4

The next day we went to look for a small studio where we could work together. It took us the entire day to finally find one that we like. It was occupied by some college students before. It was clean and with enough space for at least five people. I wish that one day I would have some partners to work with here. Kyle signed a rent contract, he didn't have a lot of money left after the incident, but he had enough to pay the rent for a few months. I should maybe look for a part-time job in order to help him.

When I was waiting for him to finish the paperwork, my phone rang.

"Hey, Damian. What's up?"

"Juliette, you won't believe me!"

"Why? What happened? Wait! Don't tell me..."

"Yes, I talked to him! Oh my god, I'm still nervous! I just went to the café earlier, there were just a few customers and he was in a good mood, so we kind of talked and laughed a little. Damn Juliette, he's so cute!"

I started laughing because he was too funny, he never talked that much before.

"I told him to meet tomorrow."

"Oh! That's so good then. You will have the chance to know more about each other and—" He cut me off. "I couldn't ask him to meet alone, so I told him that the three of us will go out together..." I knew it.

🎶

"Where are you going?" I was about to open the door when my mum suddenly stopped me.

"To Damian's."

"Juliette, it's Sunday. You should be studying, finals are approaching, stop wasting your time hanging out with that dumb boy."

Calm down, calm down.

"Mum, as you said it's Sunday, so I should be resting to start a new week. And that dumb boy's name is Damian." I slammed the door and ran to catch the bus.

My best friend was styling his hair when I arrived. He was wearing an expensive blue shirt. I loved how he always does his best to look classy and handsome. I'm so proud to be his friend.

As for me, I was just wearing black jeans, a dark blue shirt and a leather jacket.

"So, are you ready?" I asked him while helping him put on his jacket.

Damien smiled. "Well, I'm a little bit nervous, but I'm ready,"

"Make him melt for you," I smirked after winking to my friend.

Lucas

“PTA?”

I asked confusingly.

"Post Traumatic Amnesia. Your brain was also badly injured during that accident, thing that made you in a state of confusion and unable to remember events that occur before injury." The doctor explained.

I didn't know what to say, I was very confused. I didn't know who I was or who was my family. Do I even have one?

"U, doctor?" I said with a quiet voice.

"Yes?" He smiled.

"During these 5 months, did anyone come to visit me?" I asked, hoping that he will say yes.

The doctor nervously rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, “No one… I’m afraid,” he gulped. These words hurt me. I was hoping that I would have a family that could help me retrieve my memory, but no one ever came?

"The only thing we found was your ID card." He continued. "Your name is Lucas Verratti. You’ll turn 24 next month, and you’re from the capital. That's all we know about you, young man."

"You didn’t find any phone or something?" I asked.

"No, sorry," He answered, sadly. "The police are still looking for the culprit. They were smart enough to eliminate anything that can lead to them."

Who tried to kill me?

"You don't have to worry for now. You should rest and continue taking your medications and you will have daily rehabilitation sessions." The doctor said before he moved to check on the rest of the patients who looked in better shape than I was.

I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. The doctor told me that I’d have to move in a wheelchair before regaining control of my body. I called the nurse to help me as I needed to take some air.

🎶

Juliette

It was weird to see Peter in casual clothes. He was wearing ripped jeans and a grey sweater, nothing to have with his work uniform. He looks cooler like this.

"So, how are you doing?" I started the conversation to avoid awkwardness.

"I'm good, I'm just tired because of work you know."

"Is it just a part-time job or...?" I asked him because we never had the chance to know if he's a student or something.

"I don't know how to call it, but yes, it's kind of just a part-time job. After my high school graduation last year, I decided not to go to college because I didn't feel like studying

anymore." I can relate.

I knocked Damian's foot under the table to say something. He didn’t speak since we crossed the door.

"Um so a part of this work, what do you do in your free time?" Damian couldn't lift his head. He was too shy.

"I have another job. I'm a hip-hop dancer, and I teach in a small academy." Peter answered with a smile.

Hip-hop dancer? Interesting.

"A dancer? A professional one?" I was suddenly curious about him.

"Yes, I participated in several competitions of rap and dance before, so we can say that I'm almost professional."

Rap?

"You rap too?" Damian looked so impressed- I bet he fell deeper for him now.

"Yes, I'm an underground rapper. Rap and dance help me escape from this tiring routine."

This guy was so interesting. He was exactly what Kyle and I needed, but I didn’t know how to start the subject with him or if he'll accept to join us.

"You should come to see me practising someday," Peter said after finishing his drink.

"Yes I'd really like, I mean we'd really like to." I tried not to laugh at my friend because he was nervous.

After the awkward meeting, we took the bus. "Damian, I wish you could see your face earlier." I was laughing so hard that people turned to look at me in a strange way.

"He's just too good," Damian sighed. "And he's a dancer and rapper. Isn't he perfect?"

I smiled, "Speaking of this, I'm thinking of introducing him to Kyle. What do you think?"

"That’s a clever idea, Juliette. It would be good if you could work together."

I sighed, "I should talk to Kyle first."

🎶

"You're late." My mum was waiting for me in front of the house.

"I missed the first bus, that's why." I behaved very coldly with her these last few days, I don't know the reason why but it's stronger than me.

She sighed, "I don't want to waste my time for you. Just go to bed, you have school tomorrow."

You already wasted your time waiting for me.

I took a shower and put on my pyjamas before I lied on the bed. I took my phone to send a text to Kyle.

To: Kyle

"Producer, I have something to tell you."

He replied after five minutes. "Is there anything wrong? Do you need anything? And please, call me Kyle."

Isn't it good to have someone to worry about you?

"No, no everything's alright. I just had an idea."

"Oh, then let's meet tomorrow at the studio after your classes."