Chapter 4 - Coincidence(a snippet of chapter 4)

“Sabiiineeeeee…..,” I groaned, stretching my voice as far as I could. What the hell was I thinking? Obey? What an improper term. Where was she anyway, this Sabine. Gosh, I seem to recall her saying “I will not leave you alone there”. Hmm..Was I merely imagining it? Whatever. She has to be around here somewhere if not with me.

“And there I was, minding my own business when suddenly this stranger came up behind me and covered my eyes with his hands!” I heard Sabine say, probably telling her “how I nearly beat up my boyfriend” story she told to almost everyone new she met. I had already memorized half her lines just listening to the same thing all the time. How dreadful.

“And it must’ve been my super fast reflexes cause I immediately whirled around and punched him in the guts! You should’ve seen it! He was wincing in pain!” The crowd erupted in a loud roar of laughter portraying a typical happy, lively and oh-so-glam scene.

I could see Paul with Sabine being all love first, life second. I rolled my eyes in unison and walked steady paced towards them. It was enough to be miffed by Sabine’s outstanding disappearing act habitually, but to come and look for her to see Niko standing there? Mingling with them as if he were really close friends. Oh right. Shoot! He was friends with Sabine! This means, he’s friends with Paul as well. Which means, he’s friends with the rest of them as well? It keeps getting better.

“Sabine,” I called out, hoping she heard me, which she did because she looked at me and smiled for a brief second.

“Everyone, meet my gorgeous friend Nabilah!” she exclaimed, as though she was announcing a lucky draw winner’s name. Her friends looked at me and said hello but no more than a hello. What a nice bunch, I thought.

“Isn’t she lovely?” Sabine tried. “Come here, Bil.” I went to sit by her in silence and pure awkwardness. Did she even think I will be liked by her friends? Seriously, her new friends are the kind of people who dress like they’re hookers. I don’t mix with such people but since Sabine’s so desperate to fit in, she doesn’t mind hanging out with them. I tried to make a conversation with her using my eyes as she was too busy yapping away to her new blondes.

Niko was sniggering at me being all alone and silent next to my best friend. I guessed he was just the same as me cause he wasn’t speaking to anyone either. He plopped himself down next to me as though it was the most natural thing to do considering we fought every time we met. I just stared at him make himself comfortable on the sofa we sat on meant for only two people.

“Aahhh... This couch is really comfy,” he said, looking smugly at me. I rolled my eyes, again.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself pretty much,” I said, folding my arms. “Tormenting me is one of your activities.”

APOLOGIES

I'm very sorry to say that i will not be posting any new chapters in a long time as i have a job and have no time to do all these. So please be patient and i'll come back soon! Thanks and bye bye!

Chapter 4 - coincidence

The ceremony was to begin in about another 1 and a half hours time and I wasn’t going to be buying a new dress anymore. All I did was rummage through Sabine’s closet and scavenge on whatever appropriate looking garment there was. Fortunately for me, a simple yet elegant looking sequined dress in pretty blue was waiting for me. I wonder why she didn’t want to wear this gorgeous thing. But I wasn’t about to complain. Her loss is my gain.

“Bil, your underwear’s so visible. Pull up your pants please,” said Sabine, holding a bag of chips heading to the TV area.

“Whatever man! Who’s gonna look at me in the house? There’s just me and you,” I answered.

I still hope to kick Miss Marion’s ass one day. Which “sweet” parent would actually name their child Maron? Niko Maron Ulliel… What kind of a name is that anyway? Freak. How unlucky am I till I could actually bump into him? I don’t think he’ll force me to pay him back for his spoilt guitar though. I’m never ever going to see him again anyway. That’s the good part though, not seeing him again. He was really good looking anyway. I’d say it’s hard to forget those piercing blue eyes and sharp striking features. He didn’t look this good that day at the gig. I don’t know, maybe meeting him up close and personal was a great experience. He may be cute but he’s still an ass.
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“Welcome to Germany’s University of Performance & Media. My name is Mrs. De La Cruz and I happen to be your principal here. As you should know, our institute is very well known for its ability to produce world ranking performers from singers to actors and actresses. As surprising as this may sound, Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt were former students here. Look how successful they are now. Should you wish to follow in their footsteps, I suggest you pay full attention while you’re here and no nonsense either. I wish you all the best of luck. I’d like to end my speech here. Thank you,” said the head of the university.

