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So I fall
Into continents and cars
All the stages and the stars
I turn all of it
To just a supercut.
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ACT I.
In hindsight, Tine knew that it was a bad idea to say yes to an interview when he is feeling particularly vulnerable. He’s a fan of putting your heart on your sleeve and giving the people non-constructed answers when they ask so nicely. He is not an actor, he’s just a normal person who will answer truthfully as much as he can.
He is very thankful of having the opportunity to share his stories like this and live very comfortably for some unforeseen amount of time. All because he had his heart broken some 8 years ago and decided to publish a book about it.
The book, “Together” blew up more than anyone had expected. So much so that it even became a major motion picture. A painfully true story about two boys who loved each other too much— and how that wasn’t enough.
It was the crux of the matter, Last night he lit a birthday cake and drank some wine when he remembered it was Sarawat’s birthday. He’s ignored it ever since they broke up, but last night was different. He was just walking back to his apartment after a quick jog and as he glanced at his phone screen there it was. The date just clicked. Maybe it was sign that it’s finally going to be okay.
Tine bought a cake from his favorite bakery and it was too easy to think about him. That other life. Sometimes he asks himself if that was some dream— he slept that night thinking everything will be fine.
It wasn’t.
His manager, lovely lady that she is - Tara, looked at him disapprovingly as he approached.
“ What happened to you?".
“ Bad dream." he answered simply.
“This interview will not be that technical, more of a fluff piece for your new book series." Yes, his new book series that’s more on mystery and for adult audiences.
“Got it. I can do it Tara, Don’t worry." He offers a small smile and then Tara’s phone goes off. She looks at it and ignores it.
“Aren’t you gonna answer that?".
“It’s my daughter." She looks deflated as she says it and puts the phone inside her bag.
“ What happened?" Tine knows Tara is devoted to her family, so it’s unusual for her to act like this.
“She’s being a brat. She wants to go out with her friends to stalk CONTROL."
“ Come again?" It must be the lack of sleep that makes him hear things. She couldn’t possibly mean that band Control.
“The band Control— Sarawat is in Australia and my daughter loves him to death."
He loved him to death too, once upon a time. Would have given him the world. Well, he did. His mind shut off as he understood what Tara was really saying. Sarawat is here in Australia?
“The band has never played here but maybe they will." Tara adds, still ignoring the succeeding beeps from her phone.
“What’s he doing here?"
“If my daughter is to be believed, Sarawat is writing new songs. Everyone knows the ‘band’ is just a solo artist."
“We’re ready!" A voice calls out and Tine snaps out if it. Yeah. He has an interview.
It was going well up until the last question by the reporter who was lovely from the start. He was used to this, talking about his work and speaking candidly when the more personal questions starts.
“I really loved your book Together, even with that ending." was the innocent comment and Tine just falls apart.
“Thank you. But you know, thinking about it now, we were just kids back then and we made decisions thinking about a future we knew nothing about." He said truthfully. As much as his editor wanted him to re think the sad ending of the two main characters breaking apart— he refused.
“ What do you mean?"
He doesn’t notice Tara practically threatening him on the other side but he continues.
“It’s been years and I’m thinking if I made the right decision."
“and that’s all the time we have!" Tara joins them and almost hauls him away from the set.
“ You know that’s gonna be a problem right?"
Tine did not answer. What if the world finds out that their beloved book/movie was based on his experience? It’s what writers do. It’s his life and he made the right decision. Trust Sarawat to put his life out of it’s Axis without even lifting a finger.
———
Two days later
Tine had been avoiding looking at his emails or even his phone for that matter ever since the article came out. Aside from the personal questions he has been trying to avoid, he’s too afraid to get a letter from Control’s lawyer. Though he knows he did not say anything bad, there is this irrational fear creeping in.
It was an answer that a lot of media outlets picked up but gained more traction when one article figured out that he was Sarawat’s ex. The ex boyfriend before he packed up and left for Australia. Sarawat, who without any doubt became popular because of his music. It’s all Tine ever wanted for him, he wanted it so much he let him go.
Tara was livid but maybe there was something in the way he said, “ I really loved him, maybe a huge part of me still does." shut her up.
“ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “ he cursed out, his mood not improving now that someone is knocking on his door.
He’s going to have some words with the building security. He said to not let anyone come up here. Well, whoever it was can have a piece of his mind.
