P.O.V. Amaya
I arrived at my hotel room with my anxiety at its peak. I was once again experiencing those horrible symptoms that a person who suffers from anxiety attacks has: shaking, sweating, nausea, crying for no reason, and difficulty breathing. My mind began to replay that memory in which I wanted to end it all and disappear.
Flashback.
2006.
San Diego, California.
The night had fallen quickly after a day walking around the city, I was only a few days away from going back to school after the Christmas holidays, which I don't like, since I don't want to go back to that hell that I go through every day. My family had gone out to dinner, I stayed in the room which was on the fifth floor of the building, I was totally alone, with all the lights off except for a lamp that was in a small piece of furniture that was next to the bed where I was lying, which was a few inches from the window where you could see the dark city and little lights everywhere.
*With that body you have you look like a prostitute...*
*We don't accept freaks like you...*
*Surely in the future you will die single, nobody would love you for who you are... as a phenomenon*
*That dress you're wearing makes you look like a slut...*
Tears began to come out of my eyes with force, I can no longer bear those horrible insults that destroy me more and more, but what destroys me the most is remembering that person who hurts me every day.
*At your age, many girls are barely developing... but you, at this age, look like a beautiful 18-year-old woman...*
*You are so pretty that to be my student, it makes me want to make you mine...*
*LET ME GO! DON'T HURT ME PLEASE*
*If you tell anyone about this, it will make things worse for you...*
"I can't take it anymore..."
My breaths are hectic and my right arm won't stop bleeding, I knew the time had come.
I got up from the bed and with a slow step I approached the window, although fear invades me, I am determined to do it, I opened the window slowly avoiding attracting attention. The cold air began to enter the room and you could hear the sounds of cars, trucks and motorcycles passing through the streets, I sat in the chair next to the window and looked down with the greatest courage in the world.
"Everything is to be in peace..."
A crooked smile formed on my lips, I dropped my legs out the window, they were swinging nonstop, little by little I began to push myself out, I continued like this until I was just a few millimeters from the edge.
And without thinking twice...
End of flashback.
"I was only 14... How come I thought of wanting to do that?"
I asked myself in a low voice feeling a lump in my throat, with the key I had in hand I opened the door of the room and quickly entered with my things, without taking a quick look at the place I went to the bathroom leaving the suitcase on the floor and the backpack on the bed, I was feeling very bad, literally in my own perspective, traveling alone is something totally complicated, especially if you suffer from panic attacks, Borderline and post-traumatic stress, I feel like an animal trapped in its cage who goes through the same thing over and over again every day.
I entered the bathroom with unsteady steps, I was feeling like a rag doll that can't stand up, I held on to the sink looking at the mirror, I had tears running nonstop down my cheeks, my nose was red and my eyes were swollen.
"God, I look terrible..."
I let out a shaky sigh, turned on the cold water in the sink and began to wash my face, after a few minutes, I turned off the water and dried my face with my shirt leaving my abdomen wet, I barely got out of the bathroom, I took my shirt off over my head leaving me in just my bra, I went to where my suitcases were, from one of them I took out an old t-shirt that was from high school, I sat on the bed with the t-shirt in my hands, I took off my bra putting it on top of one of the pillows leaving my breasts uncovered for a few seconds, I put on the shirt which miraculously fit me and lay down, I glanced at the bedroom window and a shiver ran down my spine as I remembered my 14 year old self about to throw herself from a fifth floor building through the window of a hotel room.
"What will become of them all now? Will they still remember me as the phenomenon girl with the body of an adult content actress?"
I asked myself, a yawn came out of my mouth and a few minutes later I fell asleep.
P.O.V. Tim
These first hours of arriving in Belgium were quite different from what I had two years ago, at the airport I met a pretty girl who is going to see me at Tomorrowland, I don't know, but during the first minutes of seeing her, I felt a little strange, I felt how my heart began to beat rapidly, in addition to that it had started with that feeling of butterflies in the stomach, when we accidentally collided at the airport, I never imagined that this would make me invite her to accompany me in these days that will be awesome, I need to see it again. I reached the fifth floor of the building where my room was located, the corridor was somewhat silent, I could only hear the sound of my slow steps and the wheels of my suitcases, out of the corner of my eye I looked at the doors of the rooms where I had the assigned number .
"510... room 510..."
I spent a few seconds searching, until I finally managed to locate the door to my hotel room which was at the end of the hallway.
