4.
February 15th, 2020
Adam Lambert’s angelic voice blasted through the AirPods in my ears as I sang along toSuperpowerand tapped my feet to the catchy music. I mean, it was 1:57a.m., and there was no one at the studio but me and a couple other crew guys, so who’d witness me going crazy?
We had been setting things up for a filming session that was supposed to start in around 7 hours. Woo, joy.
I bobbed my head to the song and placed the last of the lighting in its place before turning in a circle and shaking my hips to the chorus.
“I get back up when I fall
Rip the paint from the wall
When I win, I’mma run and take the money
Try to put me in a box
Make me something I’m not
Don’t give a fuck ‘cause I’m gonna take back…
My superpower!”
Mike, one of the crew guys, waved at me, and then gestured behind him with a thumb, letting me know that him and his boyfriend Curt were leaving.
I waved back at him, and then wrapped some of the spare wires neatly before heading towards the locker-room.
The song changed, and as I began singing along, it stopped suddenly, indicating that I had an incoming call.
I looked down at my phone, and smiled big when my mum’s face flashed on the screen.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I chirped as I received the call, and placed my AirPods in the back pocket of my jeans.
Mum chuckled. “Hey yourself, young lady. How are you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Mum, I’m fine. You asking the same question thirty times each day won’t change my answer.”
“Well, is your answer an honest one, or is it something you say just to make your old lady feel better?”
I laughed. “I’m being honest; I’m fine.”
It’d been a week since I’d given GallanThe Ice Bearer. He’d gone back to ignoring me, just like he used to before I’d approached him with my book. I don’t know why I thought it’d be a good idea to give him a copy of my work in the first place. I mean, a guy as famous as him must receive presents far more precious than a silly comic book.
I gave him his coffee every morning, as usual, but he didn’t spare me a single glance. It shouldn’t hurt, but I don’t know why it did. It hurt alot. I guess it was because he’d been so incredibly polite and kind to me about the whole thing that seeing therealhim didn’t sit well with my emotions and the thoughts in my head.
“Zaira?” came Mum’s voice through the phone.
“Yeah?”
She sighed. “Are you sure you’re okay? I know how upset you were just a few days ago when you told me about that as–”
“Mumma! Language!” I pressed my lips together to contain my laughter.
“I didn’t even say anything!”
“But you were going to; I know you.”
She chuckled. “Yes, well, he hurt my daughter, so he’s currently a piece of shit in my eyes.”
