Chapter 19

“I think you should sing it less enthusiastic. After all this is the slowest and darkest song on the album” Dave said and stubbed out his cigarette.

“Yeah, he’s right” the other band members nodded.

“Yes, that’d probably sound better…” Stefan scratched his chin, focusing on the paper in his hand “Thanks.”

“That’s the reason we are here” Dave shrugged and let his gaze wander over Mart, who was explaining something to the German band’s synth-player, who nodded a few times and adjusted some buttons on his instrument.

These were the last days of their work with the band. Just a few vocals were left, plus the last touches on the tracks. Dave was glad that the band had asked for their help to be there when their singer Stefan does the vocals. Their advices seemed to be useful for the not too experienced guys and the songs started to take their final shape. But this meant that soon there’ll be nothing more to do and he’ll have to go home. Dave and Mart didn’t really talk about it, but it overshadowed their last few days together. He knew that Mart wanted to spend every second with him, but his family – especially his wife – made it difficult for him to sneak out of his house and visit Dave.

But both of them have noticed that their lovemakings became more hasty, the touches and kisses more urgent and desperate. And when they went down to the BDSM club and visited one of the backrooms, they rarely took off their hands of each other and their encounters turned into sweaty, angry and rough sex. He knew that both of them tried to work out some frustration this way, but with every day it became harder to pretend that everything was fine. His heart sank as he stole another glimpse from the curly man’s familiar figure then followed Stefan into the soundproofed room.

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Later that day Jonathan stopped by to make Dave and Martin sign some papers and to check on how the work was going. After the dark-haired man signed the papers, he walked to Martin and handed them over.

“As I see you’ve got quite close with Dave…” he began and the pen in Martin’s hand stopped for a moment.

“What do you mean?” he asked not looking up – he could tell from his tone that Kessy was smiling under his moustache.

“I meant that you work well together. The vibe is good, huh?” he chuckled quietly to himself and Martin felt the hidden meaning behind his words.

“Yeah, true” he answered shortly and suddenly felt himself embarrassed. “Here” he gave the papers back to John and wished him to go away as far as he could before he’d start blushing here like a teenage girl.

For a few moments his manager was eying him silently with a small smile in the corner of his lips.

“What? Is there something else?” Mart frowned.

“As a matter of fact, there is…” he pulled out a paper from a folder and slid it on the table towards him.

“What’s this?” he picked it up and ran across the lines.

“You know, my eyes and ears are open and I picked out some opportunities” he waved towards the paper “for possible future jobs. For the two of you.”

“Oh…”

“So…” he leant a bit closer and lowered his tone “… don’t be sad, there’s still hope…” he glimpsed at Dave then looked back at Mart and winked with a dirty little smile then straightened up and patted the quite shocked musician’s shoulder before disappearing from the scene.

“Jon, you’re bad…” he murmured and looked down at the list and folded it in half to put it into his pocket.

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Martin closed the door behind Stefan and turned around with a sigh. The band was gone for good. He looked around in their small studio and saw Dave collecting and organizing some wrinkled papers – the printed versions of their lyrics. Some relaxing jazz music was playing in the background as a change after the last long hours spent with working.

“So, I think we’ll need two or three more days for the post-works and we’re officially done with our part. Our babies have their own lives now” he smiled thinking on their lyrics.

“Yeah, they flew out of the nest” Dave noted quietly on a neutral tone and forced a little smile on his face as well, but still focused on the papers.

Martin just watched his stiff back from the door and stayed silent. Dave didn’t move either; just the precious time was flowing past them along with the soft tunes coming from the speakers.

The blonde musician cleared his throat after a long while “So I guess, we’re done for today…”

“It seems.”

“Then maybe I should go home. It’s Calo’s birthday, have to pick up his cake on the way back.”

“Sure. Happy birthday for him” Dave said and stroked his fingertips along the lyrics on the top of the pile.

“I’ll tell him” he nodded and waited for a moment then reached for his dark-brown jacket that was on a nearby chair.

“Mart…” he heard the hoarse deep tone.

“Yes, David?”

“I’ll miss all of this. This job. London. My new friends…” he turned around slowly and looked into the light-green eyes, his own gaze reflecting the sad feelings that were swirling inside of him “… and I’ll… miss you terribly” he faltered out and he nearly choked on the words from the lump in his throat.

Silence fell upon them and the singer could see clearly as Martin’s expression clouded over even more. He absentmindedly went on stroking the papers on the table with one hand, still looking into those deep eyes.

“I’ll miss you too, Dave” he said finally. So eventually the time came when they had to talk about the parting. ‘Fucking hell! No one told me that it’ll hurt this much…’ the curly man thought.

“And… because the time is near…” Dave went on and walked to his lover and swallowed hard when he stood right in front of him. He loved the way this small man was looking up at him. This time the question and messed-up feelings painfully visible in Curly’s eyes. “I have a request.”

“What kind of request?” he frowned.

“Don’t worry, nothing bad” he smiled and took one of his hands to interweave their fingers. “I cannot tell it, but you have to promise me that you’ll do it for me.”

“But… I don’t know. I don’t like this, Dave… You know that I like to know about things I have to deal with…” he began, but the sad look in the singer’s eyes made him stop.

“Please, baby… I promise it’s nothing bad. Just promise me you’ll do it for me. Please…” he squeezed Mart’s hand.

“But when will I…”

“Before I go back to NYC. Please, Mart…”

The blonde man watched him for a short while then nodded “Alright, I promise” and he already felt a little bit better as he saw a faint smile appear on his lover’s face before they shared a soft kiss.

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