CEO and angel

Nicolas looks more like a fucking poker player, but I know my friend to know that this hurts him. Damn it! These two are a pain in my ass. I've tried everything over the years to understand each other, but Mel lives in a glass jar. I can see in her eyes that she likes Nic, I just don't understand why she denies it so vehemently. My friend tried, and how he tried, but the little redhead's heart is completely closed to swinging, so, after so much advice, he decided to move on. Viviane is a good girl and idolizes our bassist. After he gave dating a chance, Mel lost her mind once and for all.

Each show does one crazy thing worse than the next. And I know you're one step away from losing yourself for good, and that drives me crazy. We're a fucking family. - I want everyone to shout Yago's name. - I blink as soon as I hear her say my name. - So he can smash those drumsticks on the cymbals of his drum, giving power to the next song. Let's go? - YAGO! YAGO! YAGO! - Wow, and the audience follows suit. I leave the blonde from production, Mel and all her shit to think about later. I lift the drumsticks, count to three by hitting them together and start the next song in our repertoire, which is fucking amazing. We started our band when we were still kids. Nic, Ramon and I knew we wanted to make a living from music, but it was a distant dream. Until Nic's father, Adam Moretto, showed up in our city, brought Mel into the band and made our dream come true. Today, seven years after signing the first contract, we begin the tour in honor of FOUR HEARTS. The members agreed to release the rights to all the songs they have already made for a new and special album. And it was fucking awesome. We were lucky on the way here, but every second of success was a merit of our work. And I hope this is just the beginning of a brilliant career. - You guys are badass - Mel shouts. - To the next. - I hit my drumsticks harder, finishing the last song of the show. The screams are deafening and, at the same time, they are like music to my ears. We move to the front of the stage, join hands and bow in reverence to the audience. The lights go out, and we leave the stage to a standing ovation. The best fucking feeling in the world. - You guys killed it. - The general, or Úrsula, greets us as soon as we arrive in the wings. - It was a memorable night. - Is there a party today? - Ramon questions, and I hold back a laugh at the withering look he receives. - No. We have to travel. You will be able to rest in the dressing rooms that I have separated for the four of you here. Take a shower, eat and get some sleep. Early in the morning, we hit the road. Did you understand? - He puts his hands on his hips and looks at us with a frown. - I didn't hear a response. - Yes, ma'am - we mumbled reluctantly. Not even with Uncle Patrick, who was a bad guy when he wanted to be, I didn't feel as cornered as I do with her. The bastard picked the perfect replacement to keep us straight. Son of a bitch. - Where is Melissa? She was here just now - he questions looking around. Well, she's capable of keeping almost everyone in line. - I'm going to leave you and the drama of the moment so I can rest. - I raise my hand in a sign of salute and turn to leave, but Ramon soon catches up to me. - I know your rest well - he teases. - They're waiting in my dressing room. Let's go so you can choose whether you want the blonde or the brunette. - How did you manage to arrange this with Úrsula on our tail? - I whisper, risking a glance over my shoulder to make sure we don't get caught. - I have my contacts, partner. - He hugs my shoulders and we continue laughing towards the slaughterhouse. Nothing better than a good fuck after an intense show. - Mr. Yago? - The knocking starts at the door. I ignore. They know what I'm doing here, why are they interrupting me? - Are you going to... - The girl on all fours on the bed starts to ask, but I increase the pace to keep her quiet. - Quiet, baby - I lean over her body and whisper in her ear. - They will leave soon. - Mr. Yago? We have a... order for you. - Keep it there, damn it. Then I'll take it - I shout, starting to get angry. I hold the brunette's hair in my fist and push harder. - We can not. - The security guard speaks, once again, and I feel the excitement fade. Holy shit! I will kill this man with my hands. Bag. - Wait here, sweetie. I'll be right back so we can finish. - I pull my pants off the floor, quickly slide them down my legs and run my hand through my