Irene and I were hanging out with our friends.
One of our friends, Fred said he had to speak with me privately.
So after some of our friends decided to leave,
I go out and find him.
He asks me,
Who do you know that goes to CSUN,
I rattle off five names.
The week before V-day, I had seen Irene, and she said that she needed to be alone,
I obliged, everyone needs their moments, there's a time for everything, including alone time. I had messaged her, she replied a little later than usual.
Fred says, "I don't know any of those people, but I do know Irene."
I nodded and thought back again,
A week before the week, I believe.
I called Irene out of the blue, and asked to meet up with her.
She said yes.
When we were at Starbucks, she asked, "Is there something bothering you."
I said not at all.
We had small chat, she didn't want coffee. We went to the neighboring store, and she bought a dress. As I walked her to her car, I handed her three gifts.
She hugged me tight, again. She whispered "Thank you, so much."
As I was back at Starbucks, she opened her gifts and called me, praised the gifts, praised me, to which I politely said thank you, and praised her as well.
Fred continued,
Irene says you're making her feel uncomfortable.
My ceramic vase shattered.
Fred asked,
Does that surprise you?
I felt that question should've been framed like 'Would it surprise you if I said that Irene is uncomfortable with you?'
That would surprise me.
The way he went about it didn't.
so monday came, and I decided to confront Irene face to face, hear it from her.
I saw her, and she cowered and made herself very small and rigid when I asked.
She didn't want to hurt my feelings, and yet... she really was uncomfortable.
I was upset that she used a messenger to impart how she felt.
And she said that I was too into her.
As she got in the elevator, she said, "Don't Blow Away."
I said what?
She said it was a reference from the movie 'The Holiday'.
Feeling horrible, I decided to not blow away,
I still hung out with her friends,
I still went to CSUN
I still sent her a wall post/message from time to time.
The experience, however, was able to shed some true blood that painted some incomplete paintings that were on ('Spending Time' 'Closer Away') 'young pretty'.
And sparked new life ('If I May').
Oddly enough, in and around that time,
'Young Pretty' herself, accepted my friend request.
I caught her on a good day.
The Summer came by soon, and though I had a few hiccups with 'Young Pretty' all in all things were much better than they were. That could not be said about Irene.
Everyone is where they're supposed to be for one reason or another.
During Summer 08, I and my friend Joel decided to jam and create.
That has been very fruitful.
We have co-written 2 beautiful songs
('December' and 'Take Me Home')
And decided to be a band, (Flight Crew-- www.myspace.com/flightcrewband )
record (December, Sinking Low, Never Again)
etc. (btw, come to a FLIGHT CREW show)
One night Irene, was a bit more standoffish than usual, after the way she responded to my presence when we were hanging out with our friends. That night, I messaged her privately telling her I saw that she was standoffish, and she ultimately defended her actions as innocent, yet--she admitted that 'yes, you're probably right, that I don't treat you like a friend, but I feel that it runs both ways with you judging me'.
After that message, I realised that she did not know how to treat me, but I still did not understand why it was she treated me in that way.
I blew away. Music became the focal point, again.
One day, while developing a set list, Joel suggested that we try 'Color of the Heart'
I felt it would be best if we performed material that wasn't YP, but he was positive that it would turn out very well. We tried, and he was right.
Another time, we played 'Extraordinary' and before we knew it, those two 'young pretty' songs were played nearly every show.
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