You changed my life [Rammstein]

Chapter 21: We can really become friends?

-You're very talented with the guitar !! Till exclaims admiringly.

-I'm a member of a rock band, too. So it's from them that comes my talent and, you too of course.

-A group !? Which ? Oliver asks, interested.

-It's called the "Ramm-Girls". Richard answers for me. I think you've heard of this group on Youtube.

They return all in the recording room but I stay in the other one, Richard's guitar against my chest. I sit on a chair and begin to caress the strings while singing in a lost air.

I don't know how long I stood here humming a sad song. An applause startles me, I turn toward the door and see Till in admiration.

-You are surprising me more and more. He says in a glad tone.

-Thank you... I whisper, blushing at his compliment.

-Will you join us in the recording room? I'm curious to know more about you.

My interlocutor holds out his hand and I catch it up to raise but I find myself surprised at his strong hand, it's well built, my word !! I wonder what he's hiding under his clothes.

-For the firecracker's sake! I exclaim internally. Jimaima, keep calm.

We both return to the other room and find the others under a full discussion in German but I understand that they are talking about me.

I walk towards the crowd and sit between the guy with glasses and my father. I notice that Lorenz has no intention to run away by the case that he's in the presence of an American, which calms the atmosphere.

-Tell us a little more about you. Lindemann begins. I want to know more things about the little guitarist who stands in front of us.

I send a questioning look at my uncle and then carry my eyes to my father. They smile at me with encouragement.

-Well. I start, clearing my throat and then add: You are aware of my name since we had already met at the meeting in Washington.

-You changed from that day... Discusses Riedel. Because of the glasses I think?

-Yes, before I was wearing lenses. Ok, whatever... I'm in a rock band known as-

-"Ramm-Girls". Flake cuts me off. I know very well this group.

-Heu- Yes it's it. And I am also a writer on a website called "Wattpad" my life is busy...

-Here is a girl with various passions that doesn't spend her free time doing shopping. Lindemann says, shaking his head.

From the corner of my eye, I see that Flake is increasingly interested but he tries to hide it.

We discuss after about various things like the life I had with my two friends and Paul implies that I have turned them crazy. I can admit it but it was for their good and I forbade them to eat in fast-foods.

I notice that Oliver and Till don't leave me with their eyes and it really bothers me. I try not to touch my belly for not waking their suspicions.

-It's time to go. Till ads looking at his watch. Sophia is waiting for me.

-Always with this girl, man? Kruspe asks. She's not good for you, forget her and find another one.

-It's you who's saying this? Jokes the older members. And we clearly see that you are still with Bossieux.

We laugh all at Till's joke and I discover that everyone is aware of the bassist's jealousy.

We leave the studio and at the entrance, we exchange our numbers. When comes the skinny's turn, I prepare myself to leave because I don't expect him to give me his but to my surprise, he hands me a folded sheet.

-Can you lend me your car, Paul? Flake asks the tattooed. I came with Till but I don't want to delay him to his supposed appointment.

-No problem, man. Responds his colleague, handing him the keys.

I look at the man with glasses and I still hold the paper that I have not yet opened. I return to near Kruspe's BMW, who's parked a little far, and wait for the other two.

-You seem happy, my little angel... Asks Landers' voice.

-And how, I feel I'm on a cloud. I respond, throwing myself into his arms. Thank you so much dad, I adore you.

-And what about me ? Don't you thank me with cuddles full of dripping sugar and teddies? Richard says, falsely offended.

-Comes here that I break your bones, uncle Reesh. I cry, holding my arm.

We go home and I go straight to my room to change clothes and then put my phone in my polo's pocket and get back down. I look for the two guitarists everywhere to finally find them in the living room, sleeping against each other.

I can't resist the charming spectacle they are showing, so I grab my phone and take several pictures of them. I smile, proud of my work, and then go to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

An hour later, everything is ready and there remains only the table's dressing and calling the sleepers. I put the table in order and then take the opportunity to read Flake's before going to wake the sleepers.

I pull the piece of paper that I have carefully kept in the pocket of my pants and then sit on the counter and unfold:

"It's true that I have never liked the Americans but with you it's different. I'd say you have German blood that runs in your veins. I want to cross you again to know you better.

CH.L "

I smile at the Keyboardist's sweet words and put the letter in front of my heart for a while before putting it carefully in my pocket and go to the living room.

-Wake up marmots, it's time for dinner. I say, waking them up gently.

-What time is it ? Paul asks, rubbing his eyes.

-I think it's 08 pm. I say, then turn back to the other. Wake up sleeping beauty !!

-Will you stop with these ridiculous nicknames? Asks the smoker, leaning on Landers.

I let them go to wash and they join me in the kitchen.

-Mmm !! Exclaims the shortest. It smells good, what have you done this time?

-A stew, it's Emil who taught me to do so. I respond, serving three plates.

My two friends take place around the table and then start eating. Suddenly, Zven's phone begins to vibrate.

-No work when you're at the table. I remind him our consent.

-It's from Till, I'll see what he wants.

The "Sexy Assy" wipes his hands with the towel and turns on his phone. After a moment of silence, his face lights up.

-He's inviting us to a party tomorrow night at his place. Announces the guitarist. And he insists that Jimaima goes with us.

-I can say that it's starting well between us. I say to myself internally.

to be continued...