“ How did you even—-" Tine never finished that sentence as he came face to face with the man in his Dreams. The ones he conveniently labels as nightmares. Sarawat is standing right there, at his doorstep like he belongs here. Like nothing has changed and 8 years has not passed.
His frame is still lanky but there is certainly some muscles filling him up. The perfect shape of his lips is still the same and that disinterested look he gives everyone is as strong as ever.
“ This building looks nice." he says in greeting and pushes pass him to come in. Tine closes the door and thanks himself for wearing something presentable even holed up in his place.
“ What are you doing here?"
“Hello Tine, I’m fine. How are you?" He missed that voice, even with the sarcasm dripping on every word.
“I’m surprised that you’re here. That’s all." He stops and fights the urge to come closer and touch Sarawat’s hand. “ Is this about the interview?"
“I don’t care about what they say about me." Sarawat counters and makes himself comfortable on the couch.
“Well, I’m still sorry, I should have known someone will find out. Then, there’s you being you, so it’s bound to be all over the news-"
“Stop worrying, I said it’s fine." His tone is final and it’s almost the same as the one he used when he agreed to break up. When he said ‘ okay, if that’s what you want. I will let you go ‘.
Fuck. His heart is breaking and he can’t break down. Not in front of Sarawat. He made the right decision. They both made the right decision, the best they could have as kids.
“Do you want anything to drink? "Tine says lamely and crosses the room towards Sarawat.
“Iced coffee.“ He says simply, the bastard.
“Very well, I’ll make it for you."
How he managed to have the urge to flee his home, his personal space— his sanctuary is beyond him. How did Sarawat know where he lived? Being a superstar really did have it’s perks after all. Making the coffee is almost a routine, he remembers how they both loved it on hot days.
Suddenly, he feels that warmth behind him. Fuck. Those days where Sarawat will casually bother him and put his arms around him coming to mind.
“I never found a place that serves these like how you do yours," Sarawat comments like it’s an appropriate thing to say at this moment.
“I bet you tasted better ones." He turns and hands the cup to him, who takes it and sips the coffee. Their hands touching. This is wrong.
“It’s familiar, I like it."
“Good."
Tine walks away and racks his brain for a plan. A plan to get rid of Sarawat and look for a new place where no one can see him. For years he thought of a reunion like this. In his daydreams, it didn’t hurt this much. That tightness in his heart similar to when they broke up.
“How did you find me? " Tine asks.
“ I asked your brother."
“How?"
“Man is still in touch with him you know."
He wants to be happy for his brother who can still be friendly with an ex. But it’s not in his brother to tell people his whereabouts.
“Please stop this. Tell me the truth, why are you here? " He knows he sounds dramatic but he was always unable to tone down his feelings when it comes to Sarawat.
“I’m not here to start a fight— I just really wanted to see you. It’s been a while Tine." Sarawat loved him, loved him like no one else did and ever will. He tries to stop himself from crying, blaming the nerves and the stress from the past few days.
“You look good and I love your songs— I listen to them all the time." He confesses and lets the words hang in there. He doesn’t want to hide it anymore. It’s the truth. He wonders, as he stares at the man if he still likes to be kissed on his neck and if his moans sound the same.
Sarawat looked surprised at his words but quickly recovers, “ I’m glad you liked them. For years, I thought you would never listen to those. To be honest, I write too many songs about you."
His heart stutters at that but he does not dare to hope. Tine chooses to laugh, playfully slapping Sarawat's right arm as a joke.
“I made the right decision to let you- Us go, You would not leave Thailand if we stayed together".
It was apparently the wrong thing to say as Sarawat goes rigid and is expression closes off. Silence. Tine wonders if it will be incredibly rude to tell the man to leave. Maybe he can fake having a headache?
“ Yeah - So,"
“I won’t even agree to what you said — that it was a grand idea to break my heart." He’s obviously upset, his lower lip trembling, but he composes himself and continues, “You look uncomfortable Tine, I’ll just leave."
“It’s not that. .. "Tine tries to reason out but Sarawat beats him to it.
“I just wanted to see you. I tried to make good on that promise when YOU decided to break my heart— I let you go. I did-"
"Wat-"
“Then I read that and I just could not stop myself from wanting to see you. What you’ve become."
"I don’t think this is a good idea."
Sarawat glares at him, “ You always thought we weren’t a good idea even if it brought you happiness."
