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I wake up to my phone ringing. It is already three in the afternoon, I have slept a lot again. I see that the call is from Madeline, my best friend. I answer.

- Good afternoon,' are you sleeping in so far? - I hear her voice on the other end of the phone and see that there is excitement in her voice.

- Good afternoon, and I am sleeping so far yes, it is the weekend! - I say, getting out of bed and letting the daylight into my eyes, it is a sunny day.

- Since you brought up the subject of the weekend, I remembered that you are taking a music course, and well, I bought two tickets for us to see Louis Gallgaher, that 'hottest' violinist of all time. - She pauses, her voice thinning at the end of her sentence, then continues - I know you think he thinks he's better than everyone else, but for me?

- Madeline, I already told you that I wanted to rest this weekend! - I say discouraged, already knowing that I would have to go anyway.

- You can rest there! I only ask you to come with me, then we can eat something

- I'm only going because of the talent people say he has. - I hang up soon after. She sends me the information and I walk away from the cell phone, starting my day.

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During the day I don't do many things, but now it is already 5 pm and I have to choose something for the concert. I am not very excited, but I am doing it for Madeline.

I paint my nails beige, since my closet is all about this color. I do something very simple with my hair, I secure the sides with a little braid and I wear something elegant. I am wearing a boot with a small heel, a skirt and some kind of blouse, with a blazer on top. I don't think I look very pretty, but I don't mind.

She shows up at my door and takes us to the concert. I see that there is a long line of girls at the door and I get discouraged thinking about the time we will waste in speaking, but Madeline speaks up:

- No need to wait in line, relax. - She gives a low laugh and enters through another entrance, with the car.

- Why? Are we doing something wrong? - I say suspiciously, because this parking lot has only a few cars, but a few fans are there.

- I should have warned you before, but I knew you weren't coming, but I bought the 'vip' ticket and after the show we can meet Louis in person. That's the best part! - she says excitedly, getting out of the car and preparing her cell phone for a picture.

The concert in general was very beautiful and I had to admit that Louis is talented, but that's about it. When it's over, everyone claps their hands and now we have to go to a room for "a moment with Louis. Upon arrival I see that there is a huge line and it seems that this time there is no way out.

- Look how considerate he is of his fans! - Madeline turns my face to show him hugging a fan.

- He is doing his job. - I look at the situation and in my mind, Louis is doing the bare minimum.

Madeline rolls her eyes and then we wait our turn in silence. Arriving, he hugs Madeline and looks at me with a superior, pathetic face, I see that everyone is expecting me to hug him, when I move a little I bump into a fan and end up falling with all my strength on top of Louis, standing on top of him. The fan had the audacity to laugh.

Louis is very close and I can see that the locks of his hair are very blond, with eyes the color of the ocean. I feel him breathing, but it doesn't last long, he stands up and begins to drag me into a room, with all the hate in the world.

He throws me into a chair and tries to calm down, I don't understand what is going on.

- Are you hurt? - He asks coldly and I feel that maybe his hatred might be subsiding.

- No. I don't understand.

On the other side of the door I hear some journalists knocking and Louis comes out, I hear him saying that I was hurt and not used to fame, so they go. I really am not hurt, and he knows it. After a few minutes he comes back, being even angrier.

- I'm not hurt, I think I can leave. - I say, rising from the chair, with a smile on my face.

- I don't care that you're hurt. I care that you broke something. - He shows me a gold brooch, broken- Do you realize? I got this when I was ten from my grandfather, and you broke it.

- It wasn't my fault... - I say trying to fix the situation, but he doesn't seem to care.

- You broke it and now you have to pay! - He does angrily, pounding on the table.

- I'm still in college, I can't pay for this. - I'm in shock and afraid of my problem, it could end my life.

- I don't want your fucking money, I need something else. - He says with hope in his eyes, the change in mood startled me.

He approaches me and says:

- I need you to marry me.