"They start to arrive," Ian tells me.
"Yeah, let's make them feel a bit 'serious music to these dummies" I say. I grab headphones and wearing, let alone a covered ear to hear the music in and with the free one I focus with that output.
"Usual number?" He asks Ian laughing.
"Yeah man, always and only 128 beats per minute," I say moving his head to the rhythm of music and begins.
Throwing some light track, I let the atmosphere to warm gradually, that the slightest beginnings rate to slide on their tanned skin.
I have them from 120 beats per minute which is the equivalent of the heartbeat that has a long-distance runner who competes. Because everything starts from the heart with its pace increases and determines how to move our bodies. Tum, tum, tum. You feel it increase without realizing it while your body running after the notes and you always lose more in the sound that colors your hidden thoughts, is the pure madness that knows how to create the music that rips you from anywhere you can find.
"They're already heating, portals of 'screams Ian ear to block out the chaos begins to take shape, sketch a smile and nod your head.
Now that they are in sync with their heartbeat, begin to increasingly well push them, track after track is as if I felt their throb beats under the fingers that push the next track that fits perfectly with that outbound and everything for a moment stops, suspends two tracks seem to be unique.
Everyone dances, no one stopped by the pool or sitting. All who leave their bodies in the grip of the rhythm that comes in contact with their body.
"We're almost Zac," she says Ian moving to the beat next to me. I let them still warm up a bit 'while listening with headphones to the right track, that perfect ... that 128 beats per minute. Because, according to a popular myth 128bmp is the rhythm that best harmonizes with the beat of the heart to the tune of music.
"Now Zac!" Euphoric cries and do change. Here it is going up, which vibrates along the floor until they reach their feet flying by the pool, arms in the air, their heads snap anywhere, free to be anywhere and anyone for a moment ... it is delirium.
Ian beats me Five, I look up and they are all’under my control, the perfect track.
The magic rate of 128bpm.
"I think they have never danced like that," exclaims enjoyed my best friend, I nod and step headphones.
"You bet, I'm going to take a drink, it's up to you," I move and I go on the other side of the pool where it is used as a small bar.
Noha stands in front of me raising an eyebrow, with his way of doing everything self-involved.
"Congratulations," I am surprised by his words and finally holds out his hand for a moment to look hesitant to pay him back in kind when there opened the gate, ignoring him, but in the end cling to him, because of one thing I am certain I am not and will not ever want to be like them.
"Thanks," I say.
"Believe me, I've never seen anyone play like that," he comments, and we move to the bar, "What are you having?" He adds.
"A smooth Vodka will be fine," I say Noha leans towards the guy behind the counter to give our order and I face feeling I observed. Not far away, a brunette girl, hazel eyes moving to the beat cucendomi almost his gaze on him.
"Noha" someone calls him and he apologized you away for a moment
"What do you drink?" I question the brunette girl. I look at it, it is very beautiful, her hair falls soft down the back, the slender but well-defined body is wrapped in a soft black jumpsuit shorts. Made up little, maybe nothing I can not realize it only by the glow of candles by the pool.
"Vodka smooth, you, Cosmopolitan?" I say, pointing to the cup that holds in his hands. Me the approaches.
"Taste" he says. I'll take it and just savor a sip, finding myself smiling immediately after.
"Tonic water and cranberry juice," he noted thinning just look a bit 'doe.
"Really very stylish" ironic comment, she smiles shyly, although the way it moves to the beat hips suggest that it is anything but timid.
'Courtney' appears reach out to touch her.
"Zac" There we watch for a moment, eye to eye, and then I add.
"Excuse me, now I have to go play," she greets me with his hand sketching a mischievous smile. I do space between people dancing and I see Ian flanked by two girls, actually twins. I shake my head in amusement. I do not know how to do, do not move a muscle and tows like crazy. Placed me in front of the console with his hands in his pockets, he looks up while making the transition from one track to another. We just have a look to understand the fly. The I put the keys to the car in front. He takes and winks at me to thank me.
"Finish here?" I ask.
"Yes, see you tomorrow," he answers. Through the garden near the entrance, where lines of cars are parked over large automatic gate.
"Go away already?" I surprised face, finding myself in front of Courtney.
"Yes, my friend towed so ..." Do not let me finish the sentence that comes close to me.
"So I guess you should leave home free?" He asks amused crossing his arms over his chest although he has already figured out what will be my reply.
"Sort of," I smile, making him smile in turn.
"Where will you go then?"
"In the back of the shop where I work," I reply calmly, I'm not ashamed of who I am, if I have little money, and I find it hard to make ends meet. I've never hidden behind the facade no because I believe that the false image of who we are, in the end only serves to make us drown in shit faster.
"If you want you can stay with me. My no and the annex is free ... "
"Look, you're beautiful, but ..."
"Look, I'm just offering a bed to sleep," he adds, and I feel a bit 'stupid to have taken it for granted that he was offering me something else. I reflect for a moment, and at the end, between the idea of sleeping in the back of a sofa with broken springs and skin consumes and to sleep on a real bed, I accept his proposal.
