Imaginary Diva (On-hold)

Chapte 1: East Meets West

Author's Note:

Hello, there. This story is about Westlife and a girl from the Philippines who went to Ireland just to see the band. This will be my first English story so expect some grammar errors but I'll try to fix them. Hope you like it. Thanks.

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My first story Dreams Come True: Westlife Syndrome is still at process. Keep on reading that as well. Thanks.

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Kara's POV:

2013, Dublin, Ireland. One year after the band Westlife disbanded

"Day after day, time passed away
And I just can't get you off my mind
Nobody knows, I hide it inside 
I keep on searching but I can't find 

The courage to show to letting you know
I've never felt so much love before 
And once again I'm thinking about 
Taking the easy way out 

But if I let you go I will never know 
What my life would be holding you close to me 
Will I ever see you smiling back at me? (oh yeah) 
How will I know
if I let you go?" 

I'm at the diner kitchen, cooking the Filipino food Tinolang Manok. Yes, I'm cooking Filipino food here in Ireland, because I'm working in diner where the Asian cuisine and other foods around the world is serving here. The diner is called East Meets West or simply EMW. Sounds like a car brand right?

And while cooking, I'm also singing my favorite song. Well, it's just my way of taking my boredom away, and it's also a pampagana to me, for me to cook better.

"Hey, Kara! Are you done cooking?"

"Yes, Jena, I'm almost done here."

That's Jena, the cashier in the diner. She's Chinese came from Taiwan and been working here in Ireland for five years. Yeah, she's one of the longest serving employees in this diner. She's the bubbly one among us, but serious when it comes to work. Jena is my closest friend since I worked here in Ireland. She's also my board mate as we stay at the same boarding house.

I'm done cooking. I take a scoop of soup in the three bowls together with the other ingredients. Then I put one cup of rice on the each three plates. I just wonder why there are three orders of tinolang manok for today.

"Here's the Tinolang Manok", I said and served it on the counter.

"Hmm... Smells good. Delicioso", said Miguel, who went to me, smelled what I've cooked and get the order from me. He winked to me before he went to our customer.

Miguel is from Mexico. He works here as the bartender. However, he only shows his bartending skills at night especially to the ones who wants to drink. So it means that this diner shifts into pub when night comes. He's the romantic one and always loves to flirt his female co-employees especially me. He also loves to eat, and that's the reason why he worked here in Ireland. He's also the youngest among us. But our age gap is not too far.

"Now, time for cooking Chicken curry, Indian style, but let me help you this time", said Katreena, who went to the kitchen and prepare some ingredients we're going to cook. She smiled at me.

Katreena came from India. She's the house keeper in the diner. But when her duty is done, she helps me in cooking. She's the most courteous among the employees, always ready to help her co-workers. She loves to dance, and she taught us some dances from her country.

When I'm not cooking, I'm helping Jena to the counter in receiving cash from the customers. However, kitchen is really my workplace, and cooking is my passion, especially when I was in the Philippines back then. When I'm cooking, I feel that I'm in heaven cause I just love doing that. Cooking different dishes around the world, like Chinese, Filipino, Indian, Japanese and other cuisines, it just make me feel happy.