People were clapping for her as she bowed and waved. Seriously, she sounded like Professor Umbridge from Harry Potter as her mannerism was similar. Ironically, the university looked like Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ok, maybe it doesn’t look so much like it but the similarities are there. No denying that. There were many new students this year and I do hope I’ll gain some new friends. It’s sad that all of all of us, only Sabine and I have interest in this particular field. Romina was venturing into fashion designing and the others were doing business.

“Cool place huh?” Sabine asked, smiling happily at me. “Don’t you want to join in the dance and games?”

“Let’s go!” I answered, feeling a little adventurous. Free food had always attracted me. Don’t ask me why. I kind of got it from my parents. Evidently, there were many fit guys hanging around. Why wouldn’t there be? Cute guys live to be actors girls can drool over in the near future.

Food served was absolutely delectable! Mmmm… I was attacking the beef pasta ferociously, chewing every bit and swallowing each mouthful with love and respect. Everyone knows guys like girls with a huge appetite because they can’t stand that “I’m on a diet” crap. It’s cute to see a skinny girl wolf down huge helpings of food but rather unsightly if a big girl does it? Well, let’s not go there. I have always considered myself as plus sized. It’s not that I’m overweight or obese. It’s just that I’m a little on the large side. Partially, it’s because Sabine looks like a stick next to me. Look at her, eating such miniscule bites but a fairly large amount of food. Paul seems to find it so adorable he’s even feeding her. Bleah! No jealousy though… What? Now what on earth? Why on earth is he here? Oh my goodness!

“What are YOU doing here?!” I hollered at the face who looked equally shocked. He stared at me in unison and blinked his eyes repeatedly. “I asked you what you’re doing here.”

“Well, I could ask you the same thing but it’s freaking obvious that we’re in the same school!” he half shouted, glaring at me looking dissatisfied. “Were you stalking me or something? Huh?!”

Me? Stalk him? No! That’s Justwin’s job! How is it that he’s in the same school as I am? Oh right, he’s a performer. Damn it! Looks like I can’t run away from paying for his guitar.

“Mr.Niko, I’m so sorry but I will pay you back for your guitar. And NO! I’m not stalking you for the love of God! Coincidence much?” I said, wishing he would forgive me so this awkwardness will end. Come on, I’m a girl, you’re a girl… Are you? Never mind. My point is which girl will actually want such a hot guy to stay mad at her? NO ONE!

“What’s up with MR.Niko? Just call me Niko. That’ll do, for now. I’ll think about how you can pay back for it. But don’t think I’m gonna let you off so easily!” he said, holding up a finger and shaking it at me. He looked so cool, so mysterious like.

“I’m sorry again. Anyway, looks like we’re stuck here for a while,” I said, looking at my feet as he brushed his hair from his forehead. His once knitted eyebrows were now softened as he calmed down.

“Yep. Seems like it. We might as well be nice to each other. You better be nice to me or you’ll regret it. You owe me after all,” said Niko, folding his arms, standing straight and tall to show his power.

This was not going to be fun at all. How on earth was I to live with this threatening presence. Not that threatening but I had a teeny feeling that he was going to be really mean to me. By that I mean he’ll be ordering me around like hell. I kind of deserved it anyway. Not that I’m accepting it but I can’t do shit right? Look at him. He walked off leaving me agape in the middle of the hall. I’m going to have to learn to deal and cope with him then. After all, he is Sabine’s friend. I have to treat my friends’ friend nicely right? Oh gosh, that’s just a horrible excuse to treat him well. Truth is I’m going to obey him because he’s what we would call, HOT.

Chapter 3 - Hi, i'm Bil (Last part of chapter 3)

“Bil, does this look good on me?” Sabine asked, holding up a low cut deep turquoise gown which had a train against her body. This was I think the 10th garment she tried on and she was as indecisive as ever. Was she joking? “Sabine, it looks terrific on you. That’s for sure. Everything looks good on you,” I said, hoping she got the gist.

“Are you absolutely sure Bil? Because I’m not feeling this one either,” she said, looking quite worried. “Do you think I should just go with the pink one I chose earlier?”