hair. - What the fuck? - I open the door in a burst, and the almost two meter tall man has his eyes wide and his skin pale. - They left a package for you. - You already said that. What can't wait? - Yeah... - He takes a step to the side and a wicker basket is in the arms of another man on the team. - A child, sir. Miss Dora stopped by, left the child, a bag and a letter. - He hands me the last two items, but I remain petrified, looking at the blonde baby sleeping peacefully, even in a noisy place like this. He looks too big for that basket. His little legs are hanging out, but he doesn't seem to be bothered. - Why didn't you fucking stop her? Did you have to call me when she was here? - he shouted, rubbing his hair angrily. Dora has already done some festival work with the band and she's not stupid. She must have used the fact that she was known to avoid being shooed away by the security guards. - In fact, we only know it was her because of the cameras. She didn't talk to anyone. She left everything and left. We saw that it was a baby only when she started to move and we went there. - Is everything okay here, kitten? - The girl appears behind me, but I can't pay attention to anything other than the damn paper in my hand. I unfold it and the words written there knock me off my feet. "I can't be with him anymore. Sorry for not saying this in person. I'm going out of the country, the offer is irrefutable. Enjoy the experience, Dad." - Cum! - I scream so loud that my vocal chords hurt, and the baby wakes up scared crying. It was just what I was missing. I'm fucked, with a child to look after and a huge desire to kill Dora with my own hands. Holy crap. I have a son. And now? | JULIA - Thank you very much, teacher. I'll deliver the completed work next week. - I'll be waiting, Julia. Keep committed like this, you'll go far, girl. - I smile, and I do the same. - Until later. - Say goodbye, then end the call. I lower the

head so that sleep doesn't overcome me. I need to finish this work. My coordinator made all the necessary notes. Now, I need to make the conclusion as perfect as possible. It's the end of my second year of the Nutrition course. It doesn't matter if it's EAD, as my cousins ​​love to tease, I will graduate with honors. Aim for the moon to, at least, reach the stars, my treasure. I've heard this my whole life, and my father is right. Never be satisfied with the average. Doing my best is an obligation. Regardless of what task it is.

I shake off the longing I feel for him and go back to the computer. I crack my fingers and neck like I'm about to start a fight. Which doesn't stop making sense. I take the notes and send them a bullet. My future depends on it. I have no idea how much time I spend typing, but my vision starts to blur. The fact that I spent the night working and only slept three hours sitting on a bus is not helping my concentration. - I need a break. - I determine, moving my neck in circles. Only two years left, Julia. Only two years. After graduation, I will work for myself and be able to sleep a whole night without running around, changing water bottles and hearing swear words all the time. Because, no matter what job I get, there's always someone yelling at me. It's hell. They should warn children that growing up is pure illusion. If I could, I would go back to playing with dolls and be eight years old for the rest of my life. I tear off my clothes towards the bathroom and thank the heavens that we stopped at a small, non-luxurious hotel. Whenever we need to stay in expensive places, I share the room with someone else. And they're not always women, which is terrifying. I take advantage of the privacy and get naked before I even walk through the door. I take a hot shower, letting out a sigh of happiness. I close my eyes under the spray of water, and the blonde boy's green eyes come to mind. I even try to think of something else, but the image is ingrained in my memory. I don't know their personalities very well yet, considering that I've been on the road with them for fifteen days. The only thing I know is that I'm a fan of the vocalist. The girl is not afraid of anything or anyone. She does what she wants, when she wants and doesn't care about other people's opinions. Not even for the tabloids that love to tell gossip about her life does she give credit. Oh, what a dream. I have always lived in the shadows, afraid of scandals. I followed the rules and I still didn't get away with it. She is more than right. I let out a sarcastic laugh and