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Post by Balthazar on May 31, 2010 22:43:57 GMT 1
"Yes, and they usually have better music. And aren't so loud."
Balthazar dug down his hands in his pockets on his coat that Isola didn't want to borrow.
"It's OK, I understand"
he lied, but he hated to press on.
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Post by Isola on Jun 1, 2010 18:54:18 GMT 1
Isola went to the nearest pub and looked at Balthazar with a questioning look and an raised eyebrow before she opened the door and entered.
Like all pubs the lighting were dim and the air was full of cigarette smoke, she went to the bar, ordered a double whiskey and found an empty booth for them to sit i.
She took a sip of her whiskey and felt the warmth spread throughout the body.
"Well, how about that old band of yours?"
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Post by Balthazar on Jun 1, 2010 19:05:14 GMT 1
Balthazar entered the pub and looked around. More smoky than most others, but he didn't mind. As they stood at the bar, for a change, he did not order anything. Usually he just took a glass of wine, sipping at it all night long, but not tonight. He had gotten tired of it.
He followed Isola to the booth and sat down. Her question didn't surprise him, but still he was unsure what to tell her, and hesitated.
"Wow. It's strange to meet someone that hasn't heard about us."
He smiled faintly at Isola.
"I can't help but still feel that everyone already know almost everything, so I don't really know what to tell you. Where to start!"
He had warmed up to the idea to actually talk about it. It could be good for him.
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Post by Isola on Jun 1, 2010 20:20:22 GMT 1
"I may have heard you somewhere, in a pub or so .."
She smiled faintly back, pulled her hand through her hair and took another sip of her whiskey while she wondered why he did not order anything to drink..
"Well .. Why start a new band? Can not you just get in touch with your old band members?"
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Post by Balthazar on Jun 1, 2010 21:33:28 GMT 1
"Yeah, you probably have."
Balthazar leaned back in the sofa, and aid his leg over the other.
"Well... That is quite complicated. We have gone separate ways, and well there is a reason for that. I don't think we'll ever play together again."
He shrugged his shoulders and sighed.
"But you never know."
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Post by Isola on Jun 2, 2010 18:59:20 GMT 1
"Yeah, but wouldn't it be easier just to say to them that you´re starting a new band, because you already know that they can play.. ?"
She looked at him with a curious expression on her face and smirked while taking yet another sip of her drink and she felt kind of uncomfortable that he hadn't ordered a glass.
The thought of him being other than human popped in her head again but she tried to shake it of her mind and thought about buying a new glass of whiskey instead, because the glass in her hand was almost empty.
"Want something to drink?"
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Post by Balthazar on Jun 2, 2010 19:43:55 GMT 1
"Yeah, I could, and perhaps I should, but I can't think that they would want to play together again. Not all together anyway. And if they would want to play with me again, they can always audition."
Balthazar could feel Isola getting uncomfortable with the fact that he hadn't ordered anything to drink, and he considered ordering, but came to the conclusion that it would be even more suspicious if he ordered something but didn't drink it.
"No, I'm fine. But can I buy you another one?"
He nodded to the almost empty glass in Isola's hand.
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Post by Isola on Jun 3, 2010 0:22:48 GMT 1
"Oh, yes please, if you want to?"
The smirk on her lips changed into a wide smile, but Isola couldn't help thinking about why the old bandmembers wouldn't play together again.
Perhaps it was due to a lovedrama or a fight because someone have had enough of standing in the shadow of someone else.
However it was, Isola thought that it was very exciting and she hoped that she would be accepted in Balthazar new band.
She wouldn't mind being in the other band members shadow, so long as she got to play.. and of course that she would get money and somewhere to stay. Perhaps even a little kitten..
"Can I ask why your band split up? Was it a love-triangel?"
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Post by Balthazar on Jun 3, 2010 11:32:57 GMT 1
Balthazar got the attention of the bartender, took up Isola's glass of whiskey, and showed it to him. The bartender nodded, and went to got her another one.
It's great to be famous, Balthazar thought.
Again, he didn't know what to tell Isola. He had longed for someone to talk about everything that had happened. Someone that hadn't been involved. But he couldn't let it get out. He had to kill her if he told her. Which actually was a possibility.
The bartender came over to them personally, and nodded, and smiled at Balthazar, that nodded and smiled back.
"Thanks"
He turned to Isola again still with a smile.
"You know I can't tell you that. I want to! But I cant."
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Post by Isola on Jun 3, 2010 15:03:26 GMT 1
"It´s okay, I understand."
Isola smiled a faint smile and took another sip of her whiskey.
She had planned to get drunk, a ploy to cope with the cold nights.
She understood the fact that it was none of her business but she wanted to know and Isola was patient enough to wait for him to tell, in time she would know what was so secret. Perhaps..
She sneered, looking at Balthazar with a questioning look and a raised eyebrow.
"Well, what can you tell me then?"
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Post by Balthazar on Jun 3, 2010 15:11:53 GMT 1
Balthazar leaned back in the sofa again.
"Well I can tell you about the beginning, and well... Just generally about the band. I can tell you almost everything, but the slit-up."
He made a large gesture with his hands at the word 'everything'.
"But it's so much, and it feels quite silly to sit and talk about it all. But if you have any questions, I might be able to answer."
He felt he had talked enough, and just shut up.
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Post by Isola on Jun 4, 2010 17:49:42 GMT 1
Isola sat quite for a while, crossed her legs, then looked up at him and said:
"Okay.. I don't have any questions, so what else can you talk about? Or wait.. How about your old bandmembers?"
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Post by Balthazar on Jun 4, 2010 18:03:36 GMT 1
Balthazar smiled when she asked about the other members of the band, remembering them.
"Ah, yes, I guess you have never heard about them either. Well... We were only four members. Me, Leo, Jean and Ice. We were quite an odd bunch..."
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Post by Isola on Jun 5, 2010 20:34:50 GMT 1
"You seem to miss them .. Why not call them and ask how they're doing?"
Isola looked down into her whiskey glass and started to tinker with her tousled hair and combed it with her fingers and she began to wonder why he sat here with her instead of being out at clubs and act like a celebrity. Maybe he was hungry and was waiting for her to get drunk before he killed her. She shook off her thoughts and looked up at Balthazar. She was embarrassed about how the thoughts came up, but she could talk about it up again. maybe then he killed her for real.
"Why are you here with me? Are you really that bored?"
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Post by Balthazar on Jun 5, 2010 20:47:24 GMT 1
"Yeah, I don't know. I think we've just grown apart since the split-up, unfortunately."
Balthazar looked down at his crossed hands on his knee for lack of things to do. No he remembered why he used to order a glass of wine.
"Well, you might think that a celebrity always has fun things to do, and perhaps that is the case for many of them, but not for me. Not that this isn't fun! just... You know..."
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