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Chapter Fifteen - A.J.

Step into my world bittersweet love story about a girl

Shook me to the core voice like an angel, I’ve never heard before

Perfect Harmony - Julie and The Phantoms

I never thought a word could taste so sweet until I said “vacation” after ten months on the road. Getting to my apartment, calling the cleaner, hiring a new driver, and reactivating the delivery services was sweeter than anything.

The only challenge is getting used to the silence. Guilherme’s at home with Beatriz, Richard stayed in England after the shows, and Thomas made sure to spend his free time with his family.

It’s been four days since I’ve been away from them, and I already feel weird, but at least I’m not the only one, because our group chat on WhatsApp is blowing up.

What’s weird, though, is being away from Alexandra. Especially because whatever she’s dealing with back in Brazil, it’s keeping her busy.

But then, I get a message from her after I leave the gym:

Alex:I was walking around the house and stubbed my pinky toe on the edge of the table. It hurt so bad, like, almost as much as being near you.

Alex:Since your face was the first thing I thought of when the pain hit, I guess that means I missed you.

I read and reread the message like twenty times on my way home. Now, I can hit the video call button and see her face, ‘cause I definitely miss her.

“Good morning...”

The second Alex picks up, her smile fills the screen, and I let out a relieved sigh. She looks happy, which is a change from how she left Dublin on Monday.

But what surprises me the most is her hair pulled back in a high bun and the golden makeup with red lipstick on her full lips, which I quickly try not to look at.

“Cat got your tongue?” she asks in Portuguese.

“Wow, are you coming or going?”

“Why the question?” She raises an eyebrow.

“You look beautiful.”

“You wanna know why I look good, or did I misunderstand?” she asks, frowning, and I confirm the question. “Does that mean I’m… usually ugly?”

“Oh my God, of course not,” I say and burst out laughing, but her piercing look still digs into my soul. “You just look different than I thought you would on a Friday morning at home…”

“You’re right. I was testing hair and makeup…”

“So, your event in Brazil was an important one then…”

“It’s a professional event,” she whispers, as if it’s a secret, but I smile.

“You have a show?” I ask, excited, and she nods, with such a small grin it almost feels like a crime that she’s happy about it. “I’m the guy who sang outside a Five Guys for almost a year, Alexandra, you can be happy in front of me for having a show.”

“Sometimes I wonder what the guys think of this phase of yours.”

“They don’t know.”

“What do you mean, ‘they don’t know’?” she asks, like it’s a big deal. But talking about that moment isn’t my favorite subject. “No one in the band knows?”

“Dani knows,” I respond and try to tie my hair with one free hand, but she quickly answers with, “Dani’s not in the band,” like any normal person would.

“Dani doesn’t get on stage, but she’s part of the band. It was even weird being on tour without her.” I clear my throat and give up on the bun, throwing my hair to the side. “But come on, talk about the show.”

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