175 Surpassing The Past POV (2/2)

”I am certain someone will have time for you, Christina. And if no one will teach you how to play one an instrument, I will teach you. Just give me time to learn one first, huh.”

Mister Max tells me, and I trust him. He is nice. He is really nice. And what did he mean he has to learn one first? Did he not know how to play one already? How will he teach me if he doesn't know how to play one himself?

”Ahem. Alright. We should get going. We will talk more on the way there.”

Mister Max tells me. He pulls the lever to shift gears and about to reverse out of the parking slot.

I immediately become alarmed, but I wonder whether I should tell him. I think I should because I don't want him to get hurt.

”Mister! You should put on your seatbelt or you will get hurt.”

I call out hastily, causing the car to jerk because he steps onto the brake due to my outburst. He turns his attention to me, and from the look sin his eyes, he is very concerned.

Why is he concern about me? He should be angry instead because I have shouted. Daddy always gets extremely furious when I speak loudly.

”Thank you for reminding me, Christina. You are a very good girl, and you should speak more freely as I do not get angry easily.”

Mister Max tells me. That cheering smile appears on his face once more, assuring me that everything is fine. What I did is right.

And that feeling comes again even though he is not touching me.

I keep looking at him even when he puts on his seatbelt and reverses the car out of the parking lots of the hospital. I am unable to remove my eyes from him even when he drives down the road towards a Japanese restaurant.

”I know that I am pretty good looking, but your staring makes me a bit embarrassed.”

Mister Max speaks up when I stare for too long. He is very handsome like he has said, but I don't think that is the reason why I want to stare at him. I really don't know how to explain it in words that I know, but I think it feels like when mummy and daddy used to look at each other, when they still love each other.

I wonder if mister Max has anyone he loves? Maybe he has a wife?

”Do you have a wife, mister?”

I speak my mind. He likes it when I speak my mind freely to him, so I will. Because I really want him to like me as much as I like him.

”I used to, Christina, but like your mummy and daddy, I do not love her. I never did, but just to answer your curiosity, I do have a lot people that I love. I love a lot of musicians too.”

Mister Max tells as he looks at me. He smiles and switches off the radio before producing a disc out of thin air, making me gasp.

He is also a magician?

Mister Max chuckles at my awe before sliding the disc into the disc player.

”I know that you have listened to many songs and memorized them because your memory is beyond normal, but I don't think you have heard this song before, Christina.”

I blink and look at the disc player. A song that I haven't heard before? I have heard a lot of songs since I only really need to hear it once or twice to remember the lyric by heart, but only in languages that I understand.

”What a girl wants, what a girl needs, whatever makes me happy and sets you free.”

I blink again, taking in the beautiful lyric. It is so beautiful, and the singer sounds so familiar. It is like I have heard her sing before, many, many times.

”What a girl wants, what a girl needs, whatever keeps me in your arms. And I'm thanking you for being there for me.”

…

”A weaker man might have walked away, but you have faith…”

The music fills the car, and mister Max is also tapping his hand against the steering wheel, listening to the song. He seems to like her a lot.

…

”What a girl wants, what a girl needs, whatever keeps me in your arms. And I'm thanking you for being there for me.”

The song eventually ends, and I wish I was actually the one who sings it. I wish I was the one who sings it for him and makes him happy. I also feel that the lyrics could be better.

”I think the lyrics could have been better, but I guess it is not up to me.”

Mister Max speaks my mind as he looks at me. He smiles at me, as if he is seeing something that I am unable to.

”Do you want to hear it again, Christina?”

He asks, and I do. I want to hear it again and again and again. I want to commit the song to my memory, so that I can sing it myself one day.

Sing it for him.

Mister Max also switches the track to another song on the disc after I heard it for the fourth time, and it is as beautiful as the first song. Even though I didn't understand the lyric fully, but I understand that it is actually about a girl being trapped, wishing someone worthy to set her free.

”Will I be able to sing like her one day, mister?”

I question after the third song. Her voice is just really, really good.

Mister Max looks at me. That smile he has that warm me up inside never really goes away, and I don't think I will ever get bored of it.

”Like her? Of course not, Christina.”

He tells me, making me lower my eyes. He didn't so, and I am probably shouldn't aim so high. I could barely sing due to being sick for so long.

And even if the pain has gone away, I am still unable to find my voice again.

Mister Max chuckles and places a hand on my shoulder, getting my attention. That great feeling when he touches me washes over my body.

”You misunderstand me, Christina. You will not sing like her because you are better than her in every way. She is the past, forgotten by this world. You, on the other hand, are the future.”

Although I didn't understand what mister Max really meant exactly, it makes me really happy.

I don't think that I am ever this happy before.