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Track #4

 
    When Sato returned home that
evening, he found Mimi in a deep sleep with her arms hugging her guitar. Music
sheets were strewn all over her. He turned towards Yamada and asked, “Has she
been sleeping all day?”

 
    “No, she was strumming her
guitar for a while before that. But the poor girl must be tired, she does sleep
a lot,” Yamada replied. Sato picked up one of the pieces of paper and glanced
at the title of the music sheets, “Maybe.”

 
    By the time Mimi woke up, the
whole house was drenched in darkness. Grabbing her mobile phone, she glanced at
the time. It was 2 am and her throat felt extremely dry. Reaching out for her
crutches, Mimi slowly crawled out of bed. She was astonished to see that the
room upstairs still had its lights on. A loud banging suddenly blared from the
study, startling her and she wondered if the owner of the black underwear had
returned. It was an uncomfortable thought but she desperately needed some
water.

 
    The soft tinkling sounds of the
keyboard rang through the darkness. Someone was playing a slow and sad melody.
Forgetting her initial thirst, Mimi sat on the steps of the spiral staircase
yearning to hear more. Before long, she found her face wet from her own tears.
The music seemed so full of bittersweet memories, even though it had no words.
The playing eventually stopped but she sat there, glued to the step, waiting.
She didn’t even realise that someone was standing beside her.

 
    “Mimi?”

 
    She yelped in surprise.

 
    “Calm down,” said Sato as he
sat down beside her. “What was that about?”

 
    “I’m sorry, I was thirsty but I
heard your music and it was...” Mimi looked at him. “It was beautiful.”

 
    Sato looked at her tear-stained
face and sighed. He stood up and offered his hand to her. “Come on, I’ll get
you something to drink.”

 
    They both sat at the dinner
table. Sato had opened two cans of beer and passed one to Mimi. She took it and
wondered why the atmosphere between them was always so strained. For a few
minutes Mimi just focused on drinking from the can.

 
    “You couldn’t sleep?” she
asked.

 
    “I don’t sleep,” he replied.

 
    “At all?”

 
    “Maybe, one, two hours at the
most.”

 
    “Oh...” Mimi scratched her head
and racked her brain, trying to think of another topic. She shook her can. The
beer was gone.   Sato looked at her
quizzically. “Do you need my help in finding him? I have tons of networks.”

 
    “Huh?” It took her a while
before she realised who he meant.   “It’s kinda complicated,” she said, wearily.

 
    “Do you want to talk about it?”

 
    Not with you, Mimi thought.

 
    “Can I have some more beer?”
she asked instead. He shrugged and passed her another can. Mimi opened the can
and gulped down the chilled beer. She took a deep breath and said, “It’s
complicated because I love everything about him. But now I wonder if he ever
loved me. Now, as I’m here, thinking about it, I don’t think he ever did.”

 
    “Why don’t you ask him instead
of assuming? Guys are not good as expressing themselves.” Sato said, opening
another can of beer for himself.

 
    “I’m probably scared of the
answer,” she said, hanging her head low.

 
    “I see.”

 
    She wondered if he was mocking
her. “Guys are not good at expressing themselves? I think you express yourself
very well.”

 
    Sato sneered, “Me? I’m the
worst kind of guy.”

 
    “Why?”

 
    “I’m handsome, cool, talented
and have that tortured air going on. Women want to save me, but I never let
them. I just string them along, draining them of all their energy.”

 
    “You really are the worst!”
Mimi said, nodding. She could feel the effects of the alcohol kicking in and
her eyelids were getting heavy.

 
    “So, Mimi, you’re lucky that I
warned you,” he said looking straight into her eyes.