Published on: July 28, 2021
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He closed the door with a bang and threw his shoes in a rack, took his shirt out hurled it somewhere on the couch, forgetting his cleanliness freak ass, stumbling upon his feet while taking off socks one by one and dropping them in his way, opened the refrigerator and drank a glass of water in one gulp. He was fuming if it was cartoon series one can see fume coming out of his ears, he was that angry, humiliated and every other word which can show he is angry did he mentioned he is angry,
"How could he say no to me??",
"How could he???
He headed to the bathroom and filled the bathtub, tossed a bath bomb in it, looking at the rainbow color mixing in the water, he needs to calm down...
"Fuck that 'pretty' 'shinny' 'glittery' 'top notch' 'over the moon face', that nose I want to punch that perfect nose, and will chew out that rowdy smirk of his",
He entered into the bathtub still fuming,
"What did he say",
"ogling on him,, huhhhh, ogling on him",
"who the fu**K was ogling",
"wait....."
"he didn't say 'ogling' what was the word", "ya.... drooling, 'yes' 'drooling' who was drooling over That.... That.... That... shit," "And he has guts to call me kid, a kid"
"seriously a KID" he closed his eyes and placed his head back to rest
Brrrrrrrrr........brrrrrrrrrrr..........
His phone was ringing out there, but God please let him be angry in peace, can't he be angry for a while,
The phone keeps on ringing and he keeps it ignoring, putting his head back to rest, still thinking about the face he had seen an hour ago,
"Why the people with pretty faces are difficult, I was just asking for a one-night stand, was it too much, was it??", sigh...
"Who needs his rotten junk anyways, he should be thankful to me for giving him a chance but, No....
"Butchering others mood, and calling them kids, and what was that with buttoning up",
"Am I woman or what??, Even woman are allowed to flaunt their assets"..... he rubbed on his chest harshly,
and that f**ing idiot, Jeezee..... calm down Gulfiee calm down, breath in breath out, he did the breathing thing to calm his nerves, but did it work??,
"And why his face was like that??, it is all because of that face",
"I hate that kind of face, he massaged his head, and started scrubbing his body, now he was cursing him for another reason, because of that dumb face, he forget to take shower first, and directly entered into the tub...Fu**ing, dumb, arrogant, pretty shiny, moon light face, I hate that face..."
It is all because of him, his cursing session paused for a moment when he saw 20 calls from his manager.
He resumed his blaming and fuming session after disconnecting the call; now here he goes, he had to hear a thirty-minute lecture for being irresponsible, all because of that pale deep shit... he keeps on cursing throughout the whole time alone in his apartment, doing house chores and cursing that pale man...
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"It is morning, are you ready now??" His manager placed the plate on the table, whereas Gulf drags his feet out of the bedroom...
"Ready for what??" he massaged his head, still feeling a little sleepy
"Gulf, I talked to you last night about the offer"
"what offer??"
The manager pinched Gulf's cheek, which made the younger's eyes grew wider, and his conscience fully awake
"Woiiiiii, it hurts" he winced
"Good now awake"
Rubbing his throbbing cheek, "yaa"
"So, how about the party??"
"I told you I am not comfortable with these parties,"
The bar is his safe zone to pick people, what if he gets caught because of his obsession for shiny things, and he is hell aware that these parties include high-end people, high-end clothes, high-end shimmers glitters...
"Don't tell me that stupid excuse,"
"But it is true though, I don't like high profile parties"
The manager arched his eyebrow, "can you give a valid reason"
"I am not comfortable with guitar; I don't feel like playing guitar"
"you are playing guitar since childhood, drums are your current obsession, don't try to fool me"
"How do you know that?"
"I know you since childhood, you dumb ass, before becoming your manager" he twisted his ear once again..
"Phi' Mild, it hurts", "stop harassing me"
"Harassment, fine I will call mother"
"Noooo" he plots his head on the table in defeat
"Listen Gulf they are gonna pay high, plus you are gonna meet high profile people, as an independent artist you should know the value of links, you know that right "
"Sigh, give me the context, theme, occasion, why, time, outdoor indoor, then I will think"
"I am not telling anything apart from venue, and theme, you are gonna pinpoint a hundred new reasons to reject"
"and I need those green in my pocket, I mean in our pocket"
"So be ready on next Wednesday"
"What??"
"Wednesday??",
"What a lousy day for a party" he took a bite of toast lazily
"See, that is why you are not getting any other info", "no need to know the venue, I will pick you up"
Gulf rolled his eyes in response....
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Standing on stage, playing for the high-class people, he needs self-control, which is hard to attain,
so he closed his eyes, to make them stop scanning the whole bunch, and who the hell threw a party for just announcing the wedding to media,
I tell you these rich people, just want to show off, it literally feels like a wedding, and people can't afford this much for their real weddings, sigh who cares until he is getting those greens in his pockets....
So the main agenda of the night is to keep your eyes close, let the music play and soothe your eagerness, for any shine, and avoid any kind of urge to fetch the sparkles,
But did his body ever listened him,
Noooo it did not,
And without his permission his eyes got fixed on emerald earrings of the women standing over there, after scanning about 200 people, she was standing there gracefully chatting with people, one could say she is beautiful, elegant, graceful....
But, for Gulf those earrings looks more tempting than her beauty, eyes fixed on woman ears, her every moves makes his pupil diverted to the same direction, how could he get those sterling earrings...
He doesn't care whether he needs earrings, what he gonna do with them, he doesn't even have piercing, and he hates pain so, chances of him getting one in the future were also minimal but, those sparkles look pretty, and they shine so beautifully when she turns and the light hit on them at the perfect angle they look like green stars, they are calling Gulf to make them his, and put on his shelf and stay their perfectly,
The mare thought of those sparkles added to the shelf made his smile grew wider, his strings started getting much enthusiastic, anyone with good musical ear can differentiate the change of his mood and change of his pace and energy,
Can someone move that guy, who is circling his arm around the woman with green emerald,
ohhhh....., stop it...., you are ruining my good view, the man who came just now, has covered the woman totally behind him, he can't see the green....
Jeeeeze..... how people can be so insensitive, someone is admiring the beauty here and you are ruining everything, let me see my precious,
the man moved a little and left the woman waist for a while his face turned towards the Gulf and Gulf paused for a good few seconds, his hands stopped, the main vocalist nudged on his side to take him back from his stance,
He blinked multiple times and started swinging with music left and right, his eyes were now glued on the man's face,
"why is he here??",
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