Free Just a Monumental Summer: Girl on the train by M. Schneiders

first band name was the Quarrymen. They also briefly changed their name to Johnny and the Moondogs.”
    Jony took the microphone again and asked in a passive-aggressive tone. “George, it seems you are very interested and you know a lot about music. But are you musically inclined? Can you play least one instrument?”
    George T. didn’t hurry to answer. He took a long sip from his water. He set the bottle down slowly. “Actually, I am not musically inclined, but that’s fine with me, because around ten thousand people are injured by musical instruments each year across the world,” he finally answered.
    The crowd cheered. I noticed Alin giving Jony a short, disappointed look.
    The talk lasted about an hour. Alin got to talk about future plans and about his new song he was working on.
    It was almost four o’clock. Alexandru was going to come in one hour. The crowd began to thin slowly. Some hot girls in bathing suits were trying to talk with Alin and the group, which made my temperature rise a little, though I tried not to show it. George T. disappeared into the radio station.
    Then, Alin took Jony aside and screamed at him, “What’s wrong with you?”
    “Who the fuck does he think he is, Alin? Why do we have to suck his dick?” Jony answered back angrily.
    “You were provoking him. We need him, and you know it.”
    “Since when did we become pussies?” Jony said in disgust and left.
    I told Alin I needed to go meet my friend.
    “When can I see you? How long is he staying with you?” he asked neutrally.
    “A couple of days. Not more than four. He needs to introduce me to some friends. Heavy people. And I won’t be staying at the hotel anymore. We will be staying at Crystal Villa. He said it’s by the beach, on the south side.” 
    “Crystal Villa?” He sounded surprised and a little annoyed. “Is it one of their villas? Is he a big shot?”
    I tried to be funny. “Yes. But he likes to be called one of the most hardworking communist members of our society. Or simply, the system .”
    Suddenly, he grabbed my hands and walked me to the car. “I need to talk with you alone.” His tone was serious. “Look, you are right. It all happened so fast. We rushed in,” he said.
    My heart started beating fast. I thought he would break up with me. I couldn’t say anything. I realized I cared about him.
    “I will give you these two days. Figure it out. Get rid of him,” he said.
    I tried to say that I don’t take orders from him, but I couldn’t. Because I liked taking orders from him. I burst into tears. He touched my hair and said, “Silly girl. Look, I didn’t get to show you our place. We live in Villa 110. Easy to find. We are at the Summer Theatre every night. Or come and see Dana; she’s there during the afternoon hours.”
    I was listening to him and nodding to each word he was saying. He fixed my hair and kissed me on my cheek. “Baby. You are my girl from the train. Ok?”

                                                          CHAPTER 8
CEAUSESCU’S VILLA
     
                  More than twenty thousand thoughts arise and develop in your conscious mind, every day. We mostly think of frustrations, worries, fears. I felt them all as I walked by the beach. I should have been happy and relieved; after all, Alin wanted to be with me. That seemed pretty simple. Love should be simple. Then, why do I worry? The answer to that was simple. I’d never been in love before I met Alin.
                  The hotel room felt empty and cold without Alin filling the space. I opened the balcony door, lay down on the lounge chair, and enjoyed the sun. The sound of the waves, steady and constant, soothed my troubled thoughts. I drifted, my mind at rest. Almost asleep, I was startled and disoriented when I heard a knock at the outer door. It took me a couple of seconds to remember where I was.
                  Alexandru was