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.