It's weekend! I love weekends, but not when we have to do laundry. Luckily, today we're not doing laundry. I'm going with my brother to a hall to set up for their mini-concert. Don't get me wrong, it's mini because they're just trying to make their comeback after their hiatus was forced. Actually, I don't wanna remember... today was going to be a good day, great maybe. I had invited all my friends, and we are definitely going to have fun vibing to some music.
We agreed to meet up at the location, and I was surprised that almost all of them showed up – and Layla and Emory. Well, I feel like it's quite normal for Layla to show up because her brother was also a member of the band, but Emory... he keeps haunting me with his unwanted presence, and it's worst because of the way I feel whenever he looks at me or whenever I see him with Layla.
"Hey, Melanie, how are you?" she greeted. "Great," I said, without looking at her. "You know, my brother has always been looking forward to this comeback." "I replied, 'So has mine.'" "Yeah, I know, right?" she giggled. "I wanted to drop by your place to see if you've already left." "Well, it's a good thing you didn't," I replied. "I'm sorry about the last time... I was stupid," she stammered.
"Lay, you know what I love? When people don't give up on things easily, or fight till they get it. But when they hurt people to get it? It shows what kind of person they're. I don't know if you're sorry because things aren't going as you thought, or because you have him now, or because you're genuinely sorry. But I don't care. We can't be friends, never again. I'm not angry at you anymore, or maybe just a little, but I love it if you stay away from me."
I left to join my friends in the hall. The concert began, and the air was filled with music and cheer. So the "Burberry Boys" are back – like, my brother and his band are back. I have a good feeling about this. The crowd sang along and danced; we were doing the cabbage patch dance and singing along.
Layla, on the other hand, was trying to get Emory in the mood to dance, but he wasn't feeling it, and she kept pushing him, signaling him to dance along, and it was becoming so much. "Come on, don't you dance?" she asked again. "I didn't wanna come here, so that's what you get when you force people to do what you want," he fired back. Layla: "Oh, yeah? Then leave, instead of being dramatic and extremely shallow... oh, and boring." He looked at her, sighed, and said; "You know what? I can't do this anymore."
By this time, they were getting quite loud, and people had already started to transfer attention to them. Emory walked away through the crowd, and Layla didn't stay much longer after.
We talked about them all the way home. "How she must have felt... I can never force myself on a guy who clearly doesn't want or appreciate me," I added. Luca: "Well, but can you stay with me, Luca?!" I warned, "Stop it, let's not move away from the point." "Layla really chose to be unlucky, and it serves her right," Megan said. Ashley: "That mean dude, but, well, I guess she kind of deserves it."
Me and my brother got home super late, and the street was so lonely as we drove through it. I had some posters of my brother's band on my wall and on my door; it was proof that I'll always be here for Burberry Boys, no matter how many hiatuses or ups and downs they go through.