With quick steps I went to where the door with the number indicated on my key was, I need to rest a little from the trip, I have to continue preparing my set for the festival, being just a few meters from the room, my walk was seen interrupted when I happened to see that the door of a room was open.
"Who could have left this room open?"
I asked myself somewhat confused, I took steps back to see who was the person who was inside, for a moment I thought it would be someone from the cleaning staff who would be fixing there for the next guests, but it was not.
My heart beat again like crazy when I saw her... she was lying in bed, apparently she was asleep from the trip, I started looking at her from head to toe, her white and delicate skin like porcelain, her curves, legs and well-formed arms, apparently she does a lot of exercise, her beautiful brown-bluish bicolor hair is beautiful.
I directed my gaze to the other side of the corridor and with quick steps I went to my room, being already in front of the door I inserted the key in the lock and turned it, I took the knob and entered the room, I let out a sigh of relief and a smile formed on my face, I left my bags near my bed, I hung my backpack on the chair that was next to a small desk, I took off my tennis shoes leaving my socks on and lay down on the bed.
"Ahhh finally..."
I took my cell phone out of my pants pocket, turned it on and started to see my social networks, I started looking at Instagram, I had many notifications of likes, comments on my photos, tags in fan publications that They were related to the fact that I will perform on Saturday at Tomorrowland, for a moment I was looking at my things on my phone.
*Knock Knock*
Someone began to knock on the door of my room, I formed a confused expression at the same time that I left my phone on the bed and got up from it to go to the door and open it, the knocks became more and more often that I began to Headache, I got to the door immediately taking the golden knob, I opened the door allowing myself to see the lucky one to be knocking in a scandalous way at the door of the room.
"Tim Bergling Lidén." I listened to my manager Ash with a demanding voice. "Your break time is over, it's time for you to continue preparing your set for Saturday that you are going to perform first thing in the morning."
He entered the room with steps quickly, he went to where I had my backpack and from it he took out my computer to give it to me.
"My dear manager Arash Pournouri..." I took the laptop giving a short pause, I went to the desk and put my computer there. "Do me the favor of letting me rest for at least a few hours, the flight was heavy because I was working 8 damn hours on end, my set is almost done so don't be pressuring me."
"I'm pressuring you because I want you to have your set ready once and for all so you don't have to be rushing at the last minute."
He crossed his arms and I just snorted, Ash convinces me very easily.
"Well, okay."
Reluctantly I sat on the desk chair and turned on my computer, and without saying a single word I kept working on my set, mixing rhythms and melodies, that made my music different, something totally again, I was also in the process of my first studio album which I plan to release in September, it will be quite incredible.
2:57 pm (UTC +1)
"God... I'm exhausted."
I left the computer aside and began to stretch, managing to hear my bones crack after sitting in one place for several hours, I still have some things to finish but the best thing would be to rest once and for all .
I got up from the chair and went to the bathroom, did what I had to do and came out already relieved after holding my bladder full to the point of exploding for hours, I sat back in the desk chair to continue working, despite Being a DJ for a few years is very tiring.
"Well... I just have to check some details and it will be finished."
I cleared my throat, A knock on the bedroom door was heard and it immediately opened. I turned around in my chair to see my manager approaching me at the entrance of the room.
"Here... so you can hydrate yourself." The black-haired man handed me a bottle of cold water, I grabbed the bottle and put it on the desk. "I have things to do, I'll see you tomorrow for the interviews you have scheduled." A shiver ran down my back. "By the time the driver arrives for us, you should be bathed and dressed."
He went to the door of the room, opened it and left as if nothing had happened.
I began to feel how the blood was going to my stomach, the nerves that tomorrow I had to present myself for the interviews were great, being a very shy and nervous person, I feel manipulated, but I know that I have to do it anyway because I don't want to see myself as the typical selfish and smug celebrity, I love my fans, I love what I do a lot, but I'm starting to feel that this is too much, regarding my acute pancreatitis, I should try not to consume alcohol, but this is the only way by which I can calm my anxiety, I think because of this I feel that I will end up dead soon.
I grabbed the water bottle and opened it to take a sip while my eyes continued to stare at my computer screen, I placed the plastic cap on the bottle's nozzle without closing it completely and continued working on the set, changing a few things, I listened to the clicks of the laptop mouse and felt the soft, fresh currents of air passing through the large window of the room which was open, I continued taking sips from my water bottle until it was completely empty.
