Please, please, please

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Hey everyone! 

Thanks for taking the time to read my book, I hope you're enjoying it! This is one of my all-time favorite chapters, so I really hope you like it *_* There's also certain someone's casual style for this week. Not sure about you, but I miss him a lot ç-ç Do you? Happy reading!

Haven't had a dream in a long time

See, the life I've had

Can make a good man bad

So for once in my life

Let me get what I want

(Please, please, please, let me get what I want - Smiths)

Session Five - Part Three;

I sighed, throwing a pile of paper on my center table and rubbing my face, groaning in pure anger.

"Can I simply give up?" I asked myself. Alone in my apartment, I forced my eyebrows angrily, looking at my reflex in the TV. "No, you can't!"

After having the "Musical Book" idea (as I started to call it), I started to slowly do my homework: To try to understand how exactly I'd be able to make my idea come true.

It was eight pm when I first raised from my sofa, pacing around my living room.

"C'mon Sharona, think... Think... First: It'll be a book. It'll tell a story. The story will have music, like a musical, but also narration. I need... Singers. A narrator. I need - money. A Studio. Oh Gosh if I try making a list..."

The doorbell interrupted me. I frowned as I walked to the door, trying to remember if I had something on my agenda for a Wednesday night. When I opened it, I saw Stark. He smiled - the wide, sincere, relieved smile he'd always offer me after we patched things up. And I answered, probably in the same manner. Suddenly, I felt the urge to hug him.

I didn't.

"Stark, so good to see you!" and I chuckled when he patted my head.

"How are you, shorty?"

I laughed "You know you're not that taller, don't you?"

"Every inch counts. And I want to make sure you'll see it." He cleared his throat. "Anyhow - Can I take a shower here? Mine's broken. The water simply won't get hot."

"Sure! I'll soon start cooking dinner, if you want to stay a little longer..."

And he entered, a towel in his shoulder and a small bag in his hands. "Why not? What's on the menu?"

"Noodles with fried bacon."

He laughed. "Maybe I should cook something decent - what you want to eat?"

"Oh, can you cook beef? Or - even better - lamb? I have some on the fridge, but I simply don't know how to cook it."

He laughed, nudging my arm "Why would you buy it, then?"

I couldn't hold a smile. "Nah, I don't know. I just figured I'd have some inspired moment and follow a recipe, but with all the things in my head..." and I let the phrase die in my mouth. Stark nodded.

"Not a problem. I'll make you something incredibly tasty, to fill you with energy."

"Oh, my hero!" I muttered, pulling him to a hug. Satisfying my previous wish felt incredibly gratifying.

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