"We are not talking about this." Tine says softly, looking at the floor, “It’s done. This conversation is years too late."
“Thank you for the Coffee."
Sarawat says finally, handing the half filled glass to him and heads to the door ; Tine having an unfortunate flashback on that day they broke up. Looking at the man’s retreating form, knowing he’ll never see him again. He turns and hands him a card—
“Give it to someone else. I have no use for it." and shuts the door. Hands shaking he dares a peek on the card- no, it’s a ticket to see Control’s show.
A chance to see him again.
——
One week later
Tara recommended they go to this restaurant that served the best avocado toast and eggs benedict. Two of Tine’s favorite breakfast food. It’s a chance to decompress after the new book’s successful release. Nothing would ever top how special his first book — ‘ Together’ was but he is still happy to continue writing and telling stories. They loved each other so much that even in the midst of heart ache, great things still come out of it.
“Sabrina will not shut up about You. She is so interested, because apparently, Control’s love songs are all about you."
Tine almost chokes on his smoothie as Tara finished talking,
“ Wat is a talented song writer, not all of them are about me." he lies.
"So is that what really happened between the two of you? Same as in the book?"
He nods and Tara points her fork at him. “ You were both young and scared of the future, but you are so stupid to let him go."
“ What makes you think I was the one to let go?"
Tara glares at him some more, probably thinking of throwing some garlic bread at his face.
“He came to my apartment a week ago." He says the words like he’s confessing something. For days he kept it to himself, going on with his life and tried to will his mind to accept that it will never happen again.
“HE DID WHAT?! "
“He came to my apartment and gave me a ticket to his concert his weekend, Sunday."
“Only You Tine, Only You can have a life that can be made into a book!"
“It’s my life." He says and moves his food around the plate.
“It’s obvious you can’t just forget about him."
“I can! I did all these years and I can do it."
“Oh, like how you listen to his songs to keep you Calm?"
Tine wants to disagree but he can’t lie.
“I don’t-"
“Tine, I might not know the guy but he reached out to you. That means something, and if you are as smart as you seem, you will get your ass over there and talk to him."
“What if it doesn’t work out again?" He laments, the same question repeating in his head.
“Then you talk, you use that stubborn streak of yours to make it work." Tara smiles at him, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to just go. Look at Sarawat and hope to have it all back.
All those failed relationships were doomed from the start. He still loves Sarawat. Always will.
——-
Sunday
day of the concert
Tine looked out the window of the train and wished his heart will stop beating this fast, quit betraying him like this. The memory of Sarawat’s skin against him— that small pressure when they sat together at his couch for a moment.
For six years he thought he is where he is supposed to. That this is happiness, but if he was completely honest, those 3 years in college, in their house— it was the closest he could get to true happiness. Sarawat brought it out of him, extreme joy and sadness, and he was too in love to see it falling apart before they could do something about it.
He looks down and on his hand, clutching the ticket in his hand. One final chance, to start or give a proper goodbye. Tine thought that time can heal all wounds, but now he feels scarred all over.
The venue is more intimate from their usual stadium shows. He’s never been to anything resembling a concert, it was just too painful. Standing in a sea of people and singing along — Sarawat not standing beside him, it was unbearable.
Control attracts audiences from the young ones and “adults” like him. He shows the ticket and he was led to the standing pit, feeling uneasy with the crowd. He has no plan really. Just to stand there and see Sarawat do what he loves the most and he’ll catch his eye.
Hopefully .
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Act II.
Sarawat is about to break into pieces from all the stress this fourth studio album is bringing him. He loves to make music and play venues— thrives on a life on the road but not this. They have more freedom this time, but he feels uninspired. He refuses to think about Tine this time. This album will have no trace of him at all.
The past three were saturated with emotions from their time— it’s almost embarrassing. He’s had relationship after, but they all seem too fall short of what they had. What they could have had, if only they stayed together.
“Stop." Sarawat says the word aloud, hoping that will stop his stubborn mind from running wild again. Man comes in, the ever loyal friend and for years, his tour manager.
Man takes one look at him and says, “ We’re going to Australia. “
“ Why?”
“You’ve been thinking about him again- Tine."
“No." he says stubbornly.
"Don’t insult my intelligence Wat, I know you’re going down that dark part-"
“and what does Australia have to do with any of this?"
“Tine is in Australia."
