& if it's fate, our paths will cross again x3

Chapter 13: "Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm"

"So, what happened yesterday?" "Shut up, Mart. Tell me what you want to drink." "I don't mind, just come over here already." He joins me in the living room and hands me a glass filled with some kind of liquor. We both take a sip and place the drinks on the table. Suddenly, he's putting his hand on my head and runs his fingers through my hair.
"Do you think fame will change us?" "I'm not sure," I answer as I look deeply in his blue eyes. The conversation I had with Andy months ago comes back to my mind where I told him that I'm not sure about Vince's songs and our future as a band. I still can't see us getting famous, at least not for long. "What are you thinking about?" I sit up again and take another sip from my drink. I'm not sure if I should tell him. "If something's wrong, you can tell me." Vince sits up as well and puts his hands on my shoulders. I can't tell him, not now. "Nothing, I'm just tired." Did Dave tell him what he thinks about his lyrics? "We can go to sleep if you want." He's returning to the kitchen to bring away the glasses. "Were you mad at me?" I'm still kind of upset that Vince hasn't answered my calls the last days and probably ignored me when I tried to visit him. "I don't know." I get up and go over to him. " Tell me what he told you, what pissed you off if it wasn't me?" "Shut up." "Make me." Vince puts his hands around my throat, tightens them and pulls me down until our faces are almost touching. I grab his wrists, trying to loose his grip. "He probably knows about us. And I'm not sure what he wants from you... I don't even care. You belong to me, I hope you know that." He slightly lets go of me as I take his head in my hands. "I know." "Promise me you won't let him bring us apart." Tears start forming in his eyes and I start being teary-eyed too. I'm not sure if I can do that, it's either Dave or him that has to go. But would it affect our relationship? I'm sure it would if I had to tell him. Vince leans his head against my chest, giving me a tight hug. I can't hold my tears back any longer, they start streaming down my face as I rest my head on his shoulder. "I don't want to lose you," is the only thing I can say with my shaky voice and the only thing I'm most afraid of. We decide to go to bed, make love and try to sleep. Hours later, I still find myself rolling from one side to the other. "Vince?" I whisper, knowing very well that he also has trouble falling asleep. "What?" "Do you think fame will change us?" It's completely dark but I can feel him looking at me. "I'm afraid it will." "Can you see us getting really famous? Like for a very long time?" "I'm not sure, I didn't think about that, to be honest." I can't believe Vince said that, does he even think about the consequences of his actions? "Then... what will you do if you can't cope with fame? And most importantly, what will you do if we won't be successful anymore in a matter of like two years, be on the dole again?" Vince sits up and I do too. "We won't fail. And if we do, I will save us if it's necessary. First, we have to get this far anyway." I turn on the light on the bed stand next to me. "Vince, we don't have much time left to think about this. We're already having photoshoots, gigs, we released singles and we'll have to publish an album very soon. I don't want to go back to wearing suits all day and working in a bank." He's lying down again, not being impressed by what I just said. "You don't have to worry. I read your songs, you showed me lyrics we won't even use now, remember? If I won't make that group last, you will." Vince pulls me down to lie next to him. With his arms around me and the answer he gave me, I manage to calm down and get some rest.

"Mart, is everything okay? You've been weird all day." Andy gets me out of my daydream one more time. "Yes, I've just got no sleep last night." "Did you go to Vince's place? Did you ask him about Dave? What did he mean with 'Dave couldn't mind his own business'?" I pour more beer in my glass. "Yes I spent the night there and yes but he didn't tell me everything. He thinks that Dave knows about us, you know, me and him." "I had a conversation with Dave," he says before he takes a sip from his drink. "When?" "Oh, some days ago. He told me nothing special really, didn't even ask about you. Just asked what I'd think about Vince's songs. He doesn't like them." "Tell me something I don't know," I say ironically and drink one more time. "Vince has to go." I choke and put my glass back down even though Andy didn't surprise me by saying that. "How can you say that? He's your friend." "So what? I don't like his lyrics. The first songs were okay but I can't stand the recent ones. They will be on the album, though. We won't last. Can't you write some more lyrics?" "You talked me out of it, remember? And if he leaves, what will we do as a trio?" The answer is obvious, I wouldn't even need to hear Andy's reply. "We'll find someone new and replace him." I don't know how to react so I just look out of the window before I look back to him. "What? We're not the only three people in this country owning synthesizers." "Let me think about that, I'll find a solution."