(Gabby's POV)
"Gabby, come on, let's go." Pierre said. You see, since he 'delightfully' wants me to go early, he kinda has to drag me along on the first flight out. And naturally David's gonna be there. I don't talk to David because of what happened. "Don't worry about the David thing. " Pierre added.
I didn't realize my world would go into a whirlwind soon enough. I was listening to music, so I've learned to read lips- we had that way of communicating. We're close because when I was little, I had this wierd sudden loss of hearing for a week due to a buildup of fluid. So I learned quickly to read lips thanks to my brother. That's why I can understand more languages. We're close siblings, but we don't know who's the older twin or not. It isn't important. Although Pierre will probably claim he's older if you asked him.
And open the window to all of the world... I mumured along with the song playing on my ipod dock, trying to cram clothes into a suitcase. I put my dock in a front zipper pocket when the song was over and I'd disconnected it from it's wallplugin. It uses batteries. I have insomnia-unlike Pierre and Jay and Johnathon- so that's why I had trouble sleeping on airplanes.
So naturally, when I got to the security desk, and Pierre, hidden behind a hoodie and sunglassees, had to hurriedly explain we were siblings, the security lady hadn't seen me before around-I keep to myself. This was the first moment I knew it would be aright if everyone knew a little about me. "Oh! I didn't know you were his sister! I'm sorry," She said in french. We were leaving from Montreal, so most of the signage was in french.
You see, the real reason I didn't want anyone to know I was my brothre's twin: I can't understand french signs. I can speak french fluently (as I was born in Quebec, of coursE), but if it's on a sign it doesn't look right to me. I don't have dyslexia. That's why I wear contacts because I'm near-sighted-another problem. I wear glasses, so wee don't look like fraternal twins at the moment.
Pierre on the other hand was 'chatting' with one of the other security ladies. You see, I'm sort of make-sure-my-brother-doesn't-cheat-on-his-girlfrie nd patrol sometimes if he forgets he's got a wife coming soon so I went over. "Pierre! come on, " I said. "Lachelle's not gonna be happy if she sees you flirting. You know how mad you got last time." I was talking to my brother when I saw dark hair and a familiar face. I went quiet almost instanty. It was David. After what happened years ago, I didn't want to talk.
Where is the lyric from? "And open the window to all of the world"
It's not a popular artist worldwide but in Canada the male artist is popular. He's over 20 but under 30 years old.