Thursday, 5 March 2015

Random Story.

"Oh come on just finish those Cyanne!" Kate was yelling at me for leaving two bites of food on the plate.
"I can't. I'm super duper full," I showed her my puppy face though I know it won't work on her. 
"Eat it." She was stern and stood up to clean her plates and spoon and the empty dishes.

Yeap, that's Kate my housemate I've been living with for almost a year and half. I've left my hometown Georgio to continue my studies at in Broadcasting and Journalism in the university miles away from my house. Kate's a friend I will rarely get with her sarcasm and wit but she does hate it when people don't finish her food she cook. So I chunk all the food in the plate in one go and swallowed. Not that its not nice, its just my appetite is very tiny to go on with. 

"How' your preparation with the concert going on?" Kate ask while washing the dishes at the zinc counter.

"So far no problem. I have Dave, Rick and Charles helping me with the flyers and tickets. Sophia is helping me with the decoration and stage arrangement. I guess one thing left for me to look for is the sound system and lighting," I fiddle with the waste on my plate. 

Its been a crazy month for me because as the president of the Music club, I have to take an initiative to be active on something and the members and myself have came up with the idea to do an open concert collaboration with other universities around and also from each school to perform.

"I have someone I know that might help you with the sound and lighting system. Let me see if  I still have his number," She put the last washed plates on the plate hanger and took her phone out from her pocket. "Oh here it is, take down, name, Harry, number, 06-675893202,"

"Harry?" I gave her a quizzical look.

"Oh come on! You can't possibly think only your ex has the name Harry?" Kate rolled her eyes.

"Ok, ok, I'll call on check on it then," I stood up and went back to my room while Kate continued cleaning the table.

Harry, no. Please, dont do this. Harry! You can't do this. Listen we can talk through it, come on. Please pick up my phone.

I looked at the dial-er with the name Harry on it. Sighed and pressed call.

"Hello?" A voice of a guy answered. Oh come on, just talk! He's not the Harry that left you.

"Hello? Who's this on the line?" The voice asked again.

"Sorry, sorry, hi! I mean hello, this is Cyanne,"

"Cyanne how can I help you?"

What's' wrong with you Cyanne! Talk.

"My friend gave me your number so I could ask/talk to you about sound and lighting system for a concert I'm planning,"

"Oh, is that so? Great. That means we must meet up to talk about it with my boss,"

"Oh, great. Okay, I'll see you then, Harry right?"

"Yeap, See you,"

I shut the phone.

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