Me Plus Her

Secrets Back in '79, Pt. 2

After our secret meeting in Switzerland, Frida and I could not be separated. I even missed her when we never meet for recording. For instance, I missed her during the weekends back then. But at the same time, I also took the time to bond with my little angels.

Frida and I never skipped hugging each other, and holding hands. We usually smiled at each other. We just made each other's day. Even the slightest touch of our skin just gave me chills. She and I both knew that we wanted to get into the next level, but there were facts to face:

1. Frida was married.
2. I was going out with someone else.
3. I have kids.
4. There were people worldwide that look up to us.
5. And we had to keep our relationship a secret.

Frida highlighted Does Your Mother Know before. It was absolutely true. I felt fun with her regardless of being in between the past and the present.

She was such a showgirl, and I absolutely loved her that way. I admired her for being herself on stage as a performer, especially when she's hyped. What I liked about the music videos, even with Voulez-Vous, was when we always bumped into each other. Like I told you, even the slightest touch of her skin just made my heart skip a beat.

Frida approached me during the recording break. "Hey there pretty girl, are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay, PRETTIER GIRL." I laughed.

She smirked then slowly walked towards me for a whisper. "I am always okay with the prettiest girl I've met, aside from my daughter." Then she tried to hold her laugh.

I looked back at her, then I hugged her back. "I won't be this without you along the way, love..." Then I saw someone looking at us. "I mean lovely Frida, my best friend."

"It's alright, angel." Then we both sneaked out of the building for a while just to bond.

Oh yes! Those were the days when we acted like kids. As for me, I was juggling between a guy I was dating and Frida. The thing is, Frida was able to find out about it.

She was pissed. I knew it when she didn't dare to look at me, when she pretended to forget to hug me or kiss me, and when she forced herself to flirt with her husband (though I understand) just to make me jealous.

Before we went for a tour, we spent the remaining days recording or resting. But the last day of recording was full of emotions. I, for one, broke up with the guy I was dating. As for her, she couldn't bear to live with an unfilled space for me.

When she was about to record some backing vocals, I heard her going out of tune. And it repeated again and again, until she was asked what was wrong. I asked her, because I heard her sniffing and she never dared lifting her head. "Frida, are you okay?"

She took a deep breath, and replied: "I'm sorry. I just need some fresh air. Excuse me." Then she walked out.

I saw Benny was about to stand from the control room, but I told him to stay. "Hey, she'll be fine. I promise. I'll handle this."

I followed Frida to the backdoor. It was not the washroom as she mentioned before. I opened the door, then I saw her sitting on the stairs plus a cigarette on her hand.

"So that's fresh air for you, huh?" I sat beside her, then she looked away. I looked at her. "Frida, I won't leave until you tell me what's wrong. Why are you acting like this?"