Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 32

When the alarm clock rang I was lying on the bed with my eyes wide open. I hadn't slept for a single minute - I had just lain there, thinking about Mark and about everything we'd discussed the previous night.

Liz had gotten mad at me and she had every right to be mad. I was a stupid bitch, with my idiocy I had lost Mark, I had let him go straight back into Helen's arms. Who was she, I thought. What did she have that had hypnotized Mark, making him want to marry her?

 Right, twelve years had gone by since we had met and a lot of things had happened. Robbie had left the band and six months later, there was no Take That. Everyone went on their own separate ways, Mark and Gary releasing their solo albums. After having disappeared from the public eye, Mark made his comeback when he entered Celebrity Big Brother and won the grand prize, and that allowed him to release a successful second solo album. He then set up his own record label and recorded a third album some time before TT would reunite. And now Mark was a super star. He earned lots of money and the band's concerts sold out everywhere.

What happened to me instead? I had started classes at Juilliard and worked with my cousin. I met Jamie a couple of years later and dated him for eight years. Once I graduated, I got myself an agent who did nothing but get drunk and give me crappy auditions which didn't take me to Broadway. Hmmm, I think I'm missing something... Oh yeah, my best friend (Liz, that is) made me realize that I was still in love with Mark, so Jamie and I broke up, giving Liz another excuse to convince me to move to London with her. What an exciting life eh?

I hit the snooze button and sat up on the edge of the bed, thinking that perhaps it would be better if I didn't even go to the rehearsal that morning. As I washed my face, brushed my teeth and headed downstairs I thought that surely that one was one hell of a chance to get a great job but that would imply having a working relationship with Mark. Me, a common girl from Brooklyn that couldn't give him anything. Me, an American girl who surely couldn't compete with Helen.

"Morning..." I told Liz as I appeared through the kitchen doors.

"Hmmhmm..."

"About last night---" I started off but before I could speak any longer, she interrupted me.

"Greta called... she's coming over in half an hour so we can catch up before you two leave for rehearsals..."

"Oh..." I was surprised about her news "But I don't wanna go---"

"Oh..." she mocked me "But you are going---"

"No, I'm not..." I frowned.

"Yes, you are... and I don't wanna hear you saying anything else---"

"But Liz..."

"Shush!" she showed me the palm of her hand and pointed at the newspaper she was reading. As I poured some coffee into a mug I wondered when she had decided to read newspapers in  the mornings and when was the moment in which she had decided to help me once again.

"You alrite hun?" I sat down next to her and she nodded without parting her eyes from the paper "Last nite Mark and I decided that we---"

"That sounds great!" she put the paper away and stood up with her mug "Gonna have a shower before Gre arrives, you have your breakfast and read something---" Liz passed me the paper and smiled before she went upstairs.

Hmmhmm... she was acting weird... or weirder than usual. I shruged and skimmed the paper. Nothing exciting. British people don't have interesting news I thought, well... perhaps it was just me having an 'I-don't-care-about-the-news-today' attitude.

When Liz got out of the bathroom, I got in. I had a shower and after getting dressed, I decided that it'd be a good idea if I started to prepare my mind for what was gonna happen in less than two hours. Greta was already home, I could hear her shrill loud voice from my bedroom. Huh... that was going to be one difficult task, to make her understand all that happened since she started Uni and vanished from our lives as magically as she appeared on 'Good Morning America'