"Done! Finally!" A sigh of relief came out of my mouth and I saved the set on my computer with all the happiness in the world, I got up from the chair at the same time that I stretched my body again, I could hear several of my bones creaking. "Now, it's time to take advantage of all the free time I have left."
I turned off my computer, went to bed and put on my tennis shoes to leave the hotel room, my mind began to be invaded by the beautiful face of the girl, the desire to see her again was great, and I could not resist.
I left my hotel room locking it with the key and I went to the girl's to see how she was, I need to talk more with her, know more about her, I walked down the corridor with slow steps until I was only a few meters from the door from the room where Amaya was staying, to my surprise the melody of a guitar began to be heard throughout the corridor and a beautiful voice began to penetrate my ears, the voice seemed familiar to me, I had the feeling that it was the young man, I continued stealthily until I reached the bedroom door which I kept ajar, the melody is heard loud and I quite like it, the song that was playing on the guitar was Counting Stars by OneRepublic, for a moment the music stopped and I managed listen to the girl clear her throat for a second.
"Once again, that note did not come out."
I heard the young woman say to start over from scratch.
The guitar melody echoed through my ears again.
[Author's note: The song is in multimedia when the chapter starts so that they can play it in this part of the story ;)]
I went into the room and closed the door while we continued singing, the opposite seeing me at first was surprised, but in the end she gave me a smile that caused a blush on my cheeks, I approached the bed and immediately sat on it looking to the one with bluish-brown hair and my heart began to beat faster and faster, she has a beautiful singing voice that hypnotizes me, the synchronization of our voices resonated nonstop around the room, also combining the melody of that instrument that the girl was playing, a strong gasp of air from us echoed through the room at the same time that the music faded indicating that the song had ended and I adjusted my cap so that the visor was behind my head.
I cleared my throat to start speaking.
"You sing amazing."
That little phrase made Amaya look at me.
"Thank you." She let out a small laugh. "you sing well too."
She left her guitar in her case that was on top of some pillows.
"Thanks Amaya" I swallowed. "Well, I'm hardly one to sing, how long have you been singing?"
I asked her.
"Since I was a girl, around 8 years old, I began to sing." She adjusted her hair. "My parents took me to singing classes during the rest of my childhood, and all of my adolescence until I had to stop going for University."
"And how is it that you learned to play the guitar?"
I had many doubts.
"My father taught me to play it, in fact that guitar..." She directed her gaze to the instrument, I did the same action. "It was his, he loved playing it a lot."
An embarrassed expression formed on my face after analyzing what the girl said earlier, it must be difficult for her to mention that her father passed away, so I didn't say anything, I didn't want her to remember that moment again.
"Is something wrong?"
I heard the other ask making me come back from my thoughts.
"No, nothing happens."
A nervous laugh came out of my mouth.
"Are you sure? I know what you're thinking right now is about my dad...he passed away last year from cancer."
My eyes widened.
"You didn't need to tell me, I don't want you to feel bad about that memory."
"No, it's okay, I know very well that now he is free from suffering, and that he is very proud of me and my family because we managed to move on." A small smile formed on his lips.
A silence formed throughout the room for a few seconds until I got up from the bed.
"Well I have to go, I need to finish some things."
I lied, still feeling my heart beat fast, with quick steps I went to the door, I took the knob and opened the door of the room to leave.
"Wait Tim..." The girl approached where I was standing just a few centimeters face to face. "Regarding what happened at the airport, I never imagined meeting you, seriously, not much that I If you were to invite me to accompany you at the festival..." She swallowed. "I'm a big fan of yours, and the fact of being only meters or centimeters away from you makes me feel very lucky."
Her voice could be heard a little shaky.
"Really? I didn't expect to meet you either, you're a very pretty girl, with a lot of talent." I turned to see her and she immediately blushed. "Come here..."
I let Amaya get closer to me, little by little I put my arms around her body hugging her, she did the same, I could hear her small but agitated breathing due to nerves.
A few minutes passed and we separated from the hug, we said goodbye and I went to my room with my heart beating like crazy and my cheeks turning red, that moment for me will always be very...
Special...
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Second chapter after almost a month, school and rehearsals for the competition that is a week were eating me alive, my left foot is already hurt by the boots 😅 but well, I hope you like this new chapter 😉
Post date: May 15th, 2022
Last edit: November 27th, 2024
Ig: @aviciitimberg.mx