“Sabine..I think, you should just take the pink one,” I said through gritted teeth. All her wavering has caused me to not be able to pick out a gown for myself. She was eating all the time having me follow her around aimlessly as she never did make a final decision. Please God, choose the gown for her! I know she’ll definitely listen to You!

“The pink one? Are you sure? Just now you said the turquoise one looked nice,” she said, looking dubiously at me.

“Dude, take the pink one or the turquoise one. Whatever, man!” I said, exasperated. “This is like the 10th time you’re asking for my opinion and never listening to me.

She looked at me dumfounded and wrinkled her nose wondering what she did. She hugged the pink dress and sniffed it, sighing, knowing very well she was going to be buying that particular one. I on the other hand hadn’t the chance to browse around for a dress yet. Pitiful me eh? No? Yes actually. The dresses she had looked at were almost every single dress there was in the store and no way was I going to purchase something which she had earlier called “Looks like my mom wore this to conceal her pregnancy!” or “If I wore this, I’ll look like I just ate an entire cow and still had room for one more!”

“I think we better leave now so I can go to another floor and search for something I can actually wear!” I exclaimed, making sure I emphasized on the word “I”. I don’t think she understood because she actually asked me to wait while she looked for some more dresses!

“Sabine! Just take the pink one for the love of God!” I cried out, feeling much more frustrated than ever. “Please…please…take it. I need to look for mine too you know? You’re wasting too much time here.”

“You’re right, Bil. I’m sorry! I got so caught up with myself till I forgot you had to find something too. Let’s go right after I pay for this,” she answered.

“You damn right we leaving after this!” I retorted jokingly. “I could just kill you now, Sabine.”

She took out some cash from her purse and headed to the counter to pay for the pink dress I coaxed her into getting. I was just inches away from the counter when suddenly a guy knocked into me from behind which caused me to trip over and fall.

“OUCH!” I screamed, rubbing my hurt knee from the fall. The guy who unintentionally knocked me over quickly helped me up apologizing profusely for his silly actions. He looked really familiar. I just couldn’t recall where I had seen him from.

“Are you alright, Bil?!” asked Sabine, looking at me bewilderedly as I was staring at the guy who helped me. I think I just saw him for a split second recently. His eyes are so familiar. I think he’s-

“Niko? What are you doing here?” Sabine suddenly says to this mysterious stranger I can’t seem to remember. Did she know this guy? Where did she meet him? Where have I seen him?

“Hey Sabine, I was just looking around if there was anything that actually suits me..but you know, nothing here’s my style,” he said, looking around and raising his eyebrows. That was when he looked at me and made me recall where I had seen him from. He was the guitarist from that band we went to see! What was the name of the band again? Oh yes! It was Fettes Kartoffel!

“This is Bil, the friend who followed me to your gig the other day. And Bil, this is Niko Maron Ulliel,” said Sabine, pointing at me. Oh great, I can rephrase that sentence for her. Ahem. “This is the friend who followed me to your gig the other day and destroyed everything because she just HAD to find her missing purse. Oh wait, she made you drop your guitar as well. Oh you know the EXPENSIVE one.” If only I actually said that out. That’ll be a one way ticket to hell and an empty wallet.

“The friend who followed you that day? You mean the one who wrecked our show? And what’s with my full name?” he asked. I flushed. This was utterly embarrassing for me. “Come on, she didn’t wreck your show! It was only a lil accident,” said Sabine. Oh thank you so much Sabine. Oh no, he’s looking at me. Shit!

“So, so. You’re the one who made me drop my damn guitar! Its internals are freaking spoilt now you idiot!” he shouted. “Huuuhhhhh!!!” he sighed exasperatedly and rubbed his head eyeing me angrily. “Look, if you’re that into Zack, why didn’t you just ask Sabine to hook you up?”

What the hell? He too thought I was into the lead singer? OMG.

“Well excuse me! I do not like him, I don’t even know him! That guy’s just full of himself! I’m sorry about your guitar, I’ll try and make up for it but seriously, I’m not into that vain guy. So, squeeze me!” I said, feeling pleased with myself.

Sabine was just standing there watching us argue like the other shoppers were. It was rather tense, the situation. We looked like we were about to punch each other, hard. He seemed to realize what was happening as well and quickly tried to ease things up. In a silly way, obviously.

“Hi, I’m Niko! You got some good acting skills too hey?” he said, hinting with his eyes to play along. Oh well, what the heck?

