CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER TEN

Mark Conely

MARK BEGAN TO COMPOSE songs frantically to supply the lack that Josie had in his life, after composing more than eighty songs, he decided to record an unpretentious instrumental CD and sent it to her, from which he tore praise on the melodies composed by him, he also said that would use two of them, his favorites, in his first solo performance.

The CD was titled "J" and took Mark to the biggest stages in the world, opening shows for the great names in music, in addition to the special appearances he made in shows and films by various artists.

WITH THE SUDDEN SUCCESS of Mark, an inexperienced and shy violinist, however, with an inspiration that went beyond human understanding, he proved to everyone that it was possible to be successful without having to expose himself with aggressive or promiscuous lyrics.

With all this, there were many doors for Mark to enter, one of them was meeting a stylist who invited him to play in a fashion show, the hairdressers gave a radical slap on Mark's look that completely transformed him.

He imagined that he would just perform playing, he was forced by the audience to parade playing his instrument, that was the perfect marketing he needed to become an icon of beauty in the music world. It was an exotic and eccentric beauty, but the result had an effect that changed Mark's life forever, who became the brand's poster boy.

MARK, LIKE MOST musicians, had a regular life, and the only thing in the world that broke that routine was the letters he received from Josie, which he responded to immediately.

Mark's manager, Jaime Mayers, was a business man, had already been a great success as a musician in the not-so-distant past and was the son of two great stars who had one of the most unusual romances in human history. Jaime was the typical man who was born to be successful in life in all areas, especially in bohemia and with women, he amazed him when he invited Mark to his private parties and he just didn't show up and then gave the excuse that he had to study.

Mark visited him at his London mansion to meet his family and was in awe of the three paintings on the mantel.

— Who were they?

— My parents, Donovan Mayers and Cíntia Donnaville.

— Your mother was very beautiful.

— Modesty aside, there was never a woman as beautiful as she was — I'm sure that when she was born, Helen of Troy must have been very jealous.

WITH SUCCESS, came the crowd of hysterical fans who wanted to go out with him, even a virginity auction took place on the internet to get a VIP ticket to his performance in a rural Texas town. Mark found the whole thing so funny that he even took the winner to a dinner, but nothing to take anyone's virginity, just a gift for someone who was trying to get to the height of futility that every groupie has the annoying habit of doing.

For an instrumental musician, that was all thoughtless, however, Mark decided to let the situation lead him, he wouldn't force anything, everything would have to be natural, after all, he never imagined himself a catwalk model and even that was good, after all, her friend always invited him because of the success she had been and every time Mark had a space in his schedule, he gave her a treat, which she invested in him until she managed to sleep unpretentiously with the boy.

OVERNIGHT, HIS FACE appeared in countless magazines and newspaper covers all over the world, mainly in society columns, where Mark discovered that he was dating eight different girls at the same time, on several continents, it was the most total madness that had ever been. lived, the twenties arrived and with that the beard began to give a more elegant tone to his face, it was not the beauty that drew attention, even because he was not beautiful, but he appeared to be someone superior.

— Do you like MARKeting? — Jaime said whenever he entered his office — Nothing in the world attracts people's attention more than women, everyone likes women Mark, and when you are at the right time and at the right time, the world kneels at your feet.

— I can't believe this is all your fault.

Jaime smiled.

— Welcome to the world of business, Mark.

— Speaking of business, I was asked to do a charity auction and I was thinking of auctioning my first violin.

— That's wonderful for business.

THE ONLY LETTERS Mark read — of the thousands he received — were letters from Josie, who always sent his stories back home, maybe she thought Mark kept all the stories about him, but he didn't even read them, didn't give a damn. to what the media thought of him, so much so that success caught him off guard and unpretentiously continued his relationship with success.

His agent enjoyed all the things he conquered more than he did, his only desire was to play, simple as that, only now he had his own orchestra to make sure his dream came true.

Because of the distance, over time, Josie became just a character from her past and her dreams rather than a real person in her present.

With that, there were more and more hits and more and more women dreaming of being the "J" that her songs desperately screamed.

— I don't know who this 'J' person is that inspired you to write this, but keep her in mind.

Mark took a picture of her out of his pocket and showed it to him.

— Boy, this girl is a spectacle, you should date her.

— It's impossible at the moment.

— Why?

— She is in Moscow studying ballet.

— Is that your level of impossible?

He nodded.

— Apparently, the concept of the impossible has changed since when Jesus performed miracles in Judea.

— But do you think…

— Nothing we can't fix.

THINGS WITH HIS MOTHER changed too, with the fame and money he earned, his father managed to get back into his life. He still drank, but the fear of losing the boob he had with the allowance his mother received put him on the line for a while, at least that's what Mark imagined until he paid a surprise visit and saw his mother with a black eye.

— What happened, mother? — Was he again?

She turned around in embarrassment.

— Forget it, it was an accident.

— I won't forget a damn thing, we have to work this out and now.

Mark picked up the phone and chatted quickly.

— There's a hotel nearby where you'll be safe, then I'll send you the place where you'll stay, I'll sort things out.

— Don't you understand, son? It wasn't his fault.

— It never is, mother, how long are you going to protect him? Hadn't a life in hell with Dad been enough? Did I need to look for him again?

— Don't talk about him like that.

— That's what he is.

— I'm what?

Mark stared at him.

— I'm taking my mother away from here.

— Is that right, Margaret?

— No, honey, Mark is just a little excited about the incident. Charles came close to Mark and glared at him.

— I think it's good to mind your own business, kid, don't think just because you pay your mother's bills you have the right to tell her how to live, after all, you've already changed your diapers, and I don't doubt that you still change them.

Mark looked at his mother and saw that she wouldn't defend him.

— You know, mother, I wish you good luck.

And left.

MARK ENTERED a restaurant and was thoughtful about everything that had happened.

She doesn't deserve this guy... there must be something he can do for her.

Suddenly, he had a great idea, he just didn't know it was too late.