after the song is recorded?" I asked.
"I would start the Asian part of my tour and then hopefully take some time off in the later part of this year I would take a break. Then I need to release my next album. What about you?"
"I am going to this university in America to study music."
"That is good. But you don't need a degree to sing, you know that right?"
"This degree had been my childhood dream so I need to get it."
"Well, at least you have an ambition in life."
"What about Sydney?"
"Sydney, my girlfriend. Yes what about her?"
"When are you guys going public?"
"In an interview next week. You have to come. We would be revealing our song there."
"Ed, try to understand this. I don't want to be noticed. I just want to go like I don't exist. Please never put my real name forward. If anyone says just say a fake name. Please Ed, do this much for me.
"Kyra, is this because of the thing that management said?"
"No, Ed. That is because this is what I wanted. I never wanted fame or something. I did not also want to record it. I tried to back out but then I needed money to pay my UNI fees."
"So this was it? You did all this for some notes? Was it worth it Kyra? This song meant so much to me and only a few pieces of paper for you?"
"My dream is not something so worthless Ed."
"Hell it is. Woman, I fucking defended you. I almost quit this song for you. I upset my management."
"This song is of course more than just money. I met you and I found this new confidence in myself. What I meant is the first day the reason I came was because of money."
"I am glad that you are not coming with me on this tour or to that interview. I cannot take an artist who puts a price tag on her passion."
"I did what I felt was right. And by the way Ed not everyone has a million dollar in their accounts. My flight leaves at 9 pm the day after the interview. If you want you are welcomed."

I stormed out with a tear stream running down my face. He may have defended me but that never meant he could insult my ambition. This was one of the best universities we were talking about. Maybe I would regret it later but right now, I am not. I decided to keep all quiet about it and lead Ed away from my life as smoothly as he had walked in.

That night was a difficult one. Not because I was sad but because I decided not to show anyone that I was sad. We watched a happy movie and fell asleep like usual.