Londontown, I’m going to have my album released in Londontown. Londontown, Londontown, but this town always changes. Wait, did I just freestyled in my head, right now.
I took a taxi with Phil and Ari, to the studio. Where Lyne thinks, she is. As always, you can’t trust her, when you really need her to tour, you around, London. I mean, she’s cute for a Puerto Rican, bitch. I’m Puerto Rican too, but she’s just so rich. A rich bitch, wait I should write a song about a girl, like her and pretend, it’s written with emotion, and not for fun.
“Fuck you,” I sing to myself.
Damn you, Lay-knee. I’m not going to lose to this game, your playing. I’m just going to play along, like I always do. Yeah… I’m talking to myself, damn.
“So, I’m the joker now, Lay-knee,” he say, crossing his arms.
“Yes, and go. Keisha and the Sugababes, are waiting in studio b for you lot,” I say, dragging Bruno to Studio B.
Studio B, the recording studio, that I was in yesterday. Typical Tuesdays, just begun when Bruno thinks his the hottest thing, that ever walked on the planet. If the planet is not strucked by global warming, then he’ll be the hottest thing, that ever walked on the planet. The planet is very huge, so he can’t be the only hottest thing that ever walked on the planet.
“Keisha, this bitch. Right here, well… He’s name is Peter Hernandez,” I say, mad.
“Hey! No one calls me, Peter… Anymore,” he argues.
I rolled my eyes.
“Ok, fine. You can call me, Peter. Anytime, you want, Barbie.”
“I ain’t no Barbie, and Bruno just write some music, and everything would be fine.”
“Wow, Lay-knee. You’re such a hood talker for a Puerto Rican.”
Keisha couldn’t help herself from getting involve in an arguement, between anyone. She said, “You’re Puerto Rican, Lyne.”
“But you sounded so American.”
“Really? I sound so American, I mean I can talk in the Puerto Rican accent now.”
Bruno heads towards the keyboard, and starts to jam out, by himself. Ari nugde me, to make me look at Bruno, but I resisted his offer, to watch Bruno, jam out. Phil, he starts to join Bruno. I know, how funny Phil and Bruno are. I tried to stop myself from laughing, but I’ve got to laugh.
“Stop, stop, stop… Falling in love with him, Lyne,” I say to myself.
“Lyne,” Bruno smiled.
“What?” I ask.
“I wrote talking to the moon for you,” he mouths.
Phil looks at Bruno then, at me. He mouths, “it’s so true.”
I wanted to cry, but I left him in the studio.
I actually imagined him doing this, and click. I have to write it down.
I felt a tear drop fall, like raindrops on puddles. I want to go back into the studio, to have some fun, with lyrics and music.
“Hey,” a voice calls.
I look up, and saw Bruno’s hand, reaching towards my chin. He kneels down on both knees. I felt the feeling of that first. He leans towards me, to kiss me. I stopped him. Before he could.
“I don’t know, anything, anymore, Bruno.”
“You don’t have to know, anything to be my girl.”
“You. Want. Me.”
“I want all of you.”
“I don’t know, Bruno. Jesse is still my boyfriend, and I can’t do that to him.”
He stands up.
“Wait, where are you going?” I ask.
“Lay-knee, forget about the day, I wanted you. Forget, that I ever love you. Forget, that I wrote a song about you, and I should really, forget you.”
I stand up, to give him a hug, but I whispered in his ear, “I fuckin’ love you too.”
“Oh, I really hate your fucking ass, right now.”
“I can live with that,” I say, smiling.
“If you let me, call Jesse.”
Uh Oh! I haven’t made my mind up, yet. I can’t be just Bruno. Jesse is still my boyfriend, but I want Bruno, like he wants me. Motherfucking, fudge balls. I need sometime off, and that means no boys. Well… Bruno is an exception. My only exception.
“Now,” he moans.