Chapter-XXIV.

The recording went fast and the days flew like birds. Soon he had to go. We didn't have much time left.We walked a lot at the Danube bank on the meadow. We went back to the field where Depeche Mode filmed the Condemnation video. I made him sing that song there one night. He stood in the grass which was tall by now, among the wildflowers with our Bullterrier running and playing around us. It was a clear, starry night, calmness were everywhere and a light fog enveloped us. More a mist, than a fog. The sky was so bright, all the stars and the big, round moon came out of the almost non-existent clouds to watch the show. Dave was singing just for me, but they gained free entrance anyway.

Two days after came the unevitable, saying goodby to each other. He spent a whole three months here, mostly in the studio, but we had some great time too. I was suffering and so was he. We stood on the airport, waiting for his plane, waiting him to check in. He kept me in his arms, his luggages around him, like a flock of black sheep.

His plane was announced again and again, already for the third time. Than we heard the staff called him by his name to get on board. He had to go. We were kissing for minutes, than he let me go and picked his suitcases and the black sportbag up. -Goodby Love, he whispered.-Goodby, I answered and watched him as he handed his boarding card to the steward and stepped on board. After 15 minutes the plane took off and in the air, he was on his way home. I turned back and I was on my way home too..........................................................................

Dear David,

Those people who dare to dream are mostly pretty strange, out of the average.

They might be so engrossed in their dreams that they seem almost absent from reality.

It is as if they floating around and above the Earth, high, sitting on their personal clouds.

And that's how I feel about things too.

David, I wanted to tell you about the world in my own special way, the way I see it and not necessarily the way it really is. That's my secret. You have seen that no one else could have told you about the world as I did.

Altough, I had to leave the story unfinished due to the close deadline, I hope you'd still enjoyed it among the other contestants' works.

If it brought you a couple of pleasent moments it was already worth to write it.

Thank you that you bothered reading it however clumsy it was. Thank you for being my HERO and inspiration on every field of my life.

All the best for you. Hope I'd hearing from you soon.

Yours sincerely,

Mauka

David was sitting at his desk, printed papers covered the whole surface. He had to decide the winners of the contest today. A folder laid in front of him, holding the three best. He had this letter in his hand and read it again and again. This last competition essay enthralled him. Someone knows him so well. Somone who seemed to understand him. Someone who obviously was loving him. So touching, he thought. The contest was about writing an essay what makes you choose something or someone, what are the triggers, in this case to give some reasons why the nominees had placed his music above others to be their favourite. The prize was to take part in the promotion, making a promoting video,the first three sharing their opinion with the public.

But, this was something else. It contained the reasons, oh yes, and held so much more.

He was curious, he wanted to see the one who dared to place this confession into his hands, he turned the folder and looked for the photo of the contestant. He found it: green eyes, long curly hair, just like in the story. She was smiling shyly to the photographer lense with a small, lopsided smile. He decided to meet her this evening at the little prizegiving ceremony, he just had to know. He stood up, stepped to the window and lit a cig, staring the rain. His assistant knocked on the door and called him for it was time to begin the press conference to promote his new album, Hourglass.

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