He says it like it’s a simple fact of life. Tine, the love of his life is in Australia and they are going there. A year after they broke up, with Control taking off internationally it was all to tempting to look for Tine. He stopped himself, he promised to stay away. Then a year later, Tine releases that book and becomes famous in his own right.
A book he never read, though he has some idea that it’s about them. He was too scared to see what Tine of their time together, to see how it meant to him.
“I won’t talk to him."
“I’m not saying you should, it’s a good place to possibly write songs. You’ve never been there." Man answers and throws him a bottle of water. “and I know you’re not inspired, maybe being in the same country as Tine will turn that around."
"Asshole."
“You love me Wat, You do." Man says sweetly and leaves him alone.
Well shit.
—
His heart is about to explode, he’s sure of that now. He’s not gonna be surprised if he finds blood seeping in his clothes anytime now. Like he’s going to throw up and nothing will be fine anymore. He’s read the book on the plane, It’s a long flight from New York to Australia. If he’s going to meet Tine at some point he wants to be ready to say something about it. Reading it felt like there was hope.
Win loved Bright even with that ending. Win only wanted the world for Bright, knowing that it will break both their hearts. Sarawat is still angry that Tine bottled it all up, and he was too worked up to even question everything.
“Hey, you finally read it?" Man chimes in and hands him some champagne.
“Yeah."
“You still have the right to be angry you know,"
“I feel like a fool for not running after him." He explains, trying hard not to think about all the years they wasted. “ I had this insane thought of keeping my promise of staying away."
“So, you wanna see him?"
“Yeah. I wanna see how he is."
“He’s got a new book coming out so you’ll probably some press about him when we land in Australia."
“Good. I didn’t know he wanted to be a writer." Sarawat shares, slouching in his seat, feeling the toll of a long flight.
“He’s really smart, but then he met you-"
“Oy! What’s that supposed to mean?!"
Man laughs and responds, “ I mean, you had his mind in circles. He went from being in denial to worshipping you. Hearts in his eyes and all that."
“I loved him too."
“I’m not doubting that, you waited for him. Now I think he’s waiting for you."
Sarawat wanted to believe that but waiting 8 years seems unlikely. They can’t just go back and act like nothing happened. Or could they?
“Someone like Tine will find someone else,"
“Yeah I don’t doubt that but he’ll never find someone like you."
That may be true. To be honest, he really wants to see him. Just to see what it would feel like. He can almost see it, those cute expressions he would do.
“Do you know where he is?"
“I thought you’d never ask."
——
Sunday
Day of the Concert
Trust Man to have hidden motives, when he said that they will not do a show in Australia. Once the fans got wind of him spending time here to write— the announcement of a concert, even a small one was only a matter of time. Sarawat values the fans, the people who allow him to continue making music. Plus they’ve never held a show here.
At this point, he’s not even mad and he just needs something to take his mind ofd the disaster that was meeting Tine. He expected indifference but it was there all over again. The ache in his heart, that tap-tap beat that will never stop unless he has arms around Tine.
Does he taste the same? Will his lips kiss him the same way?
He was too angry. Tine still thinking it was the right decision— looking so afraid of him like he can’t bear to be in the same room as him.
"I’m ready," he says before he can even turn around. His band is all setup but he just needs some more time before he faces the people.
“Didn’t go well?"
“We’re both stubborn. But I asked him to come here."
"He’ll be here."
“I’m not so sure," Sarawat stands up and grab his guitar, using the one he played back in University. Back when his world was simpler, his dreams bigger and Tine right next to him.
“Hey, It will be fine. He’s going to be there."
“Whatever you say!"
Man is a hopeless romantic so he tends to say things like this. When he thought of putting himself out there again, Man encouraged him to go and pursue it.
“The crowd is going crazy out there!"
Stephen, the guitarist tells him, excitement in his voice. He nods and closes his eyes— soaking in that energy. If Tine is not here, his life will go on, half of him gone, that other half, the good half that he left with Tine. Buried in that apartment in Thailand where they thought they could build a life together.
The curtains opens and the screams drown out his thoughts. He closes his eyes as he starts, singing the song that put them on the map,
“ Got my head in my hands
And my heart in the clouds
And the worst part of me is walking out the door."
He can’t really see that well when he opens his eyes, the stage lights blinding him. As it dims, he spots him. He always had that sixth sense, finding Tine in a sea of people. Tine looks like he’s about to cry, but he waves and sings along. Of course he knows the words— those words are for him.
