Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.
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*A week and a half into South Africa*
Your tired eyes narrowed on the lamp resting on the wooden nightstand. You sat up midway from the comfort of your bed, stretching your arm with little effort towards the lamp. With a literal flip of a switch, darkness shaded your room tastefully only leaving the soft tones of blue illuminated that escaped through the curtains. You watched the curtains move ever so lightly from the warm breeze that graced your room
every now and then. You smiled to yourself as you reclined your spine into the softness of the mattress. Everything seemed to be perfect - he seemed to be perfect. Your eyes darted towards Micah, who was sleeping peacefully beside you. Delicately, you ran your fingertips across his jawline unknowingly still smiling to yourself. Reluctantly, you removed your fingers from his flesh and placed them on your cool pillow. You blinked repeatedly fighting the urge to close your heavy eyelids. For once, you didn’t long to dream. Everything you wanted was right in front of you.
“I don’t want this to end,” Micah breathed, with closed eyes.
Finally, he opened his eyes and greeted you with a faint smile.
“What? The trip? Isn’t your life like an everyday vacation? I’m sure you’ll be fine,” you joked, as you stared into his umber eyes.
“No, I mean you and me,” he answered, with softened eyes.
The corners of your mouth drew upward while you subconsciously chewed on your bottom lip. You raised your eyebrow cunningly before briefly turning away from him to grab your phone.
“So, I did a thing,” you responded utterly beaming.
“A thing? I’m intrigued,” he retorted, mimicking your expression.
“I always have songs that make me think about you. So I decided to make you a playlist,” you replied sweetly.
Micah’s eyes widened as he grinned foolishly.
“Come here,” he demanded.
You nodded before inching your body closer to his. Micah opened his arms inviting you to lay on his chest. You ran your hand across his torso before resting your cheek against his skin. The sound of his heartbeat was undeniably calming. You were too scared to admit it, but you didn’t want this to end either. Quietly, you placed one headphone in his ear and then placed the other in yours.
“Tell me what you think,” you whispered.
I’m just like a baby, drooling over you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh….”
You closed your eyes letting the soothing tunes of your playlist ascend you to another level of relaxation. You felt Micah’s fingers gently strum your back as he basked in the heartfelt tranquil melodies.
“What do you think?” you quizzed, unknowingly breaking him from the melodic trance you induced.
“I think I love you,” he thought to himself.
His lips were itching to tell you. But he was unsure if tonight was the right night. So, instead, he answered with a more appropriate truth.
“I think I will be bragging to all my niggas tomorrow. If your shorty don’t make you playlists you doing everything wrong,” he answered laughing loudly.
“Seriously, it’s beautiful,” he continued before planting a kiss on your forehead.
Slightly changing positions, you looked into Micah’s eyes giggling childishly. Slowly, the smile faded from your lips as you continued to study his appearance.
“What is it?” you quizzed.
“I’m sure it’s something,” you added, prying further.
“It’s nothing Charisma, I promise. Let’s get some sleep. I wanna be well-rested for when I do all my bragging tomorrow,” he answered while attacking your face with loving kisses.
Micah placed one final kiss on your lips that sent a chill trotting down your spine. You nodded in agreeance quietly allowing sleep to finally welcome you.
I’m just like a baby, drooling over you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh….”
Micah placed his ink pen in the middle of his journal neatly before closing it. He reclined his spine into the cushioned chair exhaling dramatically. His bottom lip was comfortably wedged between his teeth as he unknowingly let his mind wander aimlessly. He quickly snapped back to reality when Leon entered his hotel room like an untamed explosion. Micah watched him throw his belongings all over the room carelessly.
“Wow, you’re organized,” Micah stated with a raised brow.
“Ha. Ha,” Leon responded with an unamused expression on his face.
“Nah, Nah. I dig it. You’re giving the room a musician vibe. I’m into it. I’ll be a rockstar for a day,” Micah added chuckling to himself.
