V for Vante | KTH

Chapter 2: TXT, Dancing and all that Jazz

A few days after your small exhibition, you Facetime your dad and little brother, Daniel, about all your adventures. The best one being, you getting a buyer on your very last day.. and him being the very last visitor. What are the odds? The mysterious man gave you the push you needed. It was like fate was telling you to keep doing what you were doing.

"Can you believe it, dad?" You say, with watery eyes. You hear his muffled shouts for joy, and  both your little brother and dad continue to cheer for you and congratulate you. 

You finally end the call with I love yous and I miss yous, and you promise your family that you will visit them soon.

In present, you are staying at a small apartment where Yura, your childhood BFF, resides in. Her space boasts indoor plants and organic coffee and white walls. Its aesthetic is modern yet homely, which is so like her.

On a Thursday evening, you are both winding down. Yura's PR job is keeping her busy during the day and you only have a few days until you fly out, so you're both determined to spend as much down time with each other as you both can.

You're pouring more red wine and cutting more honey cheese for your cracker before she stops you.

"Here. Take it! Please. They only gave me one ticket, anyway." Your childhood BFF slaps what feels like a thick, glossy piece of paper on your hand. You look at it with hesitation.

"I told you. There's no way I can-"

"I know how much you want to go! Please, Y/N. I want you to have fun," Yura winks, "Have some fun. Make some memories before you leave!" She nudges you suggestively and your eyes reflect hers pleadingly.

"Can I really?" You ask. She nods enthusiastically in return.

Your childhood BFF is a Jersey local, and her PR job gives her golden "free" tickets for all the little gigs she works for all over town. Needless to say, you feel a bit guilty for taking something she hustles for on the daily.

Plus, she knows you so well. You love live jazz!

She waves the ticket in the air in sass. "This ticket was meant for you, duh."

And she knows how to cheer you up. You feel like crying. You feel so lucky to have her in your life.

"Okay, but next time you're coming with me." You smile as you raise your wine glass and she clinks it in return. "Deal, Y/N."

And she basically let you freeload at her apartment for free so you could chase your dreams.

You love her for that. And you know you will do the same for her in a heartbeat.

With your heart bursting at the seams, you spread your arms wide, before she leans in and you give her a the tightest hug you've ever given.

"I owe you. Big time." You hug her even tighter this time, and she's unable to breathe from your love. "You owe me, no need to kill me." She muffles. Your laugh ripples across her tiny apartment.

Her friendship with you is like a pillar of strength. She laughs in return, before promptly telling you to drink your glass of red wine or else she will.

It's Friday night, just before 9pm and you're lining up at a warehouse-like entrance.