I wrote them all for you.
Everything after that seems like a blur. It’s not a stadium show, just a surprise gig with no expectations.
“Hell Australia!" He shouts after the first song. “ We are CONTROL!" he stops and lets the people scream to their heart’s content.
“Thank you for coming tonight, for choosing to be with us."
No matter how much he tries to look elsewhere, his eyes always goes back to Tine.
It’s going to be a hard show to finish then.
—-
backstage
after the show
It’s testing his patience once the show was done, to not walk off stage and take Tine with him. Maybe he was just here to see him for the last time then he’ll leave again. Fuck. He goes with the band as they cool down for 20 minutes, but he locks himself up in his dressing room after. He didn’t even think about getting Tine’s phone number, that should have made it easier.
A knock on the door brings him out of his thoughts and he just says ‘come in’ , strumming his guitar, a melody coming to him.
“ Uh, Hello." Almost gets whiplash as he turns around, seeing Tine, body almost shaking.
“Hi, you came." Standing up, he gets a blanket to put around Tine. “Are you alright?"
"I’m okay, I just— the show was amazing Wat. You were amazing."
He wants to kiss him. He needs to kiss him, this day can’t end without it. But he tells himself not now when they haven’t even talked yet.
“I’m glad you’re here." He pats Tine’s head, like all those times he did and maybe Tine thinks about it too as his tears fall.
“I’m sorry! I just didn’t know what to when you suddenly came to my place. I’ve been thinking about you—- and it was too much. I’m happy for you, seeing you there, it’s your destiny to be on stage —- " His voice breaks and Sarawat pulls him for an embrace, “but I’m here now, I’ll never leave you again. If you’ll still have me. We can be friends-"
“Shut up. We can never be just friends."
“Thank you for finding me again." Tine mutters against his shoulders and he can’t help but smile.
“Come home with me, we need to talk some more."
Tine nods and he takes his hand, like they are a new couple discovering each other for the first time.
“Your hands are still so warm," Tine comments and he squeezes tight. He always did run hot, match that with Tine’s irritatingly cold feet. How they slept so close together, in each other’s arms.
Sarawat leads him through the crowd, gaining some looks from the people but he does not say a thing. Tine as usual smiles and nods at everyone, ever so pleasant. Man must be busy and he texts him about his plan to kidnap Tine and fuck off for the rest of this trip.
“Are you sure it’s okay to leave now?" Tine asks and he continues to walk, looking for the EXIT sign.
“Yeah, I told Man about it."
Finally reaching the parking lot and climbing on the car, Sarawat pulls Tine towards him— almost wanting him to sit on his lap. Let the man straddle him and make out, but they have to take it slow. As slow as they can. Trying to be a gentleman, he continues to hold Tine’s hand, taking the blanket off and checking if he’s not cold anymore.
“You can’t run away that easily!" Man jumps in, Sarawat decides to glare at him into submission.
“You’re no fun! Get out!" Sarawat tells him as Tine says Hi.
“Hi Tine! It’s nice to see you again!" Man responds, signaling the driver to stay still. “I love your new book!"
“He can’t read for shit." He counters, sticking his tongue out at Man.
“real mature Wat. So Tine, is this real? You’re riding off to the sunset with this Loser?"
“Oy!" He swats at Man who just avoids him.
“That’s the plan." Tine answers, The tour manager opens his mouth and closes it. He tries again and points a finger at the two of them. “ I’ll leave you kids to it. But for the love of god Wat! Answer your phone when I call. Okay?"
“Deal." Tine answers for him so he just nods. He can’t really say no to his Wife after all.
“Okay, off you go."
Man gets out and the car finally moves. His friend means well, he always did. Trust him to be smug once this all settles down, he’ll never hear the end of it. Tine rests his head on his shoulder and that does it, “Hey, “ he says so the man will face him. It’s all he needs to moves his face closer, their lips a hair breadth apart. Tine closes the gap and the it's like they were never apart. It’s still soft, sure and sweet. A press of lips and small pressure.
“ Pervert." Tine whispers and giggles.
“Well, you kissed me."
“I knew what you wanted."
“So what do I want?" He challenges. Tine was always shy when it comes to sex, but when he gets going, It’s a different story altogether.
This is not one of those times as Tine flushes and turns away from him.
“I want everything with you Tine, but we agreed to take it slow. Get to know each other again."
