Chapter 4

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Bruno's P.O.V.
"Ari, lets take a break" I said. Ari nodded his head.
"Ya man, this song is screwing me up" he complained.
"Haha, more than you already are?" I ask.
He hits me on the head with the song book.
" You're just a jealous bitch!" He yelled. We broke into laughter.
"You thought" I say.
Suddenly, my phone rings.
"Give me a sec" I tell Ari.
I answer it. "Hello?"
"Hey man it's Phil."
"Aye, what's up Phil?"
"Fern asked me if she could stay over again-"
"Of course she can. My baby is always welcome"
"Yea, but we have to work on the song so why don't we ask Eliza or her friends if they can come over? That way they can go to the mall or something while we work." He asked.
"Sounds like a plan, I'll call them" I mutter. Phil wants me to focus, so that's why he's trying to get Fern out of the studio.

Phil, Ari, and I live in a condominium. We have 3 rooms, a bathroom, a balcony, a kitchen, and 2 extra rooms. We made the big one a living room and the small one a studio. We keep all our instruments In the studio along with any recordings. We have a band too. They don't live here, but they visit quite often.

I walk over to Ari. "Aye, Can you call Eliza, Ariana, and Lucero? Tell them Fern's coming over, so they can go to the mall or something."
"Mkay.." He said. He grabbed his iPhone and began dialing.

Ari was a pretty cool guy to hang with. He has dark brown hair and has it in a slight Mohawk. He's about my height, more or less. He always seems to be blushing and smiling. His skin is very light, and he's really funny. He wants to be a music producer when he's older. So do I, but not just a producer.

I want to be able to be vocals, play instruments, write and produce songs for some of the biggest artists someday. Have my name, Bruno Mars, on every post, prized at every concert, and mentioned on every radio. That's my dream.

I have tan skin like damp sand. My hair is dark and curly. I have major dimples, more noticeably when I smile. I can play many instruments and sing. I'm a nobody.

I walk over toward our mini kitchen and get myself a water. Ari and I had been in the studio since 7:30 am, and had come up with nothing. It was already 10am. We didn't have a lunch break until 12pm so we still had a while to go.

"The girls said they're coming over here then going off to the mall. I'm going to go ahead and pick them up." Ari said.
"Alright." I replied.
With that, he got up and walked toward the door and waved good bye.

I took a sip of my water, anxious for Fern's arrival.
Her name is Fernanda, but I call her Fern. She's really naïve and feisty, but I love that about her. She's a real sweetheart once you get to know her, but then again she has a soft spot for me. Other than that, she will regret nothing she does to harm you. It also gives me a sense of security, since I know any dick who tries to touch her will get a punishment. They always try to, and honestly, I wouldn't mind breaking their necks. But then again...

She's gorgeous.

Brown eyes full of love, eyelashes that flutter when I compliment her, hair that flows like silk...
I love her. She loves me. Without her, how can I live?

We both have our situations but we always make it through.
We really don't need much more than each other. I know it sounds cheesy, but it's the truth.
I sat there drinking my water thinking of Fern and the song I'm writing for a considerable time.
Then I hear a knock at the door.

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