“Hi, I’m Bil! You’re not too shabby yourself!” I replied, sounding very convincing till I felt shocked with myself. “What about we get out of this place and talk somewhere else?”

“That’s a fantastic idea Bil! That way, we can escape the prying eyes of the crowd who’s watching us like we’re making a movie!” said Niko. With that, the crowd hurriedly dispersed returning to whatever they were doing before this. Niko, Sabine and I exited the department store without hesitating.

“Way to go Bil! Why Bil? That’s like, a guy’s name. You switched gender?” he taunted.

“Hahaha! Very funny, Marion!” I said, laughing at my clever retaliation.He scrunched up his face and said “Till next time, Bil!See you guys later.”

Number one, I didn’t get to find a dress yet. Number two, I found an annoying guy.

Chapter 3 - Hi, i'm Bil (4th part of chapter 3)

(1st picture : That's supposedly Zackari..) ( 2nd picture:That's how the guitarist should look like in my story!)

“AHHHHH!!” I bawled as I made a jump to slide underneath him. It worked magnificently and he was still staring at my rather childish way of running away. My ribs ached a little from the hard surface I slid on but it didn’t hassle me. I was free, almost at least. Scrambling to get up, I realized my purse was just sprawled on the floor somewhere not too far in front of me.

I rushed over nearly tripping, picked it up and ran out of the accursed venue as fast as I could. I was panting like a dog the second I stopped running. My hands were on both my knees to support myself from falling. At least I got my prized purse back. I looked at it and nearly shrieked and farted at the same time. Did I mention how my bowel movements were often irregular? My pitiful purse was tattered and torn not to mention filthy and no longer useable. Hesitatingly, I threw it away into a nearby trashcan. If only I hadn’t followed Sabine to this party! Where was she anyway?

I decided to give her a call and probably meet her back home as I wanted to wander around a bit. “Hello, where are you?” I asked. A long loud squeal was heard on the other end of the line. I held the phone away from my ear and shut my eyes till she stopped squealing.

“Bill!!!! I can’t believe you created such a mess in there! What were you thinking?!” Sabine asked, still sounding shrilly. Sighing, I told her what really happened. “Hey, as if I planned for all that raucous to take place. I dropped my damn purse, went searching for it as it got kicked around. Have you any idea how ugly it looked when I finally found it? HUH?!” I retorted. “Sheesh!”

“Ohhh..But I still don’t know how you wound up on stage. I don’t think I want to know either! Haha!” she replied. I didn’t feel like explaining anything to her anyway. It was getting dark and I wanted to have dinner before going home. “Sabine, I’m gonna go have dinner before coming home k?”

“Ok, Bil. Mind you, don’t be late. My parents won’t like it.”

“I get it, see you later.” I said and clicked off the phone. Maybe I should head over to Wendy’s. I’ve always wanted to eat there but never had a blinking opportunity. I should take a cab, I thought. Or I could save my cash and walk instead. It wasn’t that far. Approximately 15 minutes if I walk. I get to eat at Wendy’s! I get to eat at Wendy’s! I was thrilled as I knew the lamb chop they served was succulent and exquisite. How could I say no to it? And so, I walked to my desired restaurant and pigged out for at least 1 hour before calling a cab to pick me up and drop me home.

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“Put me down you damn useless idiot!” I shrieked, scolding the bouncer with all my strength. He still wasn’t putting me down. In fact, he was shaking me back and forth, left and right till my whole world spun around me. He kept calling me “Bil! Bil!” All I could do was to try to not puke from the swirls he was making.

I woke up suddenly and saw that it was Sabine. “Bil, wake up!” she half shouted. I stirred for awhile before sitting up to listen to whatever she had to say. I was still heavy-eyed from lack of sleep. However, at least I didn’t have to live through that whole reenactment of the bouncer incident.

“What is it?” I asked her, trying to sound as polite as possible whereas in actual fact, I wanted very much to shave all her hair off. She eyed me queerly and said “Don’t you even remember what’s happening this Monday which is like, 2 days away?”

Monday…Monday…What was happening on Monday? Were we going somewhere special? Was it her birthday? Oh my God! It has to be her birthday. I don’t even remember when her birthday is anymore.