"If it is not disruptive," I reply, I took my hand and we go away from the villa.
We get closer to his car, an Audi A8 gold.
"No salt?" Asks Courtney half already inside the car, his head protruding toward me.
"Yes S-sorry," it does not give me nearly to climb time of all giving me an amused look gases. I watch while driving safely among those ups and downs of the hill, until you get to a large gate that opens automatically in front of us. Park in the garage, where, while I get other luxury cars known, could not be otherwise if such a young girl is already driving a car that is worth more than I'll ever be able to earn in a single year.
"Come, I'll take the annexe» I follow from behind the house, opens a sliding door made entirely of glass, he pulls the curtains and makes me sign with his hand to enter.
"Do as if it were your home, in the bathroom are clean towels, the fridge is full if you're hungry ..."
I turn to her talking that remained standing in the doorway.
"What do I have such kindness?" I ask him staring into those eyes so big and beautiful.
"I do not know, I have yet to find out. Zac Night "closes the door, I'm closer to the glass that divides us, she stops outside smiles at me and then turn around and leave, draw the curtains pausing to think about the entire evening, at the end I take the phone from her jeans pocket. I look at what time it is and after the accounts for the time zone I decide to call it. I look just a couple of rings to hear his voice.
"Z-Zac"
"Hey baby. I know I woke you but I needed to hear your voice. How are you?"
"Well, but I miss you so much," I hear her voice trembling, stomach twisting me and I grip the grip against the phone.
"A-I miss you to death," mumbled hold back her emotions because I do not want you even care about me.
Chapter
3
Medyson
"The lack, is the stronger presence
you can hear "
I take the phone in his hands, with the I-pad in front, I'll scroll up to see his number under the
eyes.
What are you doing Med?
I ask myself, realizing that I do not know who is really behind those pictures, those messages. Then, I read just that message;
"I do not know what happened in your life, that of a girl so young should smile with insouciance. But I tell you what happened to me. I struggled with what fate has presented to me without stopping, because if you stop you're lost. The world continues without you, and when you know it may be too late "
The words were coming from a complete stranger, and I would have liked to hear you say the people around me and I know exactly what I'm going through. I memorize his number and write "Ed Boston." I send my good morning by phone, without thinking further, the end is just a message I repeat myself.
Message to Ed Boston;
"Good morning, but I had a great sleep" I put a smiley face laughing and sending.
I leave the phone on the bed and I head to the bathroom for a quick shower, but the ringing of the phone makes me go back. I'll take that, and seeing those who reply immediately.
"Hello Cox, then how was the famous festival of Noha? 'I ask Courtney on the other end of the phone, imagining the majority of my fellow poolside them finish at the beach to take a dip in the Pacific.
"Med, you can not imagine ... the DJ of the evening is sleeping in my outbuildings ...» I not leave finish speaking.
"Well, even in the annex ..." comment with little enthusiasm and I myself do not know how those words are out of my mouth.
"What are you insinuating?" He says defensively.
"Nothing, but this is the tenth guy that I speak with the same enthusiasm in less than two weeks," the reference to them remember the new neighbors gardener, through the masseur stepmother, until concluding with the new College tutor. They were all beautiful, almost perfect, and instead had not yet realized that they wanted one thing, but to take her to bed.
"When you come in you?" She asks me. I rest quietly realizing the superficial way in which he pronounced that question. Then comes a laugh, those forced, those that only serve to hide the pain that wants to come forward and thrust their claws into your soul lost.
"Med," vainly try to recall my attention, but the only thing I can do, and let slip the phone on the bed, still with open communication to escape to the bathroom.
See you tomorrow. A tomorrow that never arrived.
Beneath the roar of the water, I let the tears mingle hiding myself, trying to stifle the screams that would like to scratch these same walls that almost kept me trapped. Rest sitting on ceramic shower tray with legs curled up to his chest. I allow that pain to come out little by little, just for that moment, just for today I let him scramble to destroy me just as it did that morning when everything changed, as if the world had lost their color of my eyes.
No tears, you're too good to get dirty the face.
His words echoing in my head, and that thought I rise, relying on the wall to steady me. They rub strong face under running water
"No tears".
I finish washing my enclosing that pain in a corner of the heart, once again, until the next asking me again to get out. I wrap the towel while I hear the phone ringing again, I go to the bed where I had left it and without looking at the display, already imagining who he is, take it and take it to your ear to answer.
"Cox ... I'm sorry for before you just ..."
"Cox? ... I like the name," I remain motionless as if I were a pillar of salt, it moves the cell from the ear and my eyes read on the display.
"And Boston". Shit, he called me.
I hear his voice calling me while still fixed his name.
"E-Eddy?"
"Good morning to you Medyson" the voice is deep, and his tone gives sull'ironico.
I take a breath taken by surprise and embarrassment.
"C-Why did you call me?" I ask, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for his answer.
"Usually, if you give the number to a person is because you want to hear, but if you do not, you just need to say it," pronounces everything calmly and gentleness, it almost seems that I have read in your mind and think I'm reassured by all the paranoia that was made to me. Basically I'm here, and he's in Boston.
