Mafia Revenge
Chapter 30's
THE LE QUECUM BAR
After Belle was invited to become a public lecture speaker at Central Saint Martin, she went to a bar near river thames to relieve her fatigue.
Guitar passages that sounded from outside the bar seemed to attract pedestrians to come.
Belle was not far from the stage. Look closely at the fingers of guitarists who fight each other. The melodious melody makes the atmosphere more comfortable, pampering the ears of the visitors.
"Please, here's the menu. Looks like you just came here." The bartender handed out the menu.
"Thanks. This is the first time I've come here." Belle smiled towards the female bartender in a friendly manner.
"Goody! Come any time, here always show live music for the customers."
"mrs ... Any cocktail recommendations that suit me?"
"You came alone?" Ask the female bartender, and think a cocktail suitable for Belle who came alone.
"Yes I came alone."
"Then this might suit you, a sangria cocktail is safe for women who come alone, it feels soft but not intoxicating. There were apples, pears, and oranges added to the red wine sangria as well as the secret recipe I concocted myself." The bartender blinked one eye. Her wide smile revealed her rabbit teeth, that sweet and friendly bartender.
Belle smiled happily. "Ok, I trust you."
Not waiting long, the bartender brought her a cocktail sangria order Belle.
The female bartender smiled and placed the cocktail on the table. "Here's your order."
"Oh thank you."
"Here the smoking area, you can enjoy this cocktail, live music, and your cigarettes. Oh, my name is Amelia."
Belle nodded. "I'm Belle."
They shake hands and smile at each other.
Amelia is a black-haired and gray-eyed girl. Maybe he was about twenty years old. He is very young and talented in cocktails.
One of the guitarists looked at Belle and a faint smile rose on her lips. After they finished one song, the guitarist appointed Belle to sing.
"I will invite one of the visitors to sing a song. Maybe the lady sitting alone there can climb up to the stage?"
Belle looked back with a calm face. But behind Belle there is only a bartender table.
"Me?" belle asked while pointing to herself.
"Yes you." The guitarist smiled and waved at Belle to climb onto the stage.
Belle breathed heavily to reduce her nervousness, standing up from her seat. He walked up to the guitarist and sat down next to him.
"You pick a song and I'll follow you with my guitar" the guitarist said.
As Belle thought, she picked a song. "Can you do Bradley Cooper and Lady Gaga's song, I'll never love again, for me?"
"Sure, with my pleasure." The guitarist smiled and he began to set his guitar.
Wish I could, I could've said goodbye
I would've said what I wanted to
Maybe even married for you
If I knew it would be the last time
I would've broke my heart in two
Tryna save a part of you
Don't wanna feel another touch
Don't wanna start another fire
No other name fallin' off my lips
Don't wanna give my heart away
To another stranger
Or let another day begin
Won't even let the sunlight in
No, I'll never love again
I'll never love again, oh, oh, oh, oh
When we first met
I never thought that I would fall
I never thought that I'd find myself
Lying in your arms, mm
And I wanna pretend that it's not true
Oh, baby, that you're gone
'Cause my world keeps turnin' and turnin' and turnin'
And I'm not movin' on
Don't wanna feel another touch
Don't wanna start another fire
No other name fallin' off my lips
Don't wanna give my heart away
To another stranger
Or let another day begin
Won't even let the sunlight in
No, I'll never love
I don't wanna know this feelin'
Unless it's you and me
I don't wanna waste a moment, ooh
And I don't wanna give somebody else the better part of me
I would rather wait for you, ooh
Don't wanna feel another touch
Don't wanna start another fire
Baby, unless they are your lips
Don't wanna give my heart away
To another stranger
Don't let another day begin
Won't let the sunlight
Oh, I'll never love again
Never love again
Never love again
Oh, I'll never love again
(hayoo who's singing... 🤣)
All the visitors applauded after Belle finished the song. Belle stood up and bowed. "Thank you."
Belle came down from the stage to her desk. He took a sip of cocktail to wet his throat.
"Hey Bell, your voice is so good and I got carried away." Amelia patted Belle's shoulder and sat down beside her.
"Thanks. Thank goodness you enjoyed the song with my voice." Belle chuckles.
The guitarist approached Belle's desk, and was greeted warmly by Amelia. "Hi Pill! Your guitar playing is as amazing as ever, always bewitching the visitors."
"Haha ... You always say that until I'm tired of hearing it" the guitarist said with a laugh.
"May I sit here?" The guitarist asked Belle for permission.
"certain."
"Then I'm going back to the bar table to make you your favorite cocktail, Pill." Amelia got up and rushed towards the bar table.
"I'm Filip, just call me Pill." The guitarist introduced himself to Belle. "Your voice is so melodious, I don't have to bother with your tone of voice."
"I'm Isabella, call me Belle. Thanks for your insinuation." Belle smiled at the compliment from someone who managed to make her nervous.
"Haha ... I'm not insinuating you, your voice sounds melodious and very touching. Or the song ..."
Belle swiftly shifted the topic. "You're so good at playing guitar, you're used to going around to live music."
Pill smiled understandably. "Yes, a hobby that's an income, maybe."
Amelia came with Pill's favorite Fig Bourbon Cider Smash cocktail.
"How's your son doing, Pill? I haven't seen him come with you in a long time." Amel put down the cocktail and sat down in the middle of Belle and Pill.
Pill took a sip of the cocktail while closing his eyes. "Your cocktails are always delicious as always. My son is going to his grandfather's house in France."
Belle doesn't talk much, she enjoys cocktails and occasionally chimes in on Amelia's chat with Pill.
"It looks like I should go. Thank you for this super delicious cocktail, Amelia. Nice to meet you Pill." Belle took out 100 euros and he put it on the table.
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Belle walked into the studio with shaky steps. He's a little drunk tonight.
"Where have you been a bad girl?" Billy, who heard Belle coming home, came out of his room.
Belle did not answer Billy's question. He was on the couch and asleep.
Without Belle noticing, Alech watched Belle during the bar and followed her all the way to the studio.
" How long will you avoid me?" Alech who was still in the car looked at Belle's studio with his guilt.