Passing Through Love.

Broken pieces

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'' I need to talk to Mr.Arhonen...''I shouted at his assistant and frowned. ''What do you mean he's not here ? I don't care where he is,find him.Now''.

''I am sorry,Ms.Johnathan.I can not .He's on site,checking on the workers''His assistant said,his voice sounded scared more than anything.

Taking a deep breath and sighing I spoke again,my voice calmer. ''Tell Mr.Arhonen, that if he really cares about spending the night in his home when he returns then he better call me back''  

Hanging up,I turned and looked at Emily,who was staring at me ,mouth half open and closing just like a fish. ''What?'' I snapped at the poor girl and she frowned.

''You're in a bad mood today.''She noted.

''Good guess ,Sherlock Holmes'' I snapped back.

''Hey,no need to be mean.And easy on your blood pressure you have to be up on stage in five minutes.''She said as I turned and stared at yet another bloody stupid vase full of flowers.

It was exactly a month and three weeks after my night at Beyonce's party.Antone had taken off to German the next day and I've only seen him via skype ever since.We talked daily and all  but lately it wasn't enough.The week before my tour I had recieved a bouquet of flowers every day  but since the first day of my tour and things got even worse,I no longer recieved just a bouquet ,I recieved a big ,very big,vase full of the same two flowers.The vase was always crystal,big and beautiful but the whole thing was getting on my nerves.Even the card that used to come with the bouquet saying 'Forgotten admirer' changed to 'Forgotten lover '. It was like he knew that I knew who sent the bouquets .Worse it was like he knew Antone was no longer there to read his cards. I couldn't take it anymore.

''Ana..''

''Ana...''

''Ana..''

''DIANA..''Emily suddenly shouted,making me jump.

''WHAT?..''I answered with a frown.

''I have been calling your name for a while.You're needed on stage, come on.'' She said shaking her head at me.

''God..Fine''I took the mic from her and raced up stage,Taking a deep breath before shouting a happy 'Hello,Los Angeles ...Are you ready to party???'

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'Ellie Goulding-Beating Heart' I wrote on youtube and clicked on the song.I was addicted to the singer and alll her music.I just loved her.

It was exactly midnight,I had finished my concert exactly two hours ago ,but I had just arrived home.I had just put on my black and white cotton pjama and jumped right into bed.Lying down on my stomach,I placed my laptop infront of me and went straight to youtube,I needed to make a bit of researches and I couldn't do it without music. All the time while singing I couldn't take one thing out of my head.

Him..I couldn't stop thinking of the flowers and vases and the cards,I just couldn't.

I had never,in the last seven years,ever thought of searching for him over google but lately the thought had become more and more appealing that I finally agreed to do it.

If you got yourself angry or mad then it's all your fault. My subconsious said waving a finger at me in warning. 

''Oh please,I missed you being silent''I told her and frowned.I was talking to myself again.Perect.