“Man, just show me the new song you’re working on,” Leon proposed before falling into a spell of laughter.
Soon after, Micah opened his laptop and played the unfinished track. He nodded his head to the beat enjoying its melody and rhythmic flow. Leon squinted his eyes as he listened intently. Ever so often, he would nod along to the heavy bassline.
“Your opinion?” Micah quizzed, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair while interlocking his fingers.
“I like it. It’s definitely a hit,” he replied.
“But?” Micah questioned sensing there was more to be said.
“It’s a love song that’s all,” he added.
“I’m not following,” Micah stated.
“You’re in love,” Leon responded earnestly.
Before Micah could respond, his cell phone began to vibrate incessantly. He realized that it was an incoming call from his manager Chris. Micah answered the call while simultaneously closing his laptop. He pushed the office chair under the desk and swiftly walked towards the door.
“C’mon we have to get to the studio,” Micah stated while removing the phone from his ear.
Leon quickly grabbed his belongings and followed behind him.
“Yeah, Yeah. I’m still here,” Micah responded as he pressed the phone against his ear. Again, he felt his mind wandering elsewhere. Quickly, Chris’s chatter began to fade into white noise. As he traveled down the hallway of the hotel, he wondered if his feelings for you were that obvious. And if they were, he wondered if you could see them as clearly too.
“Got this money and a big ol’ place, I’ve been sitting pretty
Hit the town searching for ladies
Then I came across this sweet thing
Wait, wait, wait, leave her alone
Don’t fall, you might not get up
That girl has an early hold on you
Your wandering eyes traveled Micah’s distinct features as you watched him parade tastefully back and forth on stage. He was standing tall in his custom-suited threads charming the audience with his many tricks. The crowd rocked together harmonically belting out his lyrics as if they were trying to serenade him as he traveled the familiar territory of each instrument on stage. The way he made each instrument bend to his will was almost sorcery-like. Unknowingly to you, your eyes widened in awe as you witnessed his talent ooze through his pores effortlessly. The energy was infectious. People chanted his name, waved handmade posters of admiration, and danced wildly with other strangers. You’ve never been to a concert so lively - so, blissful. You could feel the very bass pulsating underneath your feet.
“He is magical,” you thought to yourself silently.
Matter of fact, the last couple of days hanging out with Micah has been nothing shy of mystical. Each day held its own adventure while each night held its own fondness. You’ve learned so much about him in the short time that you’ve spent together - like where he grew up, how many siblings he has, and where he went to college. But the things you enjoyed most, were the smaller things, the subtle things that could easily become overlooked - like how his nostrils flare when he is in deep thought or how he rotates his pointer finger repeatedly when he struggles to remember something.
You loved the way that he viewed the world and you loved the way that he viewed you. You learned that Micah was a fearless being continually searching for new adventures to sprinkle his life with. It was utterly inspiring how he spoke of his passions. It was as if he ignited you - awakened you to move past yearning for your dreams. You decided to take the necessary steps to fulfill your own needs and to lean into chaotic bravery.
Your eyes squinted as you narrowed your camera lens to focus on Micah. It was only right to capture him his element - in his happiest state. You snapped the shot effortlessly. With great satisfaction, you lowered the camera from your face and scrolled through the camera roll. You squealed to yourself when you realized that you captured the perfect frame of him. Interrupting you from your private celebration, you felt your phone buzzing in your purse.
After retrieving the phone from your purse, you unlocked your phone and began reading.
“I need to talk to you. Answer your phone. It’s about the apartment.”
Your eyes flickered towards the stage glowing with anxiety. What could Desmonde possibly want? Was your fairtytale coming to an end?
“Can’t nobody replicate this feeling
Got me feeling high, never low
I just want to say I really really really love you baby
Can’t nobody replicate this feeling
Got me feeling high, never low
I just want to say I really really really love you baby”
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