“Umm, is it your birthday?” I asked wearily. She frowned at me oddly and snickered. “Bil, where is your head? It’s the opening ceremony for freshmen at our soon to be university. Hello? Education? That’s why you’re here?”

“Ohh! Jeez, I totally forgot about it! My whole mind is so bleargh! Why’d you wake me up for anyway? To tell me that?” I asked, still feeling sleepy and slightly irritated.

“My dear, don’t you want to go shopping for a new gown? It’s a formal occasion and I don’t think you brought anything suitable except shorts and jeans.” Sabine replied, shaking her head as she looked at my clothes hanging in the open wardrobe.

She was absolutely right. I had nothing even close to formal. “Fine… Let’s go out.” I responded blearily, getting out hesitatingly from under my soft, comfortable and warm blanket. I treaded away from the bed and into the bathroom where I could brush my teeth and take a shower at a snail’s pace. I turned the shower on full blast to fill up the bathtub and the steam rose till the mirrors were misty. As soon as the tub was full, I slipped off my bathrobe letting it fall to the floor and climbed in. The warm water was relaxing against my cold skin and heated me up instantly. I pumped the soap from the dispenser and applied it all over my body making sure I was clean all over. Then, I fished out my shampoo and started shampooing my hair thoroughly. Ahh..I had not bathed in a bathtub for ages and this was exceptionally pleasing. I rinsed out all the soap and splashed water on my face. Feeling contented, I got out from the tub and proceeded to dry myself from head to toe not missing even an inch of my bare skin. I put on my casual clothes and exited the bathroom to find Sabine chatting online with Paul.

“Hey, you’re done! Let’s go!” she exclaimed as she saw me walk towards her. “Just let me say bye to Paul first.”

Her fingers moved quickly all over the keyboard as she typed. She switched off the laptop and closed the lid carefully. “Let’s go, let’s go,” she chimed. As soon as we went out of her house, she locked the doors checking warily if the doors are properly secured. We got into her car and she drove off to Müller& Co where we would buy our gowns for the upcoming formal procedure.

Chapter 3 - Hi, i'm Bil (3rd part of chapter 3)

He looked complacently at me and held his head up high in the air making sure his nose could almost touch the ceiling. He must have thought he was quite sharp as to think I was a fan trying to get onstage. If only he knew how thick he was.

“Hey there, you!” I heard the vocalist say. Pfft! Which “lucky” fan was it now? This is such a waste of my time. As I strode away from the insolent bouncer who refused to allow me access to rescue my purse, I was once again lifted (sadly) and carried onto stage.

“Why the hell, are you putting me here?! First you won’t let me pass and now you put me HERE?!” I shrieked at the same bouncer who looked intentionally oblivious to my wails. “URRGGGHHHH!!!!!”

“Hello there miss!” the vocalist said, suddenly so close to me now. Was he talking to me? I looked around to find anyone else he might be talking to but there weren’t any, unfortunately. I wasn’t at all concerned in having a little onstage conversation with him. I just wanted to get my purse and get the hell out of this earsplitting club.

“Hi, can I please get down from here? I want to find my purse I dropped and get out,”I said, hoping he heard me.

“I’m Zackari, the vocalist, but I’m guessing you already know that! What’s your name?” he asked, smiling so merrily it looked forged. I’m guessing he didn’t hear a single word I said. And no, I didn’t know any of that. I let out a huge sigh.

“I’m Nabilah. You can call me Bil,”I answered. That’s when I saw Sabine screaming and waving frenetically at me. Oh goodness. When is my melancholy going to end? “So Bil, you seem to be a huge fan of us as I’ve observed.”

He thought I was a huge fan just because I looked like I was dying to get onstage to meet them. How cliché is that? All eyes were on me now. That’s when I realized hundreds of people were staring at me talk and be close to their idol. Girls were staring at me unhappily wishing in silence they could take my place. They have no idea that I would be willing to trade places with them anytime. I was tired, agitated, and hungry. To top it all, I couldn’t leave this place.

“So what’s your favourite song, Bil?” he asked, still not realizing that I place no interest in him.

“Am I your favourite member of the band?” The crowd ooh-ed and ahh-ed while I stood there
staring at him with my mouth agape. How on earth could someone suggest such a thing?

