Dangerous Addiction: Rewrite
1.
I stared at the blank piece of paper before me and sighed. On one of my best days I had written 4 songs in just 8 hours time. This was clearly not that day.
'What's the matter Tommy?' Fletch, my boss, asked standing in the doorway of my office.
'Just feeling a bit uninspired today. That's all.'
'It's not just today, is it?'
I cringed. He's right. I haven't been able to write a decent song for months. My heart started racing. What if he's going to fire me?
'Go home.'
There it goes. My heart just skipped a beat. 'What?' I asked breathless.
'Go home. Relax, have a good night sleep and come back tomorrow with a fresh mind.' Fletch said and put his hand on my shoulder.
I felt my muscles relax again and I smiled warmly. 'Thanks Fletch.'
While Fletch left, I grabbed my things and left the blank piece of paper for what is was. But when I stood outside of my work, I didn't feel like going home. Because there was nothing for me there. Just an empty apartment. So I decided to wander around a little hoping that somewhere I could get inspired to write a song.
It was already starting to dawn when I gave up. My life is just so boring, no wonder I'm not inspired! By the time I arrived at the last crossroads to my apartment, it was already pitch black dark outside. I waited at the traffic light when I suddenly heard slipping tires. I turned around and saw two headlights rapidly coming towards me. There was nowhere for me to go. This was it, the end. I closed my eyes and hoped that it would be painless.
Then I felt how arms were put around me and the ground below my feet disappeared. So this is what happens when you die? Someone carries you to heaven?
When I was put back on solid ground. The arms let go of me and a voice said softly 'You can open your eyes now.'
I slowly opened did what he said and was suprised to see that we were still in Londen, on some rooftop.
'H… How…' I started but then my eyes fell upon him. A young man, about my age. Dressed in black pants and a shirt, topped with a leather jacket with three yellow stripes on either side of his shoulders. He had short brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. Beautiful on its own but then… then he smiled. And I melted away. I was nothing more then a puddle on the ground.
'Are you alright?' He asked, still smiling.
I just nodded slightly. 'Who...?'
'Oh sorry.' He said cutting me off. 'I'm Danny. Danny Jones.'
I was unable to do anything else besides stare at him. Even his name is perfect.
He chuckled. 'Aren't you going to tell me your name as well?'
'Right.' I laughed nervous. 'I'm Tom Fletcher.'
Because he had forced me to answer I was broken out of my trance and I realised again what just happened.
'Umm.. not to be rude but h… how did I get here?' I asked holding my finger in the air.
'I flew you up here' He answered casually.
'Fl… flew?'
I knew it was too good to be true! I'm dreaming, this is a dream. Of course it is! I should have realised it straight away. He was too perfect to begin with!
He noticed my change in attitude. 'Are you disappointed that I saved you?'
'No.' I answered. 'I'm disappointed that this isn't real.'
He narrowed his eyes. 'What do you mean?'
'I mean that I'm obviously dreaming. Or I'm dead, that's possible too. Either way I'm screwed!'
He just looked at me with a confused look in his eyes.
'You're not real, are you?' I asked panicking. Nothing like this would ever happen in my boring stupid life. And I was just a fool believing this could actually be real.
'Of course I am.'
'Alright than… catch me!'
I jumped off the edge of the roof. The wind cut in my eyes but I refused to close them. I wanted to see this time. But all I saw was the ground coming closer and closer. So close in fact that I started to contemplate my decision.
If I wasn't dead already, I sure am now.
