Maven of the Strings

Chapter Two

Arkin POV

It's about 10 o'clock in the morning. Ugh. I was left alone as I woke up. Lem'me groom myself first. I knew my father disappointed at me. Nothing to remind. It's always. He go to the clinic. Home alone. Few minutes after I arouse, a text message enters my inbox. Came from the band bassist, Zhyper. The message says,

Yow Kin, don't forget the party gig later. 7 P.M. at the Dawnchase. Don't be late. Go in there sharp.

We had a rock band actually, The Metal Depression. We used to make covers of the famous metal bands and we perform later at the Dawnchase, a high-class disco venue in downtown Sarimanok. The gig later is for a mutual friend's birthday celebration. We consisting five metal band members:

Dio, Dennis Advincula, the Lead Vocalist.

Kaizer, Kristoff Sutherland, the Drummer.

Zhyper, John Dustin Consunji, the Bassist.

Poro, Primitivo Lacampuenga, the Lead Guitarist.

And I play as the rhythm guitarist.

Well, ugh I remember something about yesterday night.

Wait. Hm. If I go with the Metal Depression for a birthday celebration at the Dawnchase tonight, I wouldn't see Ukulele Girl and Miss Nerdy. Argh! What a hilarious bad stroke of chance?

I wanted to see those two girls tonight, like what I've heard in their conversation last night that they'll return at the same place. I'd wish to make it happen, to make it real. But I had to attend the party. Too cruel. Why now!?

The fifth hour of the afternoon was come. The dusk is channeling. For it is nearly evening. I go in Dawnchase at six for the preparation. Preparing our surprise. I had my gear outfit. From head to toe. I will spent my night here, not on park. Geez. Finally I'd arrive and reach the venue then the show must go on. Release the vanity tonight. Girls in a charming dresses, holding their dancing juices. Let's stretch our legs!

Then we perform, go with the beat! Do anything that can make us happy.

Dio and the band perform well. As the band yelling, screaming at the metal song performances. As the celebrant's tear was drop because of ecstasy-like happiness. This was very, ugh! Very nice!

"Let's have some drink!" They raised a shot glass of vodka. On the other, a shot glass of tequila. Drink and drink! I wanted to be with, but with two girls on park. I felt the infatuation lurking at my veins. Sounds weird but rock!

There's many girls around here, keep intimately talking with me, I am the band's only single and open in relationship but I didn't know why my heart keep looking on the Ukulele Girl. This is amazing! I feel in love again after having break-up with Sandra, my freelance model ex-girlfriend. I have only 6 months relationship with her. No more exes talks.

Two hours before the December. I tell Dio that I have something to go forth. I tell it confidentially. Behold, because of the business and in to the spirit of a drunken in alcohols and liquors, he let me go pace. I drunk little, no hustle no worries. But I hope they are still there, I'm speeding faster than my normal run of my Fino. Geez, it's running 10 o'clock! Afterward, I reach the Central Park. I forgot to bring my guitar. But then I'm still searching for them. I walk along the whole place, I didn't see them. I feel morose. I have to go home. I went home sadly. Maybe tomorrow, I hope they came tomorrow night. Hoping.