The Duet

Airport and U.N.I

KYRA'S P.O.V

I was so shocked when Zee actually packed my bag. Normally I was the less messy in my house. Zee hated packing and keeping things organised yet she packed all the 'memories' as she referred them as. Zee offered to drive me to the airport and I readily agreed. After saying our last goodbyes she gave me a last hug. I had no intentions of breaking it but my ticking clock suggested otherwise. I waived till Zee disappeared. After finishing the procedure I sat in the waiting room waiting for my flight to be announced. Zee was not there with me, she never will be again. I felt so weak and so incomplete. I had never done anything alone, Zee even accompanied me to the bar when I went there the first day. It was a huge leap when I had forgotten to be without her since I met her. I had to accept the fact that she would not be always with me. I had never pictured me without her, now I had to live it.

A picture of Ed flashed before my eyes. He was supposed to come, I had asked him to. But after the fight I don't really think he would really come. Then there was also the risk of getting mobbed by fans. I sat there a long time waiting before I decided to call him. I never had his number, I had our manager's number but he would never help us reconnect. Neither did he have my number, so that was it. It was over. I wanted to accept it but somehow it was so difficult. I never should have fallen for him but again it was never in my control. I was willing to apologise but it was too late. The moment had long gone. I actually regretted that fight but if I was wrong then even he was not completely correct. This was fate, be it.

As if on a cue my flight got announced and I made my way towards it.

"Good bye England, Thank you for this warm goodbye." I murmured sarcastically and made my way through my co passengers.

ED'S P.O.V

I finished my last glass of wine for the day. It was 10 by my watch and everyone was pretty wasted. I was in limits as I had to carry Sydney home. That woman made my life, all it needed was a smile from her and all my problems melted. How did I get so lucky? I kept thinking about stuff when suddenly her image crossed my head. Her name was Kyra. When she first came in, she was just another fan but then she controlled and totally got rid of her fangirling. Being a fan I know how hard that is. We sang the song I had been waiting for so long. We released it and it was a hit. Our voice merged perfectly. We were good friends and then suddenly, I started hating her. What happened to us? Just a misunderstanding broke our potential friendship. I just needed some time to accept the fact that her priorities were different from hers. I had lost all my contacts with her and thus, it ended.

KYRA'S P.O.V

After landing and following the procedures I walked out of the airport with a burst of confidence. My U.N.I was about half an hour from the airport. I went into my room which I was sharing with another girl. The room was filled with song lyrics, posters and pictures. My roommate was passionate about music, maybe a little too much. I quietly put my guitar next to her. I was organising my clothes when I heard footsteps.

"So you are Kyra?" a voice asked.

I turned back to see a girl, about my height with brunette hair and baggy jeans standing. She looked very comfortable in her skin.

"Yes, Kyra. You must be..."
"Vera, I am your roommate."
"So, you are a hardcore music fan?"
"Yea, I sing and I play. I play the piano and I want to learn guitar."
"I can teach you. Classes start tomorrow right?"
"Yes, What courses did you take?"
"Theoretical music" I mention some of the courses I had taken and coincidently it matched with her.

I decided to check Zee's social networking account. I have some as well but they were mostly under fake names. She was posing with some girls. I was jealous. It was not like she never hanged out with friends, but I always knew that her last good night would be to me. I was feeling so replaceable. I called her but she did not answer.

We talked sometimes but slowly the frequency decreased, topics became rarer. She told me that she found someone like me. Right, I was that replaceable. You should never let someone else control your happiness. That was when I did my greatest mistake. One day it all stopped. We neither called each other nor texted. This was the beginning of the end. I decided it was time to stop and move on. That was what I exactly did.

At first I was heartbroken but then I managed to pick the pieces up and keep moving. The scariest thing about distance is the uncertainty if the other person is also missing you. Each morning I woke up and knelt before God to give me a reason to live. My eyes got stuck on the guitar. I lived just for it.

I found a new friend in Vera and slowly I got over Zee. The bad thing about having a best friend is that you want someone exactly like her everywhere. Once you decide to break this mould, you win.

Being in this university taught me thing that I never knew before. Now I know the notes, the recording stuff and things. I was different yet all the same.

I missed Ed and each night I thought about him. Earlier he was the reason I smiled, now he was the reason, I cried. My song with Ed became so popular, even Vera had it as her ringtone. How creepy it was to hear your voice every time her phone rang. I am too surprised how no one guessed that this song was mine.