It was a warm and quite night. Stillness of the place had overcome your fast heartbeat and uncontrollable breath, making valuable to any conversation and ant touch.
If it was going to be any touch.
You exited the hotel and moved towards the garden with the pool. You there saw Matthías, wearing ordinary clothes for once in his lifetime. He seemed pretty thoughtful as he looked at the starry night sky.
You approached him slowly.
"Oh, haha, there you are!" he stepped forward and put his hands in his pockets.
"Hey, Matthías. How are you? You seem like something is going in your mind." you said kindly.
"Well, it's nothing, just tired, doing all shorts of things here and there and that was too tiresome for me. Nonetheless, it was such a hot day. Like, my suit wasn't coming off after the performance, can you believe it? I had been so sweaty, as a pig. Me and Klemens mostly. Do I stink now? I have showered but-"
You leaned a bit closer but he was just smelling like a tone of men's perfume. He seemed pretty worried for that though.
"No, everything's fine." you replied.
"Good, so, um...wanna have a seat?" he pointed a table and a couch by the illuminated with blue lights, pool.
You nodded and sat there.
"So, is everything ok? Why did you tell me to come here?" you asked.
"No reason." he frowned.
"Actually the guys had occupied the room and to be honest, I wanted some fresh air and relaxing time after all this today." he said.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, all good." you replied.
You remained there looking at the starry night, without talking for a long time.
"Spillingardans." at once you said.
"How come?" Matthías asked confused.
"Your song. Spillingardans. I adore how this word sounds. It has stuck on my mind for some reason. And the lyrics are deep too, like in every song of yours."
You thought you have scared him out a little, as he didn't speak.
"SPILLINGARDANS!!!" he sand with his extraordinary voice and that shook you.
"..wow.." you exclaimed.
"Ah, it wasn't that good." he said fixing his hair.
"You try now."
"What?" you asked kind of confused.
"Sing the next lyrics. Come on, I know you know them."
You couldn't do anything else but blushing on that. You knew what a fan you were and that you have heard and known the lyrics of every of their song.
"Matthías, I can't really imitate your voice. It's one and only.."
"Alright then, sing Klemens part. Or from "Hatrið mun sigra" that you surely know." he said.
"I can't sing.."
"Yes you can. I know that you can."
"No, please don't force me to that."
"But I know you can."
"Matt-"
"*YOUR NAME*!" he yelled.
You blushed hard and swallowed nervously.
"Allt sem ég sá.." you started singing Klemens lyrics from "Hatrið mun sigra".
When you finished, Matthías smiled at you and came closer.
"Bother joining us tomorrow on stage?" he asked.
"M-me? I can't fucking do that, don't be silly!" you punched him softly on hid left arm.
He grabbed your arm.
"I may have were bondage suits on stage and my video clips are full of BDSM stuff, but let me tell you the truth, I don't enjoy it when people hit me." he said while still holding your wrist and gave you a deadly look.
You felt scared and threaten.
"I'm...I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to do it to harm you or-"
He continued looking at you.
"Just joking!" he smiled.
"You did nothing wrong, but you should have seen your face! Maybe I don't enjoy bondage but that is fun right?" he punched your arm as well, but as a man he is, he put a bit more strength on that.
"Ouch!" you rubbed your arm.
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to hurt you, *your name*"
"Anyway, I wanted to know more about you actually. That's why I told you to come and find me here." he smiled.
"Alright, what do you wanna know then?" you asked.
"Well, have you had at your nap a dream?" he asked.
You looked up to the stars.
"No, actually."
"Then..." he unzipped a black backpack he had with him.
"Soda Dream©?" he laughed and gave you a bottle with his merchandised soda.
You took it after he opened it for you.
"Cheers!"
"Cheers and good luck!" you said.
*after some hours*
You were a bit drunk and Matthías looked as well so.
"Mat, can I ask something?"
"Go on." he said.
"Do you like Ástrós? You two guys look close together."
He stopped drinking his Soda Dream©.
"You really don't know my taste in women. You don't know me at all actually, we just met." he sipped some of his drink.
"So, who do you like?" you asked.
He starred at the stars and didn't speak to the slightest.
"I feel a bit tired." he stood up
"Let me escort you to your room and then I should go to sleep." he advised.
You both moved forward and went up to the third floor.
"Well, goodnight for now. I'm so glad we talked. We will talk again ok?" he said and you searched your pockets to reach your room key.
But out of nowhere, you felt Matthías shadows closer. You haven't even raised up your head and Matthías hugged you. Quite tight to be exact.
You stayed there, hugging, for a while.
He then backed up feeling awkward.
"Goodnight!" he said and run towards his room.
You took out of your jeans pocket your room key and opened the door. As fast as you closed it behind you, you squeaked in happiness and jumped on your bed.
You stayed there thinking about that night. And most important, that the Grand Final is coming up.
You dimmed the lights in your room and wore your night clothing.
Your phone ranged though, as if someone have sent you a message.
"I know you can sing. Sleep tight. You will join me tomorrow night, I'm sure. And I don't want you to be tired. Sleep tight."
It was Matthías.
You thought for a good reply.
"Góða nótt! :)" you wrote, even if you knew nothing of Icelandic.
"Þú getur syngt" = "You can sing"
Góða nótt = Good night
