A/N: Hey there! Just to tell you I've managed to figure out how to embed videos to a chapter ( Yeah, after all this time!) so over there >>>>>>> you'll find Princess of China Live 2012 version, I recommend you watch it when/before//after reading the chapter for effect purposes. If you don't want to it's fine :P. I really hope you like it and thank you for reading and commenting :)
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We rode the lift up with Guy and his fiancée, they made a cute couple in my opinion, Chris would always tell me how happy he thought our friend was since having a stable relationship again. I truly agreed with him, they were head over heels for each other. I looked at the mirror and I saw my eyes, full of questions. Chris was tapping his fingers on his leg, as if following a rhythm to a song only he could hear.
“Are you going out tonight?” Guy asked shaking him from his trance and me from my wandering thoughts.
I quickly glanced at Chris, we had not arranged anything and I did not feel like going out, Chris neither. “No, I don’t think so,” I said, but still looked at my partner for confirmation.
“We haven’t planned anything, but I feel like staying in tonight, did you want to go out Jay?” his voice sounded soft, he was trying not to force it.
“No, not really,” I truthfully answered. “What about you two?”
“We’ll just get changed and go out for some cocktails and back,” Guy said and his girlfriend nodded.
The lift came to our floor and we all walked along the corridor.
“456, this is ours,” I said.
“Ours is 45….8,” Guy concluded reading his key card. “Well, good night guys, see you tomorrow.”
“Bye.”
“See you.”
“Have fun!” Chris said before closing our door.
I made my way in, dropped my bag and my guitar on an armchair and took my shoes off. I was tired, but still in quite an adrenaline rush from the show.
“I can’t believe it’s over already,” Chris said, sitting on the bed, unzipping his guitar case.
“Me neither.”
“All those months of planning and it’s over!” he laughed “I asked the guys and they said they got great footage!”
“Phil told me the same,” I said.
He got his guitar out and started playing quietly, searching for some melody. He was in quite good spirits and inspiration had found him.
I doubted what to do. I was happy with the show, but still unsure about what I thought I had seen between him and Rihanna on stage. If it happened on stage, it meant it was all part of the acting, didn’t it? He did fancy her, though. They fancied each other. I sat down next to him, anyways. His fingers strummed his acoustic guitar, eliciting notes, starting a tune, stopping, starting again, his face a mask of concentration and excitement.
“I’ve got this song in my mind,” he explained, eyes wide and giddy.
“That’s good,” I smiled.
“The energy today was amazing, I won’t sleep at all,” he laughed and started again, his head tilted up as if waiting for instructions from his invisible muse.
Sitting here, with him being so lovely, so pure, I could pretend I had not seen their hands gripping each other, I could imagine everything was fantastic. If only I had not imagined it. Annoyance rushed through me in a rapid wave and hit me like a blow. He better had not been so flirty with her, I did not know what I was going to find when I finally got myself to watch those videos. Besides, he had spent all day with her. What about me? He had not kissed me since…since…I struggled to remember…the last kiss we had shared had been…in our house, that morning before the car came to pick us up to take us to the station. Had it really been that long? Why hadn’t we kissed? Not even a sneaky one. You could always find time to plant a peck or two, I thought disappointedly.
