Aquata Cove Ch. 72

"I did. Several times, she doesn't listen."

"Well, deal with it however you need, cause she was getting on my last nerve in 5 minutes."

Adam sighed, and scratched his hair, "Ok, I'll see what I can do."

"Alright, baby, see you later."

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"Wow, you too were amazing!" Donna said, "And you only had a couple of nights to rehearse?"

"Yeah, it really wasn't hard to get with the program," Merrick said.

"What kind of instrument is that anyway?" Luther said as Merrick held up his small gold instrument, "I've never seen anything like it. I didn't know you play. It kinda looks like that flute thing from one of those Pokemon movies Adam used to watch.

"It's called an Ocalen. Simply put, it's just our version of instruments. This right here is a replica, while other ones are usually made out of seashells, driftwood, stones, or any other materials we can find, as long as it can make music."

"Where'd you learn to play like that?"

"My Father. He had one just like this, and I made it few years ago to serenade Adam since I can't sing."

"Wait, hang on," Donna said, "You can make beautiful music with that thing, and you CAN'T sing?"

"Yes." Merrick answered. He gets the feeling that Donna is going to try and overly rationalize things and try to suggest something is supposed to be or supposed to happen. Always so annoying. He does not know how Luther and Adam put up with her constant analyses.

"Where is Adam anyway?" Arnaav asked as he looked around the club, "He should have some of this food, he might be tired."

~~~

Adam paces around his dressing room, shirtless as he lets his body air out. It's surprising how one could sweat so much in a musical performance. Then again, the air conditioner has been busted for about a week.

He looks to the door, expecting Jessica to start knocking any minute. Her behavior is really getting out of hand. He's told her in the past that he's gay, but she never believe him. She keeps saying he's just going through a phase, almost as if she's mocking him.

Ultimately, Adam is too polite for his own good. He can't bring himself to tell Jessica to just fuck off, no matter how much she belittles his sexuality and invades his personal space.

He takes a long, deep sigh, "I've had enough then..." He picks up his iPhone, and dials a number, and put it to his ear.

"... Hey, Erin, it's Adam..." He smiles, "I'm doing great. It's humid as hell over here, just did a dance number at the local night club a few minutes ago, and I already need a shower."

Adam sits down and kicks back, "Yeah, I still perform there... Yeah, he's doing great too - actually just proposed to him a few days ago - he said 'Yes', by the way - hands down, the best night of my life... Thank you very much, keep an eye out for your invitation..." Adam leans forward, "No, no, he'd be fine with you coming, it was years ago, he's over it - he's recently had some VERY thorough spiritual healing from his mother... Yeah, it's a mermaid thing, it's complicated."

"Hey, so, the reason why I called is that I need a favor..."