Come With Me: World Tour // Lady Gaga

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Steff's POV

I was sitting waiting out on a bench in front of the gallery waiting for my date. I would probably be waiting for a while because seeming I was so nervous I came half an hour early. I didn't want to be late to my first new date in nearly 7years. It seemed as tough I wasn't the only one who was early as my date hesitantly approached me. He has a bunch of pink flowers in his hands, the opposite to his look. Rather masculine but smart. You can tell he is a gentleman by the way he is dressed up in a trim suit. The suit is plain, mainly just black and white finished off with a contrasting decorative tie.

He hands me the flowers and offers me his arm. It feels different to be treated like this. The last person who did so was Taylor.

We start to head off into the gallery.

"So are you a full time painter?" I ask trying to pick the conversation up.

"No, for me painting is more of a major hobby. During the day I work as a surgeon." He says.

"Wow a surgeon." I say, "That's impressive. You should really consider taking up painting full time though. You are really talented."

"I would love to." He says, "But I have to make money. The way I see it there are three different levels of artists. At the bottom you have people who can either do it part time or can't manage to support themselves. In the middle you have people who can manage to make a living. And then 0.01 precent of them manage to really make it. To get all of the fame and money, to live the high life. In order to do that you have to sacrifice everything, and even then you have such a small chance of actually making it."

As much as I want to turn him down and say no you have to believe in your dreams I know that really he's right. But if your not willing to sacrifice yourself to your art you obviously don't care about it enough.

He walks over to one of the paintings. It's a replica of Picasso's old guitarist. A painting in mainly blue hues depicting a homeless man playing his guitar.

" I truly love this piece." Hamish says standing up beside it. I love the way he has managed to capture so much emotion in this tiny snapshot into this characters life."

"I love Picasso." I say, "He was really amazing."

We admire the painting for a while before moving on.

"So I saw the other day you had two children with you. Are they from a previous marriage." He asks.

"No, the older one is adopted and the younger one... well that's complicated." I say.

"Weren't you expecting her." He asks.

"No she was planned, it's just complicated." I reply.

"Can you explain it to me." He persists. I suppose it does make since to want to know about the person your dating's kid situation.

"Well after my last break up I though I might never heal. But I desperately wanted another kid. So I had her, Joanne, the older one is Alice. Though then I met you and it was like my heart just magically healed. From what I know so far I really like you Hamish."

"I am glad." He says, "Because I think I really like you too."

I lean in onto his shoulder. He wraps his arm around me.

"Hey, so what happened with your wife and child." I ask him.

"Maybe on a first date we should stick to 'what are you hobbies.'" He laughs carefully changing the topic.

"I feel like we're past that. Plus I really want to know more about the deeper parts of you. I want your ugly, I want your disease." I say.

"Yeah so my hobbies include well mainly art as you know. I also read and I occasionally go out in a yacht." He says. I can tell he really doesn't want to talk about what happened so I don't push it.

"Interesting. I like singing." I say.

The conversation dries up from there but I still have a good time. The gallery is great and he makes good company.

"Well goodbye." I say as we make it towards the end of the museum. "It was lovely spending the night with you."

"You too. Do you want me to take you home, maybe we could see where it heads from there." He says.

"You know the old me would have jumped at that opportunity." I say, "But I have two girls there sleeping and waiting for there mother. So I can't. I'm sorry. I would like to maybe meet again though."

"That's okay. I understand." He says. "I would love to meet again."

"Unfortunately the next time we meet will probably be on the other side of the world." I say.

"I look forward to it." And with that he kisses my cheek and heads of.