"hey, big fat idiot, should i make an mv? i don't have any ideas, and don't have friends to film it with." me talking with my cat that i held with my hands.
"meooow." she want me to put her down.
"figures."
i do actually have friends, but i just don't want to bother them with my stupid things. having a loser like me as a friend is already a bother, don't want to make them feel too bothered.
beep beep
hmm? olivia called me, "what's up?"
"you home?" she asked.
"yeah, why?"
"there's something i want to talk, i'll be there in a minute."
"just do it on the phone.."
"nuh-uh, it's too important to be just a phone-talk."
"well, whatever."
then she shuts her phone.
is it really that important? well, i guess now i have someone to brainstorm ideas for a music video with, if she doesn't mind.
olivia and me have been friends since we're in elementary school, i think? it's been so long. we went to the same elementary and middle school, but then i went into one of the more prestigious high school and her head can't keep up so she fails the test, thus went into other high school. and now we also went into a different uni, though she's still in uni while i am not.
she is very reserved with people she doesn't know or doesn't like, but when she's with someone she vibes with, she can be quite crazy.
shit, now i miss those days with her doing stupid things with no sense of responsibility, even though i am still not a responsible person myself in my 20s. but, i do feel bad for my mom that still supports a jobless piece of crap that still aspires to be a famous musician.
i am actually that bad, huh?
"hey, ruru! you home?" someone yelling from outside.
i think it's olivia, she's pretty quick.
i opened the door for her. "so, what?"
"you could at least bring me inside first."
"you'll go inside even if i don't say it anyway."
"that's true." said her, while snooping inside and sitting on my couch. "so, i've heard you want to make a music video."
"i don't really know if i should make one. seems very unnecessary, since people probably just play the song and then alt tab anyway."
"what are you talking about, of course it is necessary. if not, why would anyone make music video?"
"because they can? dunno."
"are you saying we can't make one?"
"i can't even edit a video to save my life."
"who says it has to be you?"
"sure, whatever. it's free right?"
"buy me a cup noodle sometime."
if i keep giving excuses, she will not stop. i'll live in constant push from her to make one, for i don't know why. she doesn't even get anything from this, if anything she probably just wasting her time on someone like me.
"what we gonna do? i don't have any ideas for a mv." i said.
"let's go to the beach."
"sure."
i just follow her and do whatever she wants, she's the one making all of this, and i'm just the actress.
i hope the beach is empty, i'd be pretty embarrassed if i saw anyone from my uni there, especially after what i said before i quit, which i said that i will become famous with my "non artistic" music.
"bring your bike."
"but why?" i asked.
"just bring it."
"but the beach is an hour away."
"i'll ride it, you sit on the back."
"i'm sure that's illegal."
"what are they gonna do, arrest us? besides, you already broke the law by playing on the park earlier."
"i guess."
then under the sun of this blistering hot summer, i sit on the back of a bike for an hour. my butts hurts from sitting on this uncomfortable steel thing, my head is boiling from the intense sun, at this point i just hope that i'm not getting sunburned because i forgot to apply any sunscreen.
we arrived at the beach, thank god the beach is emptier than my cat's brain when she's not thinking about food.
"now, mrs director, what should i do?"
"let's actually go to the beach first, near the waters."
"you mean shore?"
"yeah whatever."
we walk to the shore with my bike, the sunset looked more beautiful than i ever seen somehow, though i didn't go here since i was in high school. the soft, warm, summer air blowing right past us, and the little waves washing our feet are all i can hear.
olivia is setting up the camera, which is just her phone on a tiny tripod "ride around here, get as close to the water as you can."
i guess i'll just do it, hopefully not going home with scrapes.
i ride my bike with wind pushing me to the sea, and the sea pushing me to the land, it's a weird experience but it also otherworldly. the warmth of the sun and the wind on my head and the cold water on my feet sent me.
and now she wants me to directly ride to the sea, the wind from my back pushing me way faster than i should have, and the wave knocked me.
then we do the cliche things like facing the sunset with winds blowing my hair, running around the beach, that kind of stuff. but honestly though, it was more fun than i expected.
"aight! we're pretty much done." olivia said. "is there anything you want to add?"
"nah, but i think we should play for a little bit, been a while since last time i was here."
without much thoughts, i went into the water. it's very refreshing to get hit by waves when i do it intentionally. olivia soon also went to the water.
we're splashing each other just like back when we were in middle school, i can see slivers of our old uniform on her, with her childish middle school smile. we played around until the sun sets.
we're laying on the sand, tired.
i said to olivia, "it was fun, isn't it."
"i miss this, a lot."
"me too, feels like it sparked my youth again."
"you're like 20, cmon."
"by the way, you still play drums, right?"
"very rarely, barely have any free time since went to college."
"you know, i sucked at programming drums, maybe having an actual drummer would improve the songs by a lot.:
"so you're asking me to be your drummer?"
"you don't want to?"
"well i hoped that i'll be our drummer, not just your drummer."
"what does that even mean?"
"why don't we make a band?"
"sure! what do we call it?"
"can we talk about that later, i'm hungry."
"we're having dinner at my home."