grab the soap. Kitten? I roll my eyes remembering the way he called me. I have no idea how he manages to drag so many women into his lair, but calling me a kitten would be the last option to want something with me. This is in a hypothetical situation, of course. I'm there to work, not to have fun with some chicken rocker. I rinse off, dry my body anyway, wrap the towel around myself and throw myself onto the hotel bed. I need to sleep at least a little. In a few days I will be in my bed. This is the courage I need to stay strong and hold on until then. - Not long, then? - says Angelo. He is my childhood friend and also works in the band's production. I owe this job to his good heart, which didn't leave me unemployed for even twenty-four hours. I'm a calm person, but my last boss called me an idiot when I dropped some papers. It was the last straw for me. Luckily, Ângelo called me the next day and made this vacancy quick. It was a blessing, after all, I have college and rent to pay. - Yes. I thought I could finish it this afternoon, but I fell asleep. - You need to sleep, Ju. You're feeling hard on yourself. - I know. I know. - I wave my hand dismissively and continue straightening out the tangled wires on the sound system. The most idiotic service is always left to me. - As soon as I hand in the work, I'll have time to catch up on my sleep. Next semester, I will organize myself better so as not to let the subjects pile up. - When you accepted the job, you had no idea it was that hard, did you? I swear I tried to warn you... - You were an angel, Ângelo. - I look at him, confirming my statement. - I'm not afraid of hard work. I can handle it, you can rest assured. He shakes his head, opens his mouth to say something, but our boss screams into the receiver so loud it almost leaves us deaf. - Juliana? Where is this girl? Juliana? - I think it's up to you. - My friend shrugs, and I close my eyes for three seconds before reaching for my radio. - No, Mr. Clovis. - Where have you been, Juliana? - I'm organizing the wires you asked me to do, thirty minutes ago. - Forget it. We have an emergency. - You can say it - I say calmly. For him, everything is an emergency. Even unwinding wires, or changing water bottles. - The show is about to start and one member is missing. Find it. - I? - Is there another Juliana who works here? I want to say that there is no Juliana working there, since my name is Júlia, but I decide to remain silent. I've been tired of correcting it since I started. There are moments that I think are on purpose. -Which one should I look for, sir? Great, in addition to being a waitress, I also became a nanny. - The blonde. I don't remember his name. You have two minutes, if not, you're fired. The word clicks in my mind. I can't be fired. Not again. I widen my eyes at Ângelo and turn off the radio. - Where can I find a reckless rocker? - I will help you. - No... - Nobody needs to know, okay? - he says, but I'm not so sure about that. If that disgusting Clóvis dreams that he's doing this for me, there will be two dismissals. - He must be with some girl. I look in the dressing rooms, you look outside. I'm not sure, but I think he smokes. Sometimes he went out and lost track of the time. - What a pain, see. Just because they are famous do they think everyone has to live according to them? - Don't talk like that in front of them, for God's sake - he asks, holding back a laugh. - Let's go. I hold the phone on my head with one hand and the radio with the other. I run towards the back doors, while my friend goes the other way. I lower the locking bar and push hard. I look both ways, nothing. - Damn it! Where has this spoiled little thing been? - I breathe out. He wouldn't risk going beyond this fenced-in patch. He could always have a crazy fan to scream and report his location. I had never heard the guys' music before and I was scared in the first few days to realize that they are quite famous. I go back inside and walk to the empty dressin

famous. I go back inside and walk to the empty dressing rooms. The place they are playing tonight is a huge country club and a wing was reserved for the four of them, however, while I was helping to set up the instruments, I went the wrong way at one point and got lost until I heard my boss yelling. Since Ângelo is covering the dressing rooms for me, I'm going to try this other place. I quickly cross the hallway and reach the empty side of the club. - Hey? - I scream into the darkness. - Is there someone here? - No answer.