Publicly? He was so vainglorious! He kept winking at me and running his fingers through his already perfect hair. Eww. His actions were nauseating but it managed to make several girls hold the railings separating the crowd from the stage so as not to faint and fall.

“Ermm.. I don’t have a favourite song,”I said, staring at him skeptically. I actually hoped that my disapproving look would send the message to him instantly but he just got blonder.

“See everyone, all our songs are great she can’t even choose!” he roared into the mike, sucking in all the screams and cries turning the energy into his. I suspected this was going to be eternal and decided to try and tell him nicely.

“Excuse me, “I whispered. “I’m not a fan. This is the first time I’m here. I dropped my purse and am just looking for my purse.” I hope he understood. I’m presuming he did because he nodded his head understandingly and patted my shoulder.

“So you’d love to see us rehearse? No problem! Does anyone else wanna see us rehearse?!” he shouted, once again deaf to my wishes. The club echoed with more clamor. I’m just going to walk out of here without further trying to tell him. What a waste of my precious time!

“If you join a contest we’re organizing and win, you’re entitled to backstage passes, rehearsal passes, aftershow party passes and we’ll even throw in a little goodie bag for you!” he claimed. He suddenly took whole of my arm and asked me what song I would like to hear.

“I don’t know. I told you I haven’t heard any songs before. Why don’t you sing whatever you want to sing and I’m outta here.” I said, trying to free myself from his grip.


“Don’t be shy, you can stay here for a little while more!” he replied, holding me tighter. “In fact, let’s sing together! I’ll sing “Willst Du Mich Ficken?” It’s the very first song lyrics I wrote.” He added gleefully not knowing how perverted he sounded. The song started playing as the band members played their instruments.

“Sorry, sing that song by yourself, I want out.” I quickly tried to loosen his hold and yanked my arm away roughly. Because it was so rough, I accidentally knocked over the mike stand which then hit the guitarist’s mike stand. A loud screeching noise was heard all over the club as the mikes collided with one another. That wasn’t all. It seemed that the slight collision caused the guitarist to jerk a little and drop his (hopefully inexpensive) guitar. The crowd groaned loudly hearing the shrill screeching noise and hurriedly pressed their palms on their ears hoping to shield themselves from the deafening noise. Oh the calamity I’ve caused!

“I’m so sorrryyy!! I’m leaving!” I shouted as I comically tried to leave the stage turning left and right but not knowing where to jump off. “Ahaa! There’s the stairs!” I quickly ran down the stairs and headed for the exit but failed as the idiotic bouncer once again tried to stop me. What was wrong with him? His hands and legs were wide apart trying to grab me should I attempt to escape from his watch.

“Move asshole!” I barked. Most of the crowd had already dispersed leaving only fans who want to get a taste of the band. He didn’t budge an inch which really angered me. This party had been nothing but a nightmare. That was when I came up with a brilliant plan.

Chapter 3 - Hi, i'm Bil (2nd part of chapter 3)

I didn’t know what to say, let alone do. All I did was to straighten my shirt and nod my head at the right moments. “Sabine…I don’t know what to say…I’m so sorry…,”I finally said. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it.

“Hey, guys are just guys. Friends last forever. At least we both know what’s been going on inside our minds these years,” she said. Her face had a sweet smile but her sad eyes told the story. I was upset too. I never knew that Paul and Romano had feelings for me. Especially Paul. If I had known earlier that he liked me, I would have told him unerringly how I felt. But that would mean breaking Sabine’s heart. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

“Yeah, friends last forever.” Well, some of them, I thought as Romina came to mind. “Don’t worry babe, Paul’s evidently in love with you. Besides, my crush on Paul died out long ago. There are guys in Malaysia too you know, “I said, patting her back trying to calm her nerves. I felt relieved as she knew I had a crush on her boyfriend last time.

“Ok Bil, let’s wash all these negative thoughts out. Let’s go to a party!”Sabine suggested. That was probably the best idea I’d heard in days. That way we could have fun and not think about boyfriend troubles. It would get even more uncomfortable between us if we didn’t do something to release the tension around us. “Just what kind of party do you have in mind? Because, I don’t drink.” In case she has forgotten, my religion does not allow us followers to drink alcohol. I thought I had already imprinted that in her blonde head.

