In Time - [Dan Smith: Bastille]

02

I couldn't sleep after that concert. I couldn't stop thinking about my soulmate and how stupid I was to not check my timer during the show. I decided that today I will go to the nearest coffee shop read a little and finish my screenplay. I've always wanted to be a screenwriter but my stories were always rejected by producers. I rolled off my bed and picked up my phone to discover a message from James.
Hey this is James hope you're alright. Let's hang out soon.
I sent him a quick text back and put on some music as I got dressed. I decided to listen to Bastille because for some reason it felt like home. I grabbed a copy of In Cold Blood shoving it in my bag as I headed out.
The coffee shop was quite full. I noticed an empty seat at a table occupied by a man reading a book. There were a bunch of papers scattered around him all filled up with writing. He was wearing a grey hoodie; the hood pulled over his hair letting a few dark curls peak from underneath. His glasses kept sliding down his nose so he had to reposition them every few seconds. He hugging his knees with one arm as the other held the book. He looked quite funny. Like a chicken sitting in its nest. I approached the table.
"Hey, is this seat taken?"
His eyes shot up at me, but soon he was smiling wide.
"Hey! Sarah right? Make yourself comfy."
He invited me to sit down. How could I forget those blue eyes. He put down his book and watched me position myself in the chair.
"I didn't recognize you at first Dan."
"It's the glasses."
He said, taking the glasses off and placing them on top of his book, revealing dark circles underneath his eyes. He looked exhausted. His eyes were red and filled with sorrow. I just wanted to hug him.
"I know it's not my place to ask but are you alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, don't worry about it. Soulmate problems."
"If it makes you feel better, I was supposed to meet my soulmate, but I met so many people that I don't really know who it was." I tried to comfort him.
"I'm having similar problems. The thing is I don't know when I met my soulmate. I was so busy with work that I forgot to look down on my timer. So I dunno I could have met her months ago and I haven't noticed. I'm a shitty person I know. I didn't notice my numbers hit zero until your friend pointed it out at our last gig."
"Well it's nice to know we are on the same boat. I'm gonna go grab a tea would you like anything?"
"Grab me a mango tea if you don't mind."
"Good choice! That's what I get all the time." I smiled. When I came back with the two mango teas he was reading his book.
"Watcha reading?" I asked him.
"It's called In Cold Blood, it's about..."
"No way!" I said whipping out my own copy from my bag.
"Two soulmateless adults reading the same book. It's like we were meant to be." He laughed. "Thanks for the tea by the way! Snacks are on me!"
"By the way your song Four Walls... The one you sang to me when we held hands, is it about Perry Smith?"
"No..." He smiled picking up his book.
"I knew it! But why write about Perry."
"I just don't like writing about myself."
"Me neither..."
"You write songs?"
"No!!! I write screenplays." I laugh.
"That's so wicked! I wanted to be a filmmaker when I was younger. Maybe when my band falls apart I can make one of your films one day."
"You wouldn't want to. Nothing I write is good."
"I can't know unless I read your stuff."
"Fine how about we make a deal." I propose.
"What is it?"
"I'll let you be the first person to read my script once I'm done, only if you let me read your writing." I point at the papers scattered around the table.
"Fine but you won't like it." Dan mumbles.