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headphones in here,” he told her and opened a drawer
containing four expensive headphones and two microphones. “Oh and
I've got a keyboard around here – well two actually. One MIDI one
for the computer and another to play. There's some drums, electric
guitar in the other room for storage and …”
“Wow! Seriously,
this is amazing. And you'd let me borrow it for a day. Tops.”
He sighed and
pulled down two posters from the wall. She noticed his face was
printed along with two other people, above lettering that read
“Element of Surprise.” She gulped and she stopped him taking down
the third. “Ellie?”
“Yeah,” he said
quietly and she looked at the poster.
“And you stopped
coming in here, 'cause of her.”
“I got this setup
'cause of her,” he responded fiercely as he took a few deep
breaths. “It's bringing back bad memories,” he snarled. “I just
hate this place now.”
“But … can't you
just move on?” Claire asked cheerfully and insensitively.
“She was …” Jack
gulped and looked back at the poster in front of Claire before
ripping it from the wall and thrusting it aggressively in front of
the teenage girl. “I found her screwing my best friend and band
mate,” he yelled, pointing at the two faces on the poster. “And I
loved her. How can I just move on from that?” He ripped the paper
into several pieces and threw them on the floor, before storming
out of the room.
Claire flinched as
he left and sighed. She stooped down to the floor, picked up the
pieces and walked into the small reception room – also containing
pictures of their old band, and he watched as she calmly took them
down. “I'm sorry,” she told him as joined him on a small couch.
“Really I am.” He didn't respond, and Claire spoke to break the
silence. “I didn't know.”
“No,” he murmured,
deep in thought. “I knew coming back in here would be pretty awful,
but I had no idea. We went out for four years.” He wiped his eyes
and stared at the floor. “And we were in this band, great vocals
she had. And we would spend hours just singing and recording. Best
friend on the guitar and we sent demo tapes to some recording
studios. We got a bit of interest as well. Doing well. Couple of
gigs at local pubs. I know Dad wasn't happy about it, but, we did
it. Won school talent competition. Getting real close to her. She'd
always said she wanted to wait until we got married before sex and
I was fine with that, but we used to spend hours cuddling and
talking. And then on her eighteenth I proposed, and she said 'no.'
She said she wanted to split up not get engaged, and it just broke
me. I spent the night wandering the streets and came home and wrote
two songs. I went to her house that Saturday night and serenaded
her with the music I wrote to try and win her back and my best
friend comes out, half-naked with her and she tells me that they
have been screwing for a year and just tells me to move on.”
“Crap,” Claire
muttered, and Jack sniffed.
“I've never had a
worst weekend. And this place, I was here so much with her. Our
first kiss was here. Our first song together was there, our first
everything was in these four walls.”
“Then maybe you
should reclaim it,” Claire suggested. “Maybe, clean it up and make
music again with someone else and banish the painful memories.
'Cause if you start having happy times here again, you won't have
it reminding you of her, will you?”
He snorted, and
Claire squeezed his hand causing him to smile. “I am not sure I can
make music at the moment. It's just too fresh.”
“My friend has
troubles too,” Claire told him in a calm, soothing voice. “I think
you two will get on. She's quite a livewire and is very confident.
Look, Jack, we don't have to clean this up for me to use, if it's
too painful. If you want me to leave and …”
“No,” Jack
interrupted. “You're right. I can't feel sorry for myself
forever.”
“No,” Claire
muttered. She bowed her
containing four expensive headphones and two microphones. “Oh and
I've got a keyboard around here – well two actually. One MIDI one
for the computer and another to play. There's some drums, electric
guitar in the other room for storage and …”
“Wow! Seriously,
this is amazing. And you'd let me borrow it for a day. Tops.”
He sighed and
pulled down two posters from the wall. She noticed his face was
printed along with two other people, above lettering that read
“Element of Surprise.” She gulped and she stopped him taking down
the third. “Ellie?”
“Yeah,” he said
quietly and she looked at the poster.
“And you stopped
coming in here, 'cause of her.”
“I got this setup
'cause of her,” he responded fiercely as he took a few deep
breaths. “It's bringing back bad memories,” he snarled. “I just
hate this place now.”
“But … can't you
just move on?” Claire asked cheerfully and insensitively.
“She was …” Jack
gulped and looked back at the poster in front of Claire before
ripping it from the wall and thrusting it aggressively in front of
the teenage girl. “I found her screwing my best friend and band
mate,” he yelled, pointing at the two faces on the poster. “And I
loved her. How can I just move on from that?” He ripped the paper
into several pieces and threw them on the floor, before storming
out of the room.
Claire flinched as
he left and sighed. She stooped down to the floor, picked up the
pieces and walked into the small reception room – also containing
pictures of their old band, and he watched as she calmly took them
down. “I'm sorry,” she told him as joined him on a small couch.
“Really I am.” He didn't respond, and Claire spoke to break the
silence. “I didn't know.”
“No,” he murmured,
deep in thought. “I knew coming back in here would be pretty awful,
but I had no idea. We went out for four years.” He wiped his eyes
and stared at the floor. “And we were in this band, great vocals
she had. And we would spend hours just singing and recording. Best
friend on the guitar and we sent demo tapes to some recording
studios. We got a bit of interest as well. Doing well. Couple of
gigs at local pubs. I know Dad wasn't happy about it, but, we did
it. Won school talent competition. Getting real close to her. She'd
always said she wanted to wait until we got married before sex and
I was fine with that, but we used to spend hours cuddling and
talking. And then on her eighteenth I proposed, and she said 'no.'
She said she wanted to split up not get engaged, and it just broke
me. I spent the night wandering the streets and came home and wrote
two songs. I went to her house that Saturday night and serenaded
her with the music I wrote to try and win her back and my best
friend comes out, half-naked with her and she tells me that they
have been screwing for a year and just tells me to move on.”
“Crap,” Claire
muttered, and Jack sniffed.
“I've never had a
worst weekend. And this place, I was here so much with her. Our
first kiss was here. Our first song together was there, our first
everything was in these four walls.”
“Then maybe you
should reclaim it,” Claire suggested. “Maybe, clean it up and make
music again with someone else and banish the painful memories.
'Cause if you start having happy times here again, you won't have
it reminding you of her, will you?”
He snorted, and
Claire squeezed his hand causing him to smile. “I am not sure I can
make music at the moment. It's just too fresh.”
“My friend has
troubles too,” Claire told him in a calm, soothing voice. “I think
you two will get on. She's quite a livewire and is very confident.
Look, Jack, we don't have to clean this up for me to use, if it's
too painful. If you want me to leave and …”
“No,” Jack
interrupted. “You're right. I can't feel sorry for myself
forever.”
“No,” Claire
muttered. She bowed her
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