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@travelswithgunnar
Unfortunately, that doesnât always work. In the past weâve made several people uncomfortable continuing our awkward and vicious arguing in subtle undertones whilst they are also present. I think itâs sort of become a bit of a routine for us.
Geez, I'm sorry, man. I guess the only option is to hope now.
Thanks â not sure how it will work exactly, but Iâll be sure to take you up on that offer if I need you. The gala isnât until next weekend anyway, so hereâs hoping she has a week to sort out how sheâs going to be nice to me, and Iâll be trying to do the same.
If it's any help, when I'm dealing with people I can't stand, I make sure I'm not dealing with them alone. If I have to stand by this person all night, I'll make sure we always have people to talk to that will distract them from me. Sometimes I just mirror how those otherr people are treating them.Â
Sheâll probably be stamping on my feet when I donât greet someone with a big enough smile or something like that â Iâm preparing not to be able to walk the day after. Awkward weâre good at. Civil, not so much â weâll just have to see how that one goes.
I'll keep you in my thoughts, man. If you need back-up at any time, just give me a call. I mean, I'm in Pennsylvania right now for work, but, you know...I can be there in spirit!
Iâm sure itâs not really that interesting. It fell apart a long time ago, so I think weâve both moved on from it now. Well, at first I didnât have credit on the piece, but I suppose we both needed some closure first.
Well, when you started the story with saying that you were going to end up with injuries from stiletto heels, it certainly sounded interesting! Now, it just sounds like the two of you will be awkward but civil. Which is expected, really. I'm sure you'll power through it!
Iâve never watched it myself, I just hear the singing whenever my brother and his friends watch it on his laptop. Theyâve been marathoning various shows all summer on the odd few days they hang out at the apartment. They seem to like it though, so it sounds like a promising show I guess. Bet itâs not as good as mine though, but then again I may just be ever so slightly biased.
Ah, so it's a music show? Well, now, I have to check it out. Thanks a lot for making me add things to my already busy schedule. When Lady complains about her walk time being cut, I'm so blaming you.
Honestly, Summer, as if there's ever been a show better than yours.
travelswithgunnar replied to your post:
Iâd like to hear about a time when things arenât crazy! Do they even exist? Or, are they are thing of myth? We may never know. And, whatâs this Iâm reading about Italy? Congratulations! It sounds like a great opportunity.
Iâm pretty sure that they donât exist, now that you mention it. Or they donât as far as Iâm aware at least. Still, itâs always nice to get those moments where you can just relax for an hour or two.Â
Thank you! Iâll admit that itâs something completely different than what Iâm used to doing for college work but, itâll be an experience Iâm sure. Iâve already been searching for information on good places to shop out there, and so far I havenât been disappointed by what the place has to offer on that ground!
At least the crazy times keep life interesting! Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to have an average life, but those feelings are fleeting. I mean, I get to travel all over the place and listen to music for a living. Who'd ever want average?
Of course! What exactly are you doing? I don't have enough knowledge of fashion industry to even pretend like a have an idea. I haven't been to Italy in a while, so I can't offer much help on any plans for you. Luckily, it sounds like you're figuring things out quite wonderfully on your own.
Itâs more one particular lady who is going to be there, who goes by the generic name of âex-wifeâ. The invite came through her, because at the gala theyâre showcasing some art and one of the pieces is one which I started, and she finished it after we were finished and after I saw her earlier in the year she got me credited on it too, so because itâs technically our painting, sheâs dragging me along too.
Basically, I think itâs one of the only good things that came out of our marriage. In fact, probably the only good thing.
This story just keeps getting wilder and wilder. I'm sorry about your marriage. Sometimes things just don't work out, right? At least she did the polite thing and gave you credit on the piece as well. She could have just completely claimed it as hers.
travelswithgunnar replied to your post âIâve been invited to a charity gala. Tuxedo only event. Oh Joy.â
It canât be THAT bad. Iâve been to these types of things a couple timesâŚYou just dress up and then stand there and look pretty, right? At least thatâs what the bossman always tells me to do.
Itâs more the fact that I donât really feel as though thereâs going to be pleasant company, and Iâm going to have to shave and pretty myself up at the risk of going to the ER with several wounds caused by stilettos.
