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Chapter 4
2011.01.09. 15:50
Note: Finally I had some time before my next exam to put this together!
Thanks goes again for Bridgycat for her help! 
Chapter 4
“So everything’s fine over there?” the blonde man asked with his cell by his ear as he pulled the curtain aside to look out at the night-time cityscape of New York.
“Yeah. Nothing special.”
“How are the kids? Are they doing fine?”
“Yes. They miss you if you wanted to hear this” Suz answered with a little tension in her voice.
Mart smiled to himself and a nice warm feeling spread in his heart hearing this. “Good. I miss them too” he sighed. In the past few weeks it became harder for him to live without his kids. And he realized something else too: his wife was rarely on his mind. First he wanted to explain this with the hard work he was doing and with the time difference, which made it a bit complicated to reach them in London. But then Suz always made some note about him and his work on the phone that made his heart a bit colder every time. It seemed that she was too relieved knowing him far away from her. Yes, it hurt him – but not in the way he imagined it would.
“So? When will they pay the next part? I hope it’ll be a nice amount, because we had to buy a new washing machine and some clothes for the kids, so we’ve just little money left for this month…” she started, but Martin’s mind drifted away nearly immediately.
‘Yeah, clothes for the kids, right… Isn’t you the one who needed those for yourself, sweetheart?’ Comments like these bugged him. It was clear to him that his wife saw now the money source in him. It’s true that his payment was more than good and although he sent most of them home and left just enough for him to have a simple, but comfortable life in NYC, she wanted more…
“Are you listening at all?!” he heard Suzanne’s impatient voice.
“Yeah, sorry. Dunno the exact date of the transfer. I guess it’ll happen within a few days. I’ll call you when I sent it to your account, okay? Can I talk to the kids?”
“Sorry, but Viva stays by a friend for the night and Calo is already asleep… But I can look for Ava, if you like…”
“Yeah, that would be good” Mart sighed again. And while he was talking to his daughter, he realized and saw the fact crystal clear – his marriage was falling apart.
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‘It wasn’t like this. It used to be cozier’ he mused pushing his food around the plate with an absent and bored expression on his face. He was eating dinner with his wife, daughter and son and this silence was killing him. Something was wrong with this scene. It felt cold. Where was that warm feeling he used to have when he sat here in the same place? The feeling that spread through him when his kids were telling about their day at school or practice? They have grown a lot since then so Dave thought that it’s okay that they don’t share everything with him.
Even so he missed drawing with his daughter Rosie for hours on the floor, filling one paper after the other with the creatures they came up with for their fantasy stories; or going out to the park with Jimmy, playing something and complaining about girls and women. He loved those moments – they bound them together even more. He wasn’t Jimmy’s biological father, but he didn’t mind it, they loved each other like father and son. But he drifted away from his kids again. It happened before. There are times when his emotions and his work just overwhelm him, takes all of his time and possess his thoughts. When he comes to his senses he regrets not giving enough time for being with his kids and missing out some things in their lives. But he always finds his way to make up to them. And well, his kids are amazing too, they know him well and how he works. Where did he hear that kids are flexible like hell? Maybe from his own childhood? He couldn’t remember clearly, but knew one thing for sure – there’s a point which cannot be stepped over when it comes to kids. If you pass this point, you can lose them. He knew this from experience and it was the last thing he wanted to do to his children. Yeah, he’ll figure out something to be with them a bit more. He wants to be closer to them again. He wants to be a good dad. And he will be…
“David, don’t play with your food, eat!” he heard Jen’s neutral voice.
He looked at her and sighed. She treated him like a child again. Now he doesn’t even have the energy to get angry from this. He just shrugged and snatched a piece of meat.
The clock’s monotone clicking on the wall made him sleepier with every minute. He was bored and not hungry at all.
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But next morning a strange excitement took over him. He was in a hurry to get ready and go to the studio to do some work on the next track. He thought that it was probably because he always liked creating music and all the processes that went along with it. But was it really just this? Or was there another cause for it?
He was adjusting the strings on a guitar when he heard a now familiar voice from behind his back.
“Morning, Dave” Martin greeted him and put down his bag.
“Ah yeah, for you too” he mumbled and felt surprised that his pulse quickened from the other man’s voice. What was going on? What got into him? Until now he had this effect on the curly man, not in the other way round… ‘Strange’ he thought, but didn’t pay too much attention to it. He tried to focus on their task.
