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Harry's Point of View

July 21st (4 and a half years after the wedding)

I have been touring my third album since March.  I have started in Europe and slowly made my way through Asia to be on my way back from Australia.  I was suposed to head directly to LA for the North American leg of the tour, but knowing that Gyns is in England, I much prefer spending some time with her and our little one.  It reminds me that, apart from two months ago when Gyns surprised me on tour, I haven't seen them since I left.

I had an awful dream last week that has been haunting my every thoughts since then.  I just can't go on with my tour without seeing her again and without talking to her about the issues we've had for a while.  Actually, the last time I talked to Gyns, it went terribly wrong.  

I had just gotten to Japan when she called me.  It was in the middle of the night.  I was jet lagged and horribly knackered, definitely not in my best state of mind either.  I have been feeling so sorry about that since the moment it happened.

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A striking and annoying sound tears me from my sleep.  I am so tired it took maybe four seconds for me to fall asleep and here I am now, maybe twenty seconds later, awoken.  I should have turned my fucking phone off when I got here.

I reach out of the bed blindly and pat the surface of my nightstand to find the endless ringing phone.  I take it into my hand and slide my thumb on the screen to answer.  I don't even fake to be awake.  I am so pissed and exhausted that I want the person on the other end of the line to know they have troubled me.

I use my raspiest voice and clear my throat. 

"'llo?"  I mumble through the phone.

"Hey baby.  Did I wake you?"  Gyns' soothing voice tells me.

I feel instantly bad to have had so mean thoughts towards the caller.  I do am upset to have been woken up, but I have missed so many of her calls this week, I can't be mad at her.  I feel actually guilty to not have called her back.

"I just got to bed.  I am happy to hear your voice.  I've had a rough couple of days."

"Tell me about it...  I wish you could have been there.  Or at least have answered my calls.  You missed so much..."

"I'm so sorry.  What did I miss?"

"No, tell me about your week first.  What happened?  Everytime I called I got your voicemail.  And even the crew told me you were pretty busy, but not to worry.  I at least thought you would call me back..."

"I am so sorry, Gyns.  Columbia called to offer me another contract.  I have been talking with Jeff about it.  He joined me a couple of days ago.  In the meantime, I lost my passport, our guitars got-"

"What do you mean another contract?"  She cuts me midsentence.

"My contract with Columbia was to make three albums.  It's time to make another.  Jeff has had offers from other record labels.  They offer me a great deal of money, but what makes me hesitate is the three more albums to make."

"Why?"

"Because of the deadline.  I think Columbia would allow me a longer period of time to not lose me, but with you and Robyn at home, I don't want to be as away from you as we've been."