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》04《 Desillusion

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▂▃▅▆▇ 04 - Desillusion ▇▆▅▃▂

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ

Since the beginning of the morning, a goofy smile had frozen on the enthusiastic face of the bassist of the Thai rock group, Tempt. The excitement was such that Gun had found it very difficult to fall asleep. Not because of any performance he had to do with his companions. This kind of event often made him feverish but still worried.

No. Today was a day of rest. A day he had waited impatiently without ever daring to admit it. A day he had even imposed on his comrades despite their protests because they had to postpone their rehearsals. But Gun didn't care. This time, he wanted to think about himself.

Today was the concert of his favorite rock band. The one who opened the doors to musical culture for him. Music was an area that Gun was particularly fond of, just behind fashion which was by far his favorite activity. But at this moment, nothing could match his impatience to participate in this great event which he had eagerly awaited since receiving these tickets three weeks before. A still unexpected luck that he found it hard to believe, although the tickets were still on his nightstand. They waited patiently, while shining brightly, reminding the musician of what to expect.

But meeting his idols was not the only reason for the good humor and impatience of the redhead. Not only.

This particular day, he was not going to live it alone. And what fueled his excitement, as well as his nervousness, was that he was going to share this special moment with someone special, even if he didn't want to admit it.

A person who was not his girlfriend. 

The ambiguity of the situation should make him feel remorseful. But it wasn't the case. A beaming smile persisted in illuminating his face to the point of embarrassing him. Innocent joy reflected in his reflection through the bathroom mirror and grieved him inside. He cracked far too easily.

The day had passed at breakneck speed and Gun had struggled to contain his excitement. His phone hadn't stopped ringing, but the only messages Gun answered were from Mark.

Even Pruhaya's messages fell into oblivion.

If he had to be honest, Gun would readily admit that he felt a hint of regret when he canceled their evening date. The young girl had managed to free up some time in her schedule and she had proposed a romantic date with her boyfriend. It was a good opportunity to see her after several days of separation. Shame had seized the musician when he had to announce to his girlfriend that he unfortunately had plans for the evening. And as usual, Pruhaya had been understanding and patient.

✉ Pruhaya:

OK sweetheart. An other time.