Are you that bad with the ladies? I'm beginning to fear for your safety.
Confessions of a King || Gunnar & Summer
Summer couldnât do anything but watch for Gunnarâs reaction. She wasnât exactly certain as to what she should expect, especially after being kept in the dark for as long as she had been. Nothing she could say would be of any use at that moment. There was no reason to get angry or upset with him, nor was there any reason to feel any sense of an apology towards her actions. So instead she just stood quietly, watching and waiting for when Gunnar would finally speak once again.
When he did however, Summer had to fight to keep the flare of irritation that she felt inside still. Had it of been a different situation â or even just around a friend that she knew somewhat better â Summer would have snapped a reply back instantly. She hated being lied to, absolutely hated it, and hearing that her thoughts from a few weeks ago had been more or less proven right, well. It was enough to make anyone in her position feel irritated. But it was the expression on Gunnarâs face that stopped her from doing that, the pain that showed that something was rooting deeper beneath everything else. And so instead, Summer couldnât help but let out a sigh as she looked down at the ground for a moment.
"Right," She answered simply, feeling the tension in the air thickening around them with each passing moment. Summer wondered how much Gunnar had lied to her about, and if he really was as trustworthy a person as she had begun to think he had been before. She felt detached slightly, as if the person she had slowly been building a friendship with â they hadnât really existed, even if in reality they were currently standing in front of her. The confusion of her own feelings pushed her to step forward and pluck up her courage, facing Gunnar once more, her expression hard. âWhich part was the lie then?â
It wasnât the only question she had. Summer couldnât ignore the thoughts that were passing through her mind in that moment. Why the lies in the first place? What had happened to cause such worry over the sight of the postcard returning to him? Was the constant hiding of the truth really worth it? Instead however, Summer kept those to herself, knowing that they were the type of questions that shouldnât or werenât appropriate to be ask, and that could inevitably turn into another argument between the both of them. And wasnât the purpose of the meeting to somehow work away from that?
There was, however, one question Summer had to ask. One she couldnât keep ignored.Â
"Is she okay?" Summer asked, nodding towards the postcard to show what it was she was referring to. Although Summer didnât know anything, she was sure of one thing. The message had seemed urgent, and if there was one aspect of truth in anything Gunnar had spoken to her about before, Summer expected that it would be about his sister. The worry she could sense from him about her somehow was something that couldnât be faked: it was genuine concern.
Gunnar stood ramrod straight, his trembling hands pressed together over the postcard he held close to his heart, as he waited for Summer to say something. Her confliction was evident, and he contemplated if maybe sheâd be the one to walk away this time. Maybe sheâd walk right out of his life and thatâd be it. He tried to be optimistic about the thought. For one thing, he wouldnât have to worry about coming clean about everything heâd lied about and he could go on just as heâd done before her.
âŚHe didnât want her to leave him here.
A number of deep breaths followed the realization as he gathered what he could of his composure in those moments before she turned back to him. She was upset (as if he expected her to be anything else), but she wasnât going away. Gunnar reminded himself of this fact again and again as he sorted out his words.
âTheâŚ.,â he gestured vaguely before rubbing at the back of his neck. âThe family stuff, mostly. Weâre notâŚâ His face screwed up as he searched for the perfect way to end his sentence.
Weâre not a family.
Thatâs what he felt he should say.
The whole idea that he even had a family seemed vague and long gone, like some detached limb that wasn't really his anymore. But, perhaps those were musing for a different day.
ââŚclose?â He settled on eventually. âI mean, Jenny and I are. We talkâŚwell, we write each other, and sometimes we talk through, like, Skype, butâŚI donât talk to anyone else in my family. My mom hates me, you see. So does AudreyâŚApparently, Phoebeâs a big fan, but I havenât talked to her since before I left. I just hear about her through Jenny. Dunno about my dadâŚbut he always takes my momâs side, so I wouldnât want to talk to him anyway. What Iâm trying to say is that I adlibbed a lot about my family to you. Not so much anything about Jenny but about everyone else.â
He sounded like a train wreck, a million different points of interest coming together to tumble out of his mouth all at once. While he talked, his hands zoomed off in every direction as he tried to get his point across, and his eyes, wide and hopeful, eagerly searched Summer's face as he stopped to catch his breath.