“I like that."
The ride back to the hotel was uneventful but Sarawat was like floating on clouds. There is a natural high and a painful crash that follows after a show. But this one is a lovely in between of peace. The paparazzi here is much more forgetting, he doesn’t care if people take pictures of them. On the elevator, Tine, the sneaky bastard puts his arms around his waist and kisses him filthily. Opening his mouth, he can’t deny himself the taste. How the hell did he live without this?
It was over to soon as they step out, looking for his room. He’s trying to stop his mind from going to just pinning Tine on the wall and taking him. Though that seems to be a really good idea right about now.
“A fancy penthouse! Wow!" Tine exclaims as they enter. “I remember when you showed me our apartment and I was so impressed."
One of the best days of his life, that absolute certainty that they will live together.
“You can stay here with me."
“Oh, I actually want us to stay at my place." He looks embarrassed as says it, Sarawats finds it attractive.
“Your place looked amazing, but I have yet to see the bed."
“It’s big enough for us,"
“Pervert." Sarawat jokes and Tine slaps his chest and pouts, “ You influenced me on that-"
They both laugh and Sarawat heads to the balcony, wanting some fresh air, Tine follows him and they look at the city lights before them. It’s quiet and the air has the right amount of chill.
“I’ll go where you want me too. If you want to stay with me for awhile, that’s fine. Once it’s time for you to go back to LA or wherever, I”ll be with you." Tine starts and he for a second he can’t believe what he’s hearing. It’s too perfect.
“I want that too. I don’t want to be angry anymore, forget about who was right. You’re here now." He responds and he almost feels whole again.
For years he tried to bury it all in the past. Maybe one day he can say ‘ I love you ‘ again in confidence. Maybe this will just burn in flames again or last forever. But there was a reason why they are here, together again, by some sheer force of will they will not be torn apart.
“I missed you." Tine looks at him and he knows, finally feels it again,
He’s home.
---
Act III.
Best-selling Author Tine Teepakorn shocked everyone as he announced the release of the sequel to his best selling book. Out this Saturday is the new one titled ‘Again’ which looks at the two protagonists Bright and Win ten years after the break up. This comes almost a year after news about his relationship with singer Sarawat , also know as the lead singer and songwriter of CONTROL. People are left wondering if his book will finally give us the happy ending, similar to what is happening in his real life. The man himself graciously agreed to an interview with us and he was absolutely blooming.
Hello Tine, thank your for doing this interview with me and writing this new book! Everyone is so excited about this!
Tine : Welcome Molly, and thank you for everyone who waited for this.
What brought this on then? You know what the press is saying, it’s about a certain someone coming back to your life
Tine : *laughs* I don’t think I have to confirm anything, we’re not exactly hiding. To answer your question, I have always written my heart. I’m happy, that story, my story thankfully did not end that way. I just woke up one day and decided to give everyone else that closure.
Oh yeah, once the rumors of the sequel started, everyone lost their mind. Has the film rights been bought as well?
Tine : It’s still too early to tell, but the lovely people from FOX searchlight has definitely reached out. But nothing is signed yet.
That sounds like good news!
Tine : yeah, I’m surprised that they’re still interested.
Can you tell us some more things to expect from this new book? Aside from the one released on your website.
Tine : It’s basically 10 years after they walked away from each other. What their lives have come to, seeing each other and figuring out what happens. I had so much fun making this one and I hope everyone does too.
You wrote this partly in Australia and LA right?
Tine : Yeah, in between but most of it in LA.
People will be pissed if I don’t ask you about this so please don’t be mad.
Tine : Is it going to be about Sarawat?
Thank you making that easy for me Tine. The people and the media loves you both, like a modern fairy tale.
Tine : Oh, we’re definitely far from that
So you wrote this while the two of you were together?
Tine : Yeah. We’re pretty busy individuals, Him more than me. Cause he still has endorsements to fulfill, but, I guess did pretty well.
Definitely. You finished the book and looks like CONTROL is gearing for the 4th album. With that single,
Tine : Into Your Arms
That one is clearly about you.
Tine : I can’t take all the credit. *laughs*
I think you should. So before we wrap this up, is there anything else you like to say?
Tine : thank you for believing in me and my stories. I hope you’ll like this one too! I love you all!
That’s it, It’s lovely talking to you Tine, I’m so happy for you.
Tine : and same to you.
- The End -