- Hey? What are they called? I shake my head, unable to remember, and turn away, trying to think of where he could have gotten himself. However, before taking the next step, a cry paralyzes me. I strain my hearing to pay attention and, even though it's muffled, I'm sure it's a baby. Which doesn't make any sense. Who would bring their young child to a late-night rock concert? I walk slowly so my boots don't scare the child and I see a faint light leaking from under a door. The baby cries again, now louder. - Hello? - I tap twice and, when no one responds, I open it. If a child was left here alone, I will make a shack until I find the human being unnatural and the son of a mother. - Go away. - A scream scares me and does the same to the child. - You're the blonde in the band - I say, trying to understand what he's doing in here, shirtless and with a baby lying on a quilt on the floor, without a diaper. - Everyone is looking for you. - Wow, what a discovery. -Rolls your eyes. - Wait. -Close your eyes. - You're the blonde in the water. - What a beautiful nickname - I grumble and take the phone off my head to bend down close to the baby. - Who is he? - I... - Juliana? - Clóvis shouts, as the phone is far away, he must have already shouted several times. I go back to the head and press the radio button. - It's Júlia - I hiss. - Julia, Juliana. All the same. Did you find the boy? - I look up at the guy, not knowing what to say. His hand reaches out in a request. I hand him the radio, unplugging the phone, so the musician can hear it too. -She found me. I'll be on stage in two minutes. - Oh! Yes. I'm glad she found you. - The tone of voice changes completely, and I get angry about it. - I need a favor from your employee. Could you lend it to me for tonight? - I widen my eyes, not understanding what he wants with this. - Of course sir. Whatever you need. - He ends the communication, and my eyes widen, while a wanton smile appears on the blonde's mouth. - What do you think you are doing? - You heard your boss. Take off your blouse - he determines. - What? Are you crazy? He's not my pimp to lend me like that. And don't even think about saying that again. I'll rip your balls off in the blink of an eye. His deep laugh fills the room, and I'm even more outraged that he finds it funny. - I'd love to do what you're thinking, but I have love in my balls. I need your t-shirt because that little brat over there ruined mine with his pee. - Why are you hiding here? - I do not have time now. When I get back, I'll explain everything. Your t-shirt, please, miss. I promise not to look at your breasts. At least, not much. - You fool. - I pull it over my head, happy that I chose a skin-colored tank top to wear underneath today. - Is this the favor you need? - Don't you understand yet? - He puts the shirt over his arms, then puts his head in and it's not as small as I imagined. Lucky for him I'm not wearing a babylook like yesterday. - You will be my nanny. Not mine, not his. - He points, and I look at the baby who even stopped crying to enjoy the discussion. - But... - I look back at the door, but the idiot has already disappeared. - Motherfucker. -Dadada. - I end up giving in to the toothless smile that the big boy directs at me. - Shall we put on a diaper? Apparently, your mother doesn't have any sense for leaving you with a crazy person like that. - I tear down all the equipment and get down on my knees in front of him. - What's your story, huh, handsome? - I ask the question rhetorically, since it is obvious that I will not receive an answer. Now it remains to be seen which handsome guy I'm talking about. CHAPTER 3 | YAGO - He has arrived. - Nic points, and all heads turn in my direction. - Is this all longing? - I joke to try to avoid the scolding. - Where were you, Yago? - Úrsula shoots me, but I don't need to respond, because her eyes focus on the t-shirt I'm wearing. It's not absurdly small, but it's a lot shorter than the ones I usually wear. It was lucky the girl wasn't wearing something skimpy. - What a lack of responsibility. I expected this from Ramon and Mel, but from you? I am disappointed. - Hey! Why do you have to put me on the spot? - My friend speaks out. - My father always said, be careful with those who eat quietly. Nic and Yago are the most dangerous - he says, making fun. - I agree. It's absurd to be judged like that. - Úrsula rolls her eyes at Melissa's ironic tone. - Those who don't know you two might believe it. That's not my case. To the stage now. Later we will have a very serious conversation. All of us - she adds when I open my mouth. The witch knew I would deny it. She claps her hands, dispersing us. A production guy pulls my arm before I can follow the others. - Where is Julia? - I look at her hand, then look at her face with her eyebrows together. Who does he think he is to hold me back? - Are you her boyfriend, by any chance? - No... we work together. I was helping look for you and... - She's doing a little service for me. You'll be out all night. - Yago! - The businesswoman shouts, and that's enough for him to take a step back. It seems that it's not just the band that is afraid of this woman. - She is fine. Don't worry," I say softly before walking away. I had no reason to justify myself to him, but sometimes I can be a good guy. I position myself behind the drums, before the lights come on. - Good night guys! - Mel shouts into the microphone, and people respond loud and clear. The concert hall is packed, and, as it is a closed space, the vibe becomes even stronger. - Are you ready for a great night? - Yes! - they shout. Nic starts the chords on the bass and the song gains speed. Ramon enters with the guitar and two beats later, I hit the drumsticks against the cymbals, giving Melissa the hook to rock. Music is my life, but today, I play it automatically. I can't stop thinking about that baby. How could Dora do this to me? Whenever I questioned her, she said she didn't know who her father was. Now you just throw it in my lap like it's the most