Ich Liebe Dich.

Chapter three.

A/N- I don't know very well how to writte Chris' Povs cause he is so mysterious. But I try my best.

Chris' Pov.

Seems like he wants to hurry and talk as less as possible about himself. I don't want to push him, but little bit he needs to open up and he can't hurry making music. It doesn't sound good. I have tryed, believe me. Take your time to writte. He like don't want to come out of his apartment and talk with people. Seems like he wants to be alone as much as possible. He seems akward even turning the letters, what is going to happen when we meet eye to eye.
Okay lets skip to the next morning, cause there is nothing interesting about how I sleep and get myself ready. Like every other person who care what they look like. So here I am, sitting in the cafe and waiting for Meinhard. When he steps in, he seems like a scared kid in the middle of their biggest nightmares. Or a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus. He seems scared, like the only thing he wants to do is turn around and run as fast as he can, back to home. I don't even know is he scared of people or is he scared of me. I don't understand that guy right now. Maybe I would if I would know more about him. At the moment I know nothing about Meinhard, logical I don't understand him. How can I? I can't. You don't know how hard it was to contact him. I was almost giving up. Out on the internet there is literally nothing about him. Like really, he don't want to get the attention on him. How can he be on the stage? Or is he one of these guys who are absolutely different persons at the stage? Like he doesn't like attention away from the stage. Maybe.
"Hey!" Oh god. If he doesn't warm up I need new ears, I almost don't hear him at all. I heard that, lucky me, so I say "hey" back to him. Meinhard sits down in front of me. He is so tense. Oh you poor boy. He seems to be scared out of his mind. I want to do quick now. First I had an idea to hold him here as long as possible. Now seeing how scared he is, I have changed my mind. I don't want to torture him. Realizing he isn't going to talk I start the conversation. The whole time I only get one or two word answers out of him. The most he said was five words: " Thank you for offering it." It took a second to realize he was talking about the whole song thing. I let him go home as soon as possible. He got out of the cafe faster than he got here. I still know nothing about him. I don't know what is going to come out of it all.

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