+stankovicmilan came back through the looking glass
thelandbeyondtheglass:
The way he lit up when he spoke of his passion was enchanting. It came so naturally, Ryuu felt like he could sit and listen to him for hours. He knew he flushed when the other winked, looking down at his cup with a blossoming grin. “I do, actually,” he replied. glancing up but his eyes fell back to the liquid. “I… really want to be a writer. Novels, poetry, short stories; it just makes me feel alive. But, like anything in that field, it’s not exactly easy to make a living out of, especially when you don’t have too many connections.” Though, he was getting on to something recently…
And then, his attention went right back to Milan as he spoke of the music he played. “Ah, I see. Neat!” he chimed in, grin finally taking its full form. ‘I’d love to hear you to play sometime.” It wasn’t often that he found someone he felt this comfortable with and this… it was really nice. “I-if you ever need a place to play, I actually know a woman who runs a café who’s always looking for musicians… maybe you could get something with her! She pays and everything. I-I mean, only if you’d be into doing something like that, of course!”
Milan couldn’t help but smile at the sudden shade of pink on the others face. Writing seem to be some logic thing to do when you’re trying to get out hidden thoughts or dark memories. The Serbian himself tried such things but his stories didn’t seem to work out that fine. But yet its true. We all need special people and help to get grand in some things. It’s unfair because most of the time the poor – talented ones get beaten by crappy rich people. Which is a thing that pisses Milan of big time. “I’d love to read some writing of yours someday. – Just never give up your dream and shout out you’re a writer. If you ever meet a person who knows a company you might be in. Just be careful who you give stories too. I’ve seen some who’s things got stolen. And they, having the money. Ofcourse got seen as the real writer because of publicity.” Milan warned the other. “It makes me sick how people steal pieces of others.” He mumbled right after.
Milan slowly took a small bite of the sweets he brought and offered the other a cookie as he was talking. He chewed down the sugary flavor and nodded slowly. “Actually. I’d love to play there someday. If you can fix me the address or ask the lady to do me the favor that would be great.” Milan sounded very excited. This was a nice opportunity to show whatever he got. Even though he was a bit worried Serbian music might not be the right thing to sing in a café. But who knows. It’s always worth a shot right?
Milan took a small piece of paper out of his pockets and wrote down his full name e-mail contact and number. “Here, You’ll be able to contact me whenever you like, and give it out to the lady.” He chuckles before taking another bite of the sweet. “What’s the main plot in your story? Is it based on real life or fantasy?” Typical of the Serbian boy he jumps from the one subject to the other.
