ROSE The Studio was impressive for a first time visitor like me—it’s enormous, filled with all sorts of instruments and a variety of people and talents. A man–who looks like a bouncer, and I recognised as M.Biggy, one of the most sought-after music producers in the music industry–came forth to take Rum’s hand. They did a secret handshake, which ended with them doing a shoulder-bump, before M.Biggy asked, “You got the bridge?” “Sure.” Rum thrust a thumb in my direction. I blinked at them in puzzlement. Hmm? It’s with me? Fuck! I rummaged through my bag, clawed through the contents, searching wildly for a piece of paper. I don’t recall him passing me anything. But I’m not that confident of my memory. “I said take it down, didn’t I?” Rum shouted with annoyance. “Dumb girl….” “Oh! Those lyrics!” I gasped in relief. “Yes, here it is!” I opened my notebook wide and showed my scribbles to M.Biggy. In a swift motion, he took a snapshot of the page with his own phone then patted my s
ROSE Where do I begin? “All in all, it was amazing.” I avoided Joy’s gaze. Her brows wrinkled. “So you’re starting with the conclusion. OK, OK, I’m fine with that. Now, tell me the process.” A teasing glint crossed her eyes. “Is Rum as charming as he is on screen?” “Yeess, he is….” I jolted forward with sudden excitement. “He’s sooo handsome. Remember the article on his modelling career?” “The one that says ‘He’s one with the clothes’?” I nodded furiously. “He really is! Oh my God. And he’s a brilliant songwriter! Do you know how smart he is? It’s like he just plucks words out of the air.” My fingers snapped. “Just like that!” “Get out… Are you kidding me? It takes me like literally three fucking hours to write an email just to respond to my head of research.” “I’m not kidding! We were on the way to the recording studio, and then just like that—.” My fingers snapped again. “We got two incredible lines for the bridge of a song.” “That’s insane!” Joy brightened in di
ROSE “Out.” Rum took one glimpse at me and returned to his own reflection in the mirror of Studio 2—the largest one in the building, made mostly for shows and major advertisement shooting. I rubbed my fingers helplessly, close to tears. “Please, Rum. I really did get new clothes.” I gazed down at the now brown blouse and dark brown jeans. “Then on my way here, I tripped—.” “Into a puddle of shit?” His fingers drummed on the right arm of his chair. “There’s an expiration for all excuses, Dirty Rosey. And it’s a one way ticket.” It means if I don’t stop talking and leave, I’d be fired. I swallowed my tears and strode towards the studio’s exit with my chin held high. Fuck these bullies. I’m no longer working for Annie nor them. So I don’t give a shit. I’ll use a decoy—. My hand gripped the door handle and Rum said, “Get yourself and all the toilets in the building cleaned up.” He paused to wait for my response. And I inhaled my pride to reply firmly but humbly, “Yes, Rum.” *
ROSE Those striking brows raised high in surprise. Then, Rum’s sexy lips formed a secretive smirk. “I see….” His shoulders shook slightly in a silent dry chuckle. “You’re just the same.” I had no idea what he meant. But I took it that he was guessing my intentions wrong. So I replied, “I’m not.” And for the first time, I sounded sure and firm. Rum noticed it too and started observing me with a renewed curiosity as I added, “But I really need you to stop sending me away to clean the building.” His gaze dropped to the white duvet. More amused chuckles slipped out. “Why?” “We have actual cleaners for that,” I stated as a matter of factly. “And if I start doing their job, they’re gonna lose theirs.” He grabbed his head as though he had a bad case of migraine and groaned dismissively, “It’s none of my fucking problem, is it?” I kept my chin high. “They are the ones who’d buy your album.” Those thick brows knitted in slight annoyance. He acknowledges the truth in what I said.
ROSE A week later, we were in Studio 11. Rum was filming an advertisement for B.A.D’s biggest client, FUNTORY, one of the oldest beverage makers. A silence of awe sank amongst the staff as we watched Rum consumed his twentieth consecutive giant jug of FUNTORY’s latest craft beer. He slammed the glass jug on the table and spread his lips into a mysterious smile of satisfaction, and said, “Freshness in every drop.” And he gave his signature wink. “CUT!” The director shouted. And the bright lights washed across the room. I rushed forward, worried for Rum. But I dared not voice it out since I’d be severely judged for it. So I merely asked, in a considerate whisper, “Towel? Water? Your favourite drink?” “Water,” he murmured. As he drank, I observed him and noted something strange: his cheeks were crimsoned a second ago; now, they were his normal skin colour. Come to think of it, Rum’s face started to flush with the alcoholic red after the fifth jug. But the redness would alw
ROSE I ran. Out of the building. Take the left turn. Up the slope. Past the exits that led to the small alleys. Past the convenience shop. And stopped. Right in front of my apartment building—a five storey red-brick block of twenty-five two to three rooms apartment units with an old and vandalised sign board that reads SP_ING TOW_RS. My face felt wet and cold, my eyes swollen, my nose stuffed, my brain congested. Rum’s words were looping at the back of my mind like an endless nightmare. His silky voice echoing like his tuneful singing in his songs, which I repeated on my phone, but the lyrics were snarky and mean—chastising me for being a loser, and his toy. Just as I had allowed Annie to take daddy’s creations, I’ve let Rum walk all over me and call me a toy. I dropped to a pitiful squat on the walkway. Why me? It was just that one time I threw a fit at mum and dad for not buying me the necklace that they had promised as my birthday gift… just once! I paid for it dearly,
ROSE Shit. I don’t do well with dogs. I can’t seem to hear it. Maybe it’s sleeping. I jerked upright with realisation: maybe Rum brought someone home! I stared at the hair, bemused. This could be that woman’s dog! I looked at the entrance to the master bedroom, its door wide open. Shit! If I’m seen, he’ll flip out again! It’s rude to walk in on him the first time; it’ll be too much of a coincidence to do so the second time. I guess it’s best that I see him tomorrow—-. “Urgh….” Hmm? I turned back to the master bedroom. That sounds like Rum. I inched closer—. “Urgh… Grrr…..” Oh no! Did he really get himself a pet and that animal had gone savage on him? “Rum! Are you alright?” I dashed into the room. “