She asked about Jenny's well-being.
His face fell accordingly.
âI donât know.â His jaw clenched as the tightness in his chest formed and an ugly prickle in his nose brought the beginning of tears to his eyes. He turned away. "I hope so."
summerlarsen replied to your post: My apologies, darlings!
Nashville ⌠Well, not only am I curious as to whatâs kept you hibernating lately â but I also canât stop thinking of that television show with the same name now.
Sorry 'bout that! I meant to send you a postcard, but I was rushing around more than I expected. A music critic cannot simply walk into a musical hub and expect to find down time. I've gotta admit, I've never seen the show. Any good?
My apologies, darlings!
As you may have noticed, I have been rather silent lately. Not to point fingers or anything, but I am vaguely pointing in the direction of where my boss may or may not be. Depending on whether or not he's in his office. The thing is he sent me down to Nashville to check in with a little band that's been working on one hell of an album, but I can't say much else about it. The recording process for any band is very secretive! But, I promise that you're all gonna be very pleased when this music drops.
As of right now, I'm in New York, but by the end of the month, I'm off to Pennsylvania for the Made in America festival.
I teach college students â it has itâs ups and itâs downs. When I first started I had no idea how I was going to survive it, and whether any of my students were going to either. Towards the end of the school year though I found that it was a lot easier, and Iâd got to know a lot of them a bit better â though most of them are still arrogant sods, but I suppose you have to be to get into places like NYADA. Iâm sort of dreading and looking forward to the new educational year at the same time.
Oh, ouch. I've heard those can be pretty horrible too. Can't say from experience since I skipped the college scene, but I've see the movies. A bunch of pseudo adults that think they own the world. So, yeah, still kinda like middle school except with less spotlight effect and more full-on arrogance. Though, I would say that arrogance is better than nothing. Gotta fake it 'till you make it!
I see, and Iâm sure that your hair does look great.
LA is nice, though I sometimes feel as though itâs a bit too⌠I canât think of the word, but I guess glamorous might be close to it? Give me a cosy apartment any day â and some rain! My brother took me out for a meal last night for my birthday, and that was nice. He took the whole day off work in fact to spend it with me, which I donât think his agent was too happy about.
Thanks! Now, allow me to preen in the mirror for five hours in the wake of this compliment.
I feel that. I've been to LA a number of times, and you're constantly filled with this sense of needing to see everything yet, at the same time, you're too overwhelmed to do anything besides what you came there to do. It's a good thing you have your brother to look out for you! I'm happy to hear that he's actually taking some real time out, so that the two of you can hang.
Thanks for the offer, but I donât really think a last minute trip is a good idea at the moment. Iâm hoping I can improve my income and take a long trip next year â that way I have something to motivate me to get through another year of teaching.
That's the spirit! I haven't been on a real vacation in years, seeing as I basically vacation for a living with a little writing on the side for money. You don't sound so enthusiastic about the teaching though. Do you teach middle school, maybe? Those were the worst years for, like, everyone.
Thank you, youâre very wonderful too! I would compliment your hair, but I canât see you right now⌠and Iâm sort of worried as to how it seems that you can see mine seeing as Iâm now in LA?
Didn't you know I have super sight? Nah, but I was just speculating based on the previous times I've seen your hair. My hair is great today, by the way.
How are things going in LA? You're visiting your brother, was it?
Oh, Iâm not really working at the moment because itâs the summer. Itâs more the fact I have this stupid cat which makes a fuss if Iâm not there for even a few hours, and thereâs also the issue of money seeing as I donât exactly have piles of it. I just miss travelling around, but the problem is thereâs not much opportunity to do it now unless Iâm going to see the family.
Well, I can watch the cat, if need be. Maybe I could even teach him some manners while you were gone. I can't help with the money as much, but I'm sure there has to be a trip to somewhere that won't cost too much...
Iâm sure I wouldâve been pretty terrified too until I realised that he was complimenting someone â in fact, that probably wouldâve been more terrifying for a while seeing as no-one ever does compliment each other anymore really.
Hm, you think so? Well, Blaine, I think you're a wonderful guy! Your hair also looks great today. I'm so jealous. What kind of product do you use?