“Bil, it’s just a drink. You’re not gonna die,” she replied, much to my surprise. “I’m not allowed to consume alcohol! It’s against my belief.” She cringed and slapped her forehead playfully. “How could I ever have forgotten? Dear me,”she said. “Sabine, Sabine, I think this is why I missed you so much. Your lack of consideration for me is so desirable.” She laughed loudly and tossed her hair to one side of her face. Her hair was beautiful. Have I mentioned that? I suppose not. I have lost count of her aptness.

“Anyway, it’s just a music kinda party. I know the band so I got free admission,” Sabine said. “The guys are pretty cool. You’ll like them once I introduce you.”

It sounded like fun. I love music anyway. There’s bound to be a couple of fit guys there. Sabine said it would be fun. If it wasn’t, well, let’s just not think about that.

“Bil! Isn’t this great? They’re playing music from Fettes Brot! You like Fettes Brot right?” Sabine asked me, shouting into my ear against the intolerably loud but good music. The guitarist was jamming in passion with his eyes closed and guitar behind his back (don’t ask me how he played). It must have been out of pure passion. As for the vocalist, he looked really fit. Sabine told me he was half French, half German. Everyone knows that combination is deadly adorable. No wonder there were so many screaming girls here. Despite that, I wasn’t exactly what you would say interested. He looked quite stuck up. Who wouldn’t? He was adored by all these…flashing girls. I wouldn’t flash for my life so go figure.

Anyway, they were playing Soll das alles sein, one of my favorites. What was so special about this band? I didn’t feel impressed at all. Just because the lead singer and guitarist are so hot doesn’t mean the band is great. Girls just don’t know how to distinguish between good music and hot guys. Most successful singers are ugly (no offence). We all know these girls are here to drool and ogle at the guys, not to listen to music. According to my observation, the vocalist was the cutest. The guitarist wasn’t all too bad either. He had a very unique look, rather distinctive. He also had amiable guitar skills. The club was packed with people and it was a wee bit hard to breathe in here.

“I have to get out of here for awhile!” I screamed to Sabine, hoping she heard my voice amidst the super loud music.

“Hey!” She still didn’t hear me so I left without trying harder. Trying to find my way out, I accidentally dropped my LV purse onto the floor in the sea of people. Oh no! “Where is it?” I whispered to myself. Damn it, what a time to drop my purse. I can barely walk here let alone look for things!

“There it is!” I claimed out loud, looking at my purse which was near a bouncer guarding the stage. I quickly hurried towards the stage area to recover my purse. Well, sort of hurried. As I have earlier mentioned, the club was packed full with people. So, my steps weren’t exactly quick or hurried.

“OUCH!” I shouted. Someone had just elbowed my stomach hard. Damn it! I finally reached my purse and attempted to pick it up. My endeavor was brought to a halt as out of the blue; big strong hands lifted me by the waist and pulled me away from the stage.

“Hey, Hey! Put me down!” I shouted frantically as I realized that it was the bouncer who carted me away. I punched his back with my free hand frenziedly hoping he would drop me, gently of course. “Sie werden nicht erlaubt, hier zu sein!” he hollered.

“What? I’m not allowed to be here? I’m just taking my- oh wait, do you think i actually bother to run onto stage and clobber them down?!” I claimed loudly, looking at him fold his arms and watching me closely. I rolled my eyes and started; “Ich suche nur meine Handtasche! Hello? Just looking for my purse! Over there! Da! ” I shouted as I pointed at the direction of my purse which looked trashy now.

He seemed to ignore my pleas as he held out a hand in front of me as a gesture to step away from the stage. Oh for the love of heavens, please help me. I’m about to burst out in flames from my anguish.

“Ok, if you really don’t wanna listen to me. You leave me no choice. No choice! Heard me? Keine Wahl!” I screamed and tried my best to barge past him to get my purse but his huge body made it impossible.

I banged into him roughly like a rugby player with my entire valor and fell down with a loud thump. It was much too unfeasible to overpower this huge entity in front of me. How was I ever going to get a hold of my purse back? I decided to try and use sign language to communicate with him. He probably is too dense to understand what “trying to get my purse back” means in both German and English. How could one have such a colossal head but vacant brain?

“Hel-lo, I am try-ing to get my pur-se o-ver there!” I said, pointing to my purse on the floor while making a rectangular shape in air and even breaking each word into a few syllables making it easier for his comprehension.