The Suitcase (a-ha fanfiction)

The new album

"Ugh. Not Again." Frida muttered as she woke up to the irritating sound of her annoying alarm clock, beckoning to her ears. 

The sunlight seeped through the curtains and enlightened the room - making it apparent that her room --- was far more than just messy. 

She opened my eyes, to see her clothes strewn around. Not surprising. Also, not a pleasant sight eh? 

Frida Olesen was a 22-year-old woman, who was pursuing an Undergraduate Degree in Scandinavian Literature in her University. She was fascinated by the depth of art and theories behind it. However, although she just completed her final exams, she has a few credits to fulfill in order to get her degree. 

Before her College years - She was a music tourist -

(Frida: How long will you make me sit on the bed? I have to hurry up or I'll lose my attendance!) Sorry about that XD

We'll get to that later. 

Frida's toes landed on the wooden floor. As she walked around the room, picking up all her clothes on the floor.

"Shit. I was supposed to wash all of this and I totally forgot." She muttered again as she took her clothes and headed to her bathroom. 

- 

Frida took 45 minutes to fulfill her daily hygiene and wrap herself in her clothes. She headed to her kitchen and hurriedly made herself a grilled cheese sandwich. She looked at the clock and increased the speed of her hand movement. She loved the taste of her breakfast but she didn't have any time left, to even admire it slowly. She gobbled up her food - as much as she can - and simultaneously packed up her bags and adjusted her hair (by just combing it up)

She looked at the clock again as she headed to the living room and quickly wore her shoes. She then grabbed the key of her house and headed out of her home and locked the door in an agitated manner. 

Frida ran as much as she can. Her footsteps were loud and clear as she trod down. She couldn't afford to wait for her apartment lift to arrive ( given her time constraints)

It was the End of October,1990. 

Frida headed to her college - by sprinting.

-

" Damn, it's amazing how you managed to reach your class on time - despite you had like 45 minutes" Sebastian exclaimed as walked along side his close friend Frida.

"Yeah, it was a close shave " she replied as they were heading home

"A few more days, and you are close to your degree" he smiled as he ruffled his hair

"Haha, good thing you reminded me of that. We should celebrate!"

" Hmm... I have an idea for that, I think"

"Shoot"

"A concert"

"Eh?" Frida blushed

"Why not?"

"Well..um...I felt I was a different person back then. It was so thrilling to witness the musicians perform - without having to think about anything else. Today, I feel I don't have that privilege. Because... well, we are growing up"

" Hmm, I see. Maybe you can think about it. Just give it a thought. It might be something you don't want to miss. I remember how much you love it. But the choice is yours."

"Well, you have a point. Let me think about it. After all, there hasn't been anything new from our favourite artists. Also, I've been worried sick about Freddie Mercury."

" I understand, he seemed to be quite absent from the public. It's probably because of his health."

Frida and Sebastian head to the nearby Coffee Shop. After they place their orders,they continued their conversation.

"Hope so.. well, talking about anything new..I bet you've heard something from your crush-- a-ha" Sebastian continued

"Oh , holy moly! What?" Frida became flustered

"Hahaha, you seem to be flustered "
"Oh god, Sebastian..Shut up and tell me" she exclaimed as she laughed , as she remembered her teenage years

"They have a new album"

"Oh yes, that one. East Of The Sun West Of The Moon. I was going to get one this week!"

"I can't wait to hear it. But the reviews..it was pretty harsh"

"Harsh? Hahah that's another big joke the media has become. Have they listened to Scoundrel Days? If a-ha were from The U.S or The U.K or if the media atleast has the common sense to analyse the lyrical material. They would be just as major as George Michael, but in melancholy induced Synth-pop , not poster boys."

" Yeah, that's just weird. They didn't know Scoundrel Days was infused with Dostoevsky's Existential angst. It's legendary, but people took them for granted. What a shame"

"Yeah"

-

Around 7pm, Frida and Sebastian headed to the record store near to their appartment.

"You did have a crush on Morten, didn't you?" Sebastian giggled as they strolled around the store and looked through the records.

"Yeah, well...I kinda did. That was a long time ago. But now. Even though I love him, It feels more -- platonic. Now that he's married and all. "

"Makes sense"

As they strolled around, they encountered with the a-ha poster - promoting the album East Of The Sun West Of The Moon.

"So he turned from a mullet to a bandana" Sebastian exclaimed

"I know right? It suits him! He looks so much like... he's grown up! He kinda looks like a hunk. And so is Mags - I mean look at his magnificent beard - "

"Isn't that kinda obvious? Growing up and leaving certain things behind "

"Jesus Christ Sebastian! Don't emphasize on that please"

"Wow. Okay Haha... and by the way, he's the album you are looking for" he pointed out to the C.D stack which had a-ha's fourth album.

The duo smiled as they took their copies and headed to the counter.