"No, sorry it's just that I was not expecting, that's all," I'm embarrassed, I do not know what to talk about, in short, we felt just a couple of hours ago per message.
It was enough to not give her your number if you dont want to hear it.
I recalled my unconscious, but if the other part of me had done just because he wants to hear? I ask myself and all of this inner conflict, I just forgot that he is silent on the other end of the phone.
"Listen Med, if you go to call made to feel no problems, I'm glad, now I go. Hi"
"C-Hello," I say quickly and close communication. I drop weight on the bed, wincing slightly. I can not even have a normal conversation. Yet, not long ago there were arguments I never speak of them. It was hard to get me to shut up, no, in fact it was almost impossible. The continuous roar of a car under the house interrupted the flow of my thoughts, I get up from bed and in surplus to the window, pulled back the curtain and look down.
Noha, what do you want now?
I put to flight a pair of leggings, a shirt, tie hair still wet and go down the stairs, slipping on the fly sneakers from one step to another.
"Miss ..."
"Good morning to you Consuelo," I say, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. I open the door and find myself in front of Noha, about to ring the bell. Her hair shot in all directions are impeccable even after one of his famous parties, the amber eyes stare me with the same look familiar but I can not feel belong to me.
"Wow, you become telepathic or something?" He asks amused.
"Maybe if I avoided making the phenomenon with the car, maybe I would not have you heard" I say accigliandomi with the same touch of acidity that seems to come out in a spontaneous now with him and Cox.
"Why did not you come last night?"
"I did not want" I say, crossing his arms over his chest and turning my gaze elsewhere to avoid that into my eyes can see us only emptiness that now inhabits my days. We were always the four of us, that only I can, with effort ports this weight? What feels the same pain squarciarmi chest whenever my thoughts volgano the past?
Approaching drawing me to him, I pull myself for not being touched.
"Stop, come here" continues, and eventually I give in, I end up in his arms, but I remain rigid without reciprocate that her affectionate gesture.
"We're going to see beautiful?" She whispers in my ear. I nod my head, I open the door and sit in his car.
We start, coming out of the driveway of the house, to take the road that leads to the highest part of the hills, where you can admire the entire Los Angeles. Puts up a bit 'of music, then I see him fiddling with the stereo. Skip all the tracks, up to number 12. As I hear the base, I spun around to him that begins to hum, look at me sideways, waiting for me to sing that song with him ... our song. He loved 2Pac, and bottom notes of "Ghetto Gospel", we arrive at the pretty sight.
Off the car, leaving the door open and Noha still raises more the music that makes the air space that surrounds us. It is to me, in front of us the city that spreads through hills, villas and palaces of the skyline in the distance that stands over the city. Noha lights a cigarette, inhales and throws out smoke with anger, the outline of her eyes contracted with rage, his eyes thins as if trying to focus on something you only see his eyes.
"For you BROTHER 'screams. We look at an instant, and then together we turn our gaze to the sky, raising his arms as if to want to almost touch. I close my eyes for a moment to remind me of her, two green pools in which I loved getting lost, because I knew it was the only place where I would have felt safe. A tear line on my face, brisk hand unnoticed by Noha and I take the cigarette out of his hands and do some shooting. I do not smoke, but he smoked and this roll, this music is for him who is no longer with us, it is as if I could see him at this moment; sitting on the h
ood of his Mustang, her legs spread, her hair tickled his neck and that smile that made you die on his lips. Noha encircling my arm behind his back.
"I will not only to you," whispers, I turn around to meet his gaze.
"I know, but I miss the most ... he was ..."
"He was your shadow, like Cox's mine. We were joined by a special bond ...» comments, and I continue,
"You said well, we were ... because now it seems that we have nothing ..." I throw away the cigarette and I go back in the car with the memory of that group after just over a month seems to be far away, as if you were fading little by little, ready to thin out forever, everything has changed, I have changed.
He follows me and bring me home, I turn off the music and let only air noise that penetrates the windows keep us company. He stops in front of the entrance and takes me by the wrist and am about to go down.
"Do not you even mollarci"
I look at him and just because I can not give him the answer he wants. He Cox, it is true, she is also my best friend, but that bond we had, was beyond all this. He knows that it is so, because without Cox would be lost. Like myself, right now I'm lost without him ... I get off leaving him without a precise answer and I run across up the stairs that separate me from my room. I go right back to the phone that I had left on the bed. I take his hands on my way to the window, looking for his number and call him. Just a ring and I hear his voice.
"I'm glad you called me," exclaims immediately.
"II do not even know why I did it," admit more to myself than to him.
"What Medyson?" Her question goes straight, hitting the most fragile part of me that I can almost feel going into a thousand pieces. Hesitated a bit ', the heart speeds of a few beats and mind resurfaces the damn morning.
The night before I had walked her home. We had spent the evening by Noha watching a film in its cinema room. Only four of us. By car to return, we did not do anything but laugh. A hand on the steering wheel and with the other I teased the sides making jump on the seat.
"Stop Kylian" I screamed amid the laughter that followed.
"Only if you tell me what's been between you and Noha 'he continued to torture me.
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