'Puzzled'

Episode 43 – ‘And I Love Her’

Episode 43 – ‘And I Love Her’Monte Carlo, France, 30 December

Lying on my bed, I stare at the blue patch of the sky and think of my unexpected encounter with her. 

A mere thought of having the courage to speak to her, like I did, makes my heart race with exhilaration. Again, and again evoking the moment of her smiling at me, I think that it must have been some sort of divine intervention. For, if she hadn't smiled then, I would have just stood there, rooted to the deck of the yacht.

I take the Fender guitar and run my fingers across its strings. Trembling lightly, they produce a vibrating sound that echoes in my heart with a gentle melody. What if I write a song? But what about …

I remember a poetic diary I kept once in the Berklee College of Music, in Boston. Actually, my studying there was purely thanks to maman.  It was her who persuaded me to go there. Though I quite enjoyed studying, I was never sure if it was because of my musical talent or because it just grew on me. Sometimes, I think that except looks and money I'm pretty useless at everything else.

Pulling a drawer of my desk out, I look through its content and find my diary: a plump notebook in a leather cover. I flip through it, pausing on a random page. My eyes meet the lines of the Beatles song, ‘And I Love Her’:

I give her all my love

That's all I do

And if you saw my love

You'd love her too

I love her.

I stare at the excerpt. Is it really incidental, me opening this very page? My heart skips a beat.

The words of Gaspard about the upcoming New Year's Eve party swim into my mind. Though she didn't really mention whether she was going to attend the party or not, something tells me she is. If so, then I must attend it too.

But how can I get an invitation to the party?

It’s a shame I'm not acquainted with that son of the Ambassador. Of course, I can ask maman for help. But I don't wish to share my New Year’s Eve plans with her, for she is convinced that I am dating the model from Nice.

Thinking it over, I open my laptop and log into my f*******: profile.