She bangs the door when she leaves (1)

My first girlfriend was a fellow trainee.

Her career started strong and ended in a flash. Her first album was a huge success and her first tour was a massive thing. Sadly, a scandal brought down all her hard work. While touring, she met an older guy, older and married guy, and the two got involved. The media got wind of it, and the rest was history.

But that is getting ahead. When she was my girlfriend, she was very intense with her feelings. As if she was giving all of her in our relationship. I could not match her enthusiasm and decided to break up. Even while heartbroken, she was intense.

The thing I remember about her and her intensity was her… squealing.

"ALDO!"

Her high pitch was always reflected in her high notes. I was even considering doing a collaboration with her…

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!"

Niccolo, surprisingly, shares that high pitch with her. Staring at him, I mentally ruminated all the songs I have written and composed and analyzed which one could be perfect for Niccolo.

"Was it a peck?! A chaste thing?! Or was tongue involved?!"

Why is this guy so invested in my relationship with Heidi? It would be flattering if he was sincere, but I am sure he only wants some gossip – or blackmail he can hold against me.

"Get out of here, Niccolo. I want some peace and quiet to think." I rub my brows with one hand and wave him away with the other. He spent lots of money in his high-end apartment, and he is always at others' places!

Niccolo narrows his eyes. "Hm, I guess since it was something as trivial as a peck, then I think others wouldn't think so much about it when they hear it."

Is that a threat, Niccolo? I glower at him. Ah, it seemed I've been too good to him lately that he has forgotten who's older here. "I guess your manager would love to see that video of you enjoying a very good night in Y country with… what was her name?" I drawl.

He does not openly react, but I do see his eyes widening a bit. Ha! That'll teach you to respect the one who's covered all your messes! "That's low, Aldo." He grumbles, but I see he is cracking under the pressure. He just needs a little – a huge – push.

"Since we're in a sharing mood, why not?" I shrug, unperturbed. "I can also share that time…"

"Fine! Don't tell me!" He whines, standing up. "I hope you die alone and bald!" He cries out as he makes his way out of my house.

I roll my eyes. Such a drama queen. No wonder he's an actor. Sighing, I drop down on the couch again. Finally, alone and with silence reigning in the house, a smile forms on my lips as I recall that unexpected kiss. Granted, it might have been just part of the act, but I am sure this giddiness will not go so soon.

So, I thought…

Since the day Heidi and I kissed, I receive no messages from her.

Me: [Hi, Heidi, it's been|] No, not like that.

Me: [So, Heidi, about your clothes in my house|] Hm… too forward.

Me: [I've been thinking about you|] Yeah, no, that's creepy.

Me: [Text me!|] Too desperate…

Me: [Are you alright?|] That's calling for misfortune!

Days go by with no message from her, and I really cannot find the words to start a conversation with her. Do I just send a greeting? Do I need a purpose for writing to her? Do I ask about her well-being? About her job? Ugh, the uncertainty.

Me (2:01pm): [Hey…] Pathetic…

Heidi <3 (2:40pm): [Aldo! Hi! omg, I forgot to write. How're you? Everything good?]

Oh, so it was as simple as that.

From that day on, we chat nonstop. Of course, I have to depend on her break times and the time she is at her house. And, I discover something extremely endearing about her. She cannot stay up!

Me (10:08pm): [and she already said her next series is about witches!]

Heidi <3 (10:09pm): [for real?! cant wait!]

Me (10:09pm): [that was internal gossip from bro. don't tell anybody 😉]

So, I wait… and wait for a few more minutes and she does not reply until the following morning when she says that she fell asleep. For a moment, I feel a bit ashamed as my lifestyle does not allow me to sleep early anymore while she is a healthy person with a healthy sleeping schedule, but then I think it is a good opportunity to ask her out and show her some night life!

Me (9:44am): [when are you free? Let's hang out]

After sending that message, I go shower and then, I raid the fridge for some breakfast. When I hear the ping of a new message, I quickly dive for my phone and open the chat app. What I see is not her reply, but a message from my manager telling me I am invited to spectate the latest fashion runway from Kan Lagerta, a very famous fashion designer.

Since I have nothing to do, I accept the invitation.

After all, it is only another fashion event.

That fashion event was the beginning of my first crisis with Heidi.

Days later, I face the most critical moment in my whole life. Not even in my trainee times when I could barely sleep and eat out of anxiety; and I had to outperform all the other people; and I had to spend days after days writing my own songs can compare to the moment I am living in this instant.

If I knew things were going to get like these, then I should have just rejected that invitation. Then again, why did I accept going to that fashion event? Oh yeah, because I was bored. And a bored Aldo, is a sure idiot. Tested and guaranteed!

And due to a perfect moment of idiocy from my part, a raging monster is spitting fire through its mouth and glaring at me. I am sure that if one strand of hair moves, I will lose my life, or at least a limb. Help! What to do when the woman you like is super mad at you and looks as if maiming is the answer to her problems?!

"When are they coming?" Heidi asks with a cold voice. A shiver runs down my spine, not out of excitement from her dominating demeanor - well, maybe a bit-, but out of fear.

"Next week." I say with a barely audible voice as I try to make myself look as small as possible in my spacious living room. When a woman visits a man, a scolding of epic proportions is the least the man expects. Since I am a unique man, this only happens to me.

She remains silent for a very long time that seems like eternity. I seriously rather she yells at me, like how she was doing minutes before, than see this cold attitude. This tense atmosphere is not good for me. Please forgive me, Heidi! Forgive this loose mouth of mine! I just didn't expect to come across your parents in that event! And for them to initiate a conversation with me! That really pulled the rug out from under my feet!

I want to say that, but that will just make things worse.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my cheap mouth strikes again!