The day went by quickly with putting together the actual song. The mood was calm and positive and Chris noticed that too. Andrew tried out some effects on his PC while Mart and Dave were discussing the lyrics and how they should sing it and do the vocals.
“And if we do it like this?” he took a deep breath and Mart looked up at him expectantly, but Dave’s next move surprised him. The singer put one hand onto his chest and started singing on a high girly voice, mocking the lyrics. First Martin didn’t know how to react, but after the first “shock” he started laughing from the bottom of his heart.
“You, idiot! Huh huh huh!” he exclaimed.
“Why??? It’d be fitting this way! All these soapy words go well with this tone!” he laughed too.
“Yeah, sure…” Mart chuckled again and noticed that this prank was non-hostile again. Now both of them were just simply joking around and that lightened up the mood in the studio for sure. It made the hard work easier to do.
“Fuck!!!” one of the session musicians who helped them with the synths cursed when he spilled his beer onto the lyrics.
“Yeah fuck big time, man!!!” Dave shouted at him, the smile nowhere on his face anymore. He was about to yell at the man some more, when Mart went to the table and picked up the wet paper by its edge.
“Relax, dude. This way it became pretty masculine… it smells like beer… huh huh huh…”
First Dave just looked at him with big eyes then he started laughing again, nearly choking on Martin’s joke.
“Fuck, Mart, you’re hilarious! He-he!” he slapped him on the back and giggled some more before concentrating on work again.
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Dave was getting ready to bed at the end of another uneventful evening. He was slowly getting rid of his clothes to take a shower, lost in thoughts, so first he didn’t really hear what Jen asked him. He looked at her lying in their bed with a book in her hands.
“Sorry, did you say something?” he murmured.
“Yes. I asked why the smile on your face? I noticed it that you smiled nearly all evening” she repeated. ‘He looks happier than usual. What’s with him? Did he meet someone again?’ she asked herself.
“Really? I had? I didn’t notice” he smiled to himself again.
“Did something happen? You’re different” she frowned.
Dave straightened up after kicking his socks aside and looked at her face. He knew this expression too well. “Why? Is it a problem? Can’t I feel happy for once?” his eyes darkened.
“I didn’t say that” she replied on a colder tone.
“I see what you’re doing again…”
“What? Asking my husband the cause of his happiness?”
“You try to pick up a fight with me again.”
“You’re insane” she sighed.
“Yeah, you always say this. Among other things. Always picking at me for every little thing! You always say to me to do something with myself – now that I’m working and I feel good about myself, you start acting like this?! Nothing’s good enough for you, Jen?” he hissed at the end and grabbed his clothes. “I’ll be at the pub with Chris” he added then banged the door shut behind him, leaving a surprised and a bit angry wife behind.
“Fuck! Why can’t anyone understand me?!” he mumbled under his nose as the cool wind hit his face.
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Meanwhile a few blocks away a blonde man was thinking in the dark room lying in his bed. Things got pretty smooth lately and he was glad because of this. Those fights with Dave tired him and found it useless and a waste of time and energy. Now they could put that into the songs that are forming quite well. They worked out their method, kinda figured out each others working rhythm. Mart was a bit surprised that after getting through the smaller clashes it turned out that they compliment each other well with the dark-haired singer. Once he figured out how to handle him, he could control his mood-swings in the background. Mart realized that it wasn’t hard at all… he always had this ability just never used it because of his lack of confidence and underdog role. Well, Sue wouldn’t have let him do this – she never did. At home she was the boss and Martin finally realized that he has much more in him than just living up to her expectations. She got used to this – just like him. It was comfortable so far, but something was changing deep inside him and other desires started to wake in him.
And yes, these desires just grew inside every time Dave flattered him during work. His heart beat faster when the singer complimented on his stuff on his own way and Mart has noticed that the other man started to try and encourage him to try out new things and not to stick to his old pattern… This warmed his heart and somehow he felt stronger from this. He quietly chuckled. ‘Yeah, he does this on his rough-neck way, but I get it…’ he thought and he felt grateful. ‘I hope this stays like this…’ he sighed and pulled the cover over him to drift off into a peaceful dream.
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