"Uh..." I stood up on stage, acoustic guitar cradled in my hands, and "fed" into the microphone in front of me a few times before I began to say, a little more formally, "My God of Fortune, Steven, has fallen out of love again... for the um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um... how many times? I think it was the fifth... Five?""Yeah, the eighth time," I smiled shyly, "Sorry, I've just had a lot to drink and I might be a bit incoherent right now..." I cleared my throat and continued, "I'm going to send a song to Steven now, to try and show him that he's not alone... 'Nobody Loves Club', please." As soon as the words were out of my mouth, a crowd of people on stage began to ghost yell.Someone from the stage shouted, "The eighth time!!!"Leslie suddenly turned her head and asked, "This is a pub?"The host guy on TV suddenly yelled, "Steven! Happy New Year!" Immediately after that, Steven appeared in fr
With all these thoughts in my head, I was lying on the sofa, but I was as restless as if I were lying in the Dead Sea. It was nearly twelve o'clock when I felt like I was suffocating to the point of dying. Without telling Zephyrine in advance, I grabbed my keys, put on my jacket, and almost unconsciously made my way near her radio company. By this time, Zephyrine's show had just started, so I slipped over to the nearby McDonald's and ordered an orange juice before sitting silently and alone by the window, staring. It was only when I looked at the blank face reflected in the window that I came back to myself a little. What was the point of rushing over here so impulsively? If I see Zephyrine later, what should I say? Hiding my head in the sand like an ostrich to escape reality - that's the only thing I know how to do now. And that's how Leslie and I said goodbye tonight." There are probably few people in the world who are as honest as Leslie. I leaned my head helplessly against the
"It's up to you what you love, why should you care what others think?" Leslie said lightly as she looked at me. I was busy casually saying something to relieve her, "You owe me an orange in this life, you'll have to pay it back in the next life, remember." "Your girlfriend," she continued, "why didn't you see her come to you?" Leslie didn't notice my complicated mental activities as she continued to ask, "If you don't care, then why are you still..." I said to Leslie, a little guiltily, "I really did overdo it, didn't I?" If I hadn't scared Maleah, Leslie wouldn't have had to do some of the odd jobs that Maleah was supposed to do, like sweeping the floor. But Leslie didn't seem to care, she just smiled and turned her head to look at me, and then proceeded to bend down and sweep away the dust on the floor that only Leslie herself could notice. After completing all the odd jobs, Leslie sat down at the counter to check the orders as usual, while I stayed quietly at the side and didn
"It's a shame about the unfinished piece," Leslie said softly, "aren't you going to finish it?" With that, she lowered her head again and tapped the keys, "Even though it's a guitar score, if it was you, you'd have no problem finishing it on the piano, right?" After saying that, she raised her head again and looked at me with a slight smile. "What's wrong?" Presumably noticing that I looked a little off, Leslie asked softly. "Come along," Leslie said to herself, "I'm planning on going to dance class tonight... Just keep me company." After I made such a fuss, Leslie was much more energetic, and she seemed to be in a good mood all day, with a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. I was happy to see her in such a good mood, and I felt that when Leslie smiled, all the flowers in the shop smiled. In the evening, Leslie left the flower shop and went home as usual, but for some reason, she changed her clothes after dinner and looked like she was going out. I remembered that Leslie onl
Leslie frowned and tried very hard to puff up her palms, but it was still very hard. It is reasonable to say that dance practitioners are very good at mimicking, and their limbs shouldn't be so stiff. Seeing that she had been tinkering for half a day without making any progress, I had no choice but to habitually reach out my hand to cover the back of Leslie's hand, wanting to correct her movements. I saw Leslie frown as she suddenly asked softly, "What's going on?" After saying that, she turned sideways and took my hand again. I didn't say anything, and moved like a fool. "How long has it been since I've touched an entity"-that was the only thing that came to my mind. Well, that and thinking "Leslie's hands are soft". The very moment our hands touched each other, Leslie and I both froze. Leslie lowered herself to pick up the score, and as she stood up straight she looked at me again and asked softly, "Can you touch anything else but me?" The tone of her voice was subdued, as if she
Leslie opened her mouth and was about to say something when I suddenly heard someone shouting from a short distance away, "Leslie?" Leslie and I turned our heads in the direction of the voice at the same time, remembering that we didn't close the door of the dance classroom when we came in, only to see that Colten was standing in the doorway at some point, and he was looking at this side with a surprised expression on his face. Without waiting for Leslie to reply, Colten had already walked himself through the door, but he seemed a little nervous, slowly approaching but stopping a short distance away as he asked again, "What brings you here when we don't have class today?" "Colten," Leslie replied softly as she turned around just then, "I... missed something here, and I just happened to be passing by the school today, so I came up to get it." In fact, this reason was so grudging that it would make people crack at the slightest point, who would stand next to the piano for half a day m
It turned out that not only was the door small, the space inside was also small, monotonous four white walls, a small brown sofa against the wall, and a wooden cabinet in the corner, there was nothing else in the locker room except for these.Colten walked towards the wooden cabinet, and took out a letter from his pocket while... A letter? He opens the cabinet, puts the letter inside, and then closes it again. Not leaving immediately, Colten leaned his head against that cabinet and sighed deeply. What the hell was going on here? Without waiting for me to get back to my senses, I suddenly heard Colten, who had rested his head on the door of the cupboard, mutter to himself, and although his voice was very small, I could hear it clearly, "Accept me... Accept me." Before I could think carefully about what he meant by that, Colten unexpectedly slammed his fist on the cabinet door again. Immediately after that, he held his head in his hands and roared, then quickly opened the cabinet, took
Hurrying to catch up, I followed behind her and explained haphazardly, "Zephyrine, you... You misunderstood." Because she was walking too fast, Zephyrine's long curly hair bounced mischievously on her shoulders. The familiar scent of shampoo greeted me, and I couldn't help but start to sway. A sudden shock: I was actually swaying because of the shampoo scent in Zephyrine's hair! What is this with that. Zephyrine, however, sneered, "What are you telling me that for?" I couldn't respond for a moment. "Ah!" Before I could finish explaining, Zephyrine suddenly let out a shriek, her body then swayed twice, and she looked like she was about to fall down. Didn't you angrily leave the restaurant at noon today because you misunderstood my relationship with Caleb? Wasn't it because of this matter that you were angry with me for the whole day, not even answering the phone or wanting to care about me? And now you're asking me why I'm telling you this? I looked at Zephyrine incredulously, fee