The Melody Of Us

Debates and Messages

I once heard that people use costumes and masks to hide their identity from someone who is capable of tinting it. To be honest, I think it's nothing more than some fucking bullshit. If you're so afraid of losing your identity, why trade it in the first place?

Don't assume that I'm nut-cracked already. Cath and I were having a brutal debate over a legitimate topic: does having a theme for an occasion equal hiding your identity?

To me, it does. And why not? After all, you're trying to replace your self with someone else's; even if it is for a couple of hours.

Cath, however, has a completely polar point of view. According to her, a theme gives us a reason to step into the shoes of another character and see the world through his or her perspective.

Tell me one thing. Even if you wear Cinderella's robes, you'll still be yourself originally. But the moment you start identifying with her character, you'll end up mixing that aura with your originality. That's my thinking.

If you agree with me, ask Cath to shut the fuck up and stick her nose down her own business. Because she just won't drop it.

"You do that!" She hisses and I simply shake my head in denial.

"Seriously, woman. Do you not understand the meaning of the word 'Stop'?!" I bark.

In all honesty, I feel really bad for Janice sometimes. She becomes the Phoebe to our Rachel and Monica.

"But I'm trying to prove my point here. What is your problem?"

"My problem is that you know I'm not backing down, but still you won't drop the ball already. You know I will never agree with you on this issue, and you still won't stop pulling the thread. You are unbelievable."

"Pfft."

I'm already pissed at Cath today. She was one of the first people to know that the song Gabriel and I had been working on comes out tomorrow at midnight. She knew we both had to be together with our team for the same. Yet, she chose to make us fly to the other side of the country at this peak time.

"I know what you're thinking about, Liana. And trust me, it'll be fine." Cath says as she hauls her bag inside the Uber cab.

"Oh really?"

"Stop it, you two. You're driving me nuts with your exasperating bickering." Janice blows up and we both look away with embarrassment alive in our eyes.

Yes, we've been testing her patience since the past four hours. The girl has the right to yell at us. I don't blame her even for the slightest.

On the safer side, we shut the fuck up and let Janice sit in between the two of us. This way, there will be a lesser chance of any physical homicide.

Yes, I used that word.

The driver makes the cab glide over the perfectly settled road, which is bordered with symmetrical lines of green trees.

I rest my head against the glass and look out of the window. It feels good to get embraced by the calm that the wind carries along with her.

Cath and Janice fall into a light conversation about the Theme Ball. I close my eyes and shut myself out of their boring talks.

That's exactly when my phone goes off with a message alert.

I fetch it from the pocket of my denim shorts and open the message. It's from Gabriel.

Reaction: I smile.

"Are we allowed to shut our eyes close?" Cath's voice interrupts me.

"Huh?"

"I obviously don't want to witness your dirty talks with my dearest brother. I'd rather stick worms in my ears."

"Fuck off."

"Aww, honey. But that's what you'll be doing anyway."

Oh man.

Let's get back to the text message, shall we?

Gabe 💟: if my sis is sitting right next to u, just tell her that she's landed herself in d deepest shit ever.

I laugh out loud.

Me: u've no idea how much I can identify with ur feelings rn.

Gabe💟: she didn't tell me about ur plans till today in d mrning. N that too when she was leaving.

Me: well, that's bad. But she keeps on saying that it'll be fine.. What is that supposed to mean?!

Gabe💟: no idea. She was born an idiot.

Me: I agree.

Gabe💟: so sup?

I smile. Meanwhile, Cath and Janice smirk at me. When I give them the stink eye, they get back to their own business.

Me: Nm. Bored af. U say?

Gabe💟: same. So, which Disney princess will u become? xD

Me: stop. Or I'll start picturing u as Olaf.

Gabe💟: alright, sorry :3

Let me rewind a little. Initially, I got really irked when I found out I'd have to dress up as a Disney princess for the Ball. Gabriel had the same feelings.

Eventually, as I discussed with the girls, I realised it would be fun to wear those classy gowns and comb my hair into those perfect styles (even though I absolutely hate gowns and hair that screams royalty).

So, when I shared the change of my perspective with Gabriel, he thought I was insane. And then he wouldn't stop teasing me about those cliched Disney scenes and how I'll find my Prince Charming, just like Cinderella did.

That's when I said that I'd picture him as Olaf from Frozen and melt him down with my furious glare.

Trust me, that was fun.

So, yeah. It's safe to say that Gabriel and I are the complete imbeciles of our country, and somehow, it suits us the best.

Me: meh :3 U'll look adorable, tho.

Gabe💟: u want me to say sthing nice? *wiggles d eyebrows*

Me: go ahead

Gabe💟: K then. I can even be d Beast to ur Beauty n Eugene to ur Rapunzel <3 But, that Olaf guy freaks me out. So, kindly oblige.

Aww.

Suffice to say, I'm not good with cheesy moments. So, don't think otherwise about what I did next.

Me: Um. It's Belle, not Beauty...

I say, don't kill me. He takes about two minutes to send his reply.

Gabe💟: of all d things u could've said, u chose to point out that I Kno nthing about Disney movies. That proves who's d champ here xD

Oh well. I got the taste of my own medicine after all. Happy now?

Me: y m I even talking to u?

Gabe💟: d answer is pretty simple. Coz u luv me ;)

Again? I'm starting to question his bizarre way of joking around me. Is he serious about his out of the box love jokes?!

And why do I keep on brushing off these hints? Why can't I go along?

Me: oh, get over urself.

That pretty much explains that I can't tell him I really am in love with him. And it kills me to realise that I don't trust him with my feelings; that the superstar in him might actually break my heart.

Funny business.
***