Is your choice [English Ver.]

Chapter 3: Like a Thursday.

Once he went into the room, I closed the door. I did not want anyone bothering us. I wanted to be alone, to talk to him or, in this case, focus on my work and get out as quickly as possible. "I promise I'll do it as fast as I can. Then we can go home." I said after turning around though, I was pleased to see him acting like a child with all the stuff in the area. But I should not throw me. I was there for a reason.

My job was to fix the last song of my favorite group, "RED". They had released a new song for his tenth birthday and the person who should make last minute arrangements for the CD, was ill. So I recieved the job.

Don't think about I hate this kind of work, I love doing these things. I usually make them quickly and as soon as I can, I start to tinker. Even more than once, I've recorded some songs using my voice to see how would be singing my favorites songs of this group, which made me a hole in his fame. The truth is that this new song which is going to be out soon, I like it very much. The violins, the lyrics and everything was beautiful. I could not help but sing occasionally in my mind.

If I break

If I fall

Will you still run to me when I call?

If I close my eyes

& I can't find my way to you

Will you stay?

If I break

If I break.

To my surprise, I saw that he was singing the chorus of the song. Putting into his deep voice but carried a sweet tone, he dazzled me more than usual. I was stunned and as expected, he realized. He asked me if I was okay and all I could do was answer with another question: "Would you like to try recording this song?" Obviously, this was just wondering after finishing my work. The song was ready. I only had to send it and I could go home. Still ... I wanted to hear Mark singing that song. I dont know. There was something about that song that made me feel that it was for me.

At first, he become nervous of having to go and, as a good person I am, I got up and I took his hands. Directing my gaze to him, I smiled and I decided to talk: " I'll sing with you if you think you'll be more comfortable" Automatically, his body got up from the chair in which he sat. Meanwhile I was doing a couple of arrangements and prepare everything, Mark was inside watching everything. I gave him an indication to put their headphones on and approached the microphone to be ready. I had to stay a few seconds preparing a small timer and, then I enter without doing a loud noise with the door.

We were alternating: a verse for him and a verse for me. Although I could not hear him with my headphones on and the volume of music but I could imagine the tone of his voice in my head, putting together the melody of the song. Of course, the chorus was something that the both of us were singing. Despite not having finished recording this, I really wanted to hear how everithyng had been. During the last final chorus, there was something inside me that got caught my gaze. Something getting my body directed to him, during these moments, I only wanted to sang that words for him. By some chance, he not stood still. He did the same thing as me so, we were singing face to face.

After finishing the song both os uf, for a moment, we stayed silence. Something sweet grow between us. "Le-Let's see how it looks." It was all I could say as I pulled away the headphones that were covering my ears. I assumed that everything would be fine, so I managed to escape from that situation that had me nervous but... Mark's hand gripped my wrist after removing his headphones. "There's something we need to talk. For too long we should have clarified it." For a second, the muscles of my body tensed before he could be the conversation of the year. I could feel him seeking to use concrete words, actions and everything. His hand was in his neck and as clarified his throat to speak...

Unfortunately, that conversation never came between us, at least at that moment. The knuckles of one hand, knocked on the door. Both of us left everything where it was and returned to the main room. We had to pretend like nothing had happened. Nothing. When we sit in our respective chairs, we gave way to the person who had called and I was glad to see those who were there: the group for which he worked. The three of them entered and began to speak with us. We had a talk about work without neglecting Mark, of course.

After an hour between work and talks, everything was done. For now, after saying goodbye to my teammates, we headed towards the car where the idea of going somewhere to eat, came. The truth is that with the nonsense, the 3 pm had almost arrived. Agreeing with the idea of him, we headed back home to get some more money.

While we were in the car, both talked about what we could do while I was in his house and not would find nowhere to stay, but my thoughts were a little scattered. Among the event in the morning, jealousy that I had while he was with Serah and the recording room... I did not know where to hide. The case was that I did not understand why my aggressive jealousy appeared with Serah. If Mark was happy with it I would not have to get into the middle but... There was something about her that I did not like. I smelled something fishy. Too fishy.

Mark told me to warn his housemates (now they were working out) if they wanted to come and meet me. With all the hustle of the world, they replied that they would agree to come and hang out with his partner. Mark is a type of person who, as you warm up or he becomes attached to you, will lend all their support when needed. That's why I've always had a great affection. After a few minutes of call, he arrange a hangout place which would be at a pizzeria in the area. We two, went straight walk while I received an explanation of how they were, both friends of him. The truth is that I know something about them because I saw them in Mark's videos.

It did not take long to arrive and once we sat, patiently waited for Mark's friend arrived. They were in the area, only they had to park and everything would be ready. While they did not arrive, we took the menu and we were seeing for our choice. With every customer entering the place, the bell which was located on the doorframe, sounded. On one of the occasions, we saw two boys, one blond and one dark haired that fitted exactly to the aspect that Mark had given me. Both came to the table and begin with presentations. After a few minutes, we sat down and started eating. It was fun that I could feel like I was among friends.

It seemed that the day promised to be fantastic but, when we were finishing eating, a voice interrupted our pep talk: "Matt? What a cheerful coincidencia seeing you here." I raised my eyes to pray that I was wrong and that voice don't belong to whom I supposed but... Nothing. It had to be her. Serah. "Damn. She's like a Thursday: Always in the middle."

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading this story. I'm doing my effort to translate this as right as I can. Sorry If I do a lot of mistakes. If you want to tell me something about the story, you guys can find me in Tweeter in my account: DarkNani16.