Capítulo 14: Out for coffee
"A well respected figure, giver to the people and all out honest man. Franklin J Miller ladies and gentleman", the interviewer states while she introduces my manager to the stage.
It's week two of the Music festival, and today they're doing a on stage Live interview of Mr Franklin J Miller. The crowd goes wild as Mr Miller comes up on stage. But as I stand amongst the crowd, my claps are rather sarcastic and slow.
"So Mr Miller, what could you say was the main catalyst that lead to your success", the interviewer questions him. Mr Miller clears his throat, "well it's really something we all can do, which is simply having an honest living. An honest living leads to honest success", he states.
I immediately roll my eyes because one, that's a whole lot of bullshit, and two, that last quote he said is actually a line from one of my unreleased songs.
"And how do you feel about our little town Mr Miller", the interviewer asks him. "If I'm being real, I absolutely love this town. It's just bursting with culture and talent", he claims. His statement is definitely true, the culture and talent part. But as for the loving part, it's rather questionable if you constantly hear a man finding fault in your hometown. Sure it seems backwards at times, but it's way ahead in creativity even on a slow day. I mean look at me, I'm proof of that.
I soon get tired of listening to this interview and start walking off. "Hey! You're not staying for the rest of the interview", a man from the crowd asks me. I tell him, "I've heard it all before". "Your loss", he says. "Wasn't much of a gain in the first place", I mumble while walking off.
I decide to sit down by a grassy area. The grass is green, and fresh so it's a perfect spot to sit on. I soon decide to lay down on my back, put my earphones on and blast away. After a few minutes I start to close my eyes and drift off. But I get the sense of someone standing above me. "Nice legs", I think to myself, after I open my eyes and notice them first. I soon follow the structure of the legs moving upwards with my eyes. 'Okay, I definitely know this body shape", I tell myself.
"Enjoying the show", Catherine exclaims with her hands on her hips. She's lucky my music was low enough for me to hear what she said. I pull out one ear piece, and tell her, "I was till you stopped me midway". "Eyes to yourself K", she responds with a chuckle.
Might keep my eyes to myself, but I can't make promise with these hands.
I write that piece of verse in my head.
I soon get up, standing right in front of Catherine. Our faces are so close to each other, and at kissing distance. As tempting as it seems to close the small distance between our lips, I decide to play it cool.
"What's up", I ask her while pulling back slightly.
"I should be asking you Mr antisocial", she responds. "Not too keen with listening to Mr Miller's interview", she asks me. "I'm not too big of a fan", I tell her. "Yeah. Me too. I don't know there's just this fake and Devilish thing about him", she says.
I think to myself, "you have no idea".
"Anyways what are doing here. Looking for that big scoop", I question her. "Is it that obvious. I've only been coming to this festival because my gut keeps telling me there's a big scoop here. I know it's so close, I can feel it", she says in a determined tone.
If it's close enough to feel, I'm pretty sure your heart is close enough for me to steal.
That's another verse being dotted down in the mind.
"Well I'm not sticking around here anymore to find out what it is. I need to get out of here", I tell Catherine while walking off. "I'll come with you. I need to clear my head anyways", she states while grabbing my hand and following behind.
I don't want to read into this wrong,
but reading through you says you wanna be the Inspiration for my next love song.
Okay enough of that...
"Well I'm not going anywhere particularly interesting", I tell Catherine. "Aaww, I thought the guy was supposed to entertain the girl", she says while pulling her bottom lip. "You ask way too much of me", I tell her as we walk to the car.
We get to a coffee spot, and have a few cappuccinos there. Catherine starts looking at these young girls dancing to this trendy song playing out of their Bluetooth speaker. "You know I kinda enjoy the beat of the song, but I'm not a big fan of the lyrics", she says. She continues on saying, "mmh she's not bad, that girl over there. But I definitely can twerk way better than her though".
I almost choke on my cappuccino after she says that. "And then, Catherine", asks me. "Oh nothing! I just underestimated how strong this cappuccino was", I tell her while half coughing.
She turns her head back facing the girls and says, "who ever wrote that song though must of been one lonely sex deprived individual". "I say nothing after that because I kinda contributed to the making of that song. While the first verse and chorus mostly.
"So do you plan on leaving straight after the festival", Catherine turns my way to ask me. "Uhm. Well thats the plan really I guess", I tell her. "Well plans have the potential to change don't they K. So can't you stay a little longer", Catherine asks me.
She was really putting me in a tight position. And as kids I always failed to say no to her. "Uh-huh. Yeah, uhm. Mmh", my only response to her. "Come on K, you can't just up and leave like you did 5 years ago. And you especially can't leave without making amends with TK", she cries out to me.
I soon hold my head, and tell her, "I don't even think TK wants to hear anything I have to say". "Well you can't give up now. I don't really understand why you just left us, but I do understand everything changed after Chris died", she says while holding my hand.
I roll my eyes, and let out a loud sigh. "Okay, I'll give it one last try", I tell her. She soon smiles and tells me, "I'm proud of you K".
"Yeah. Like I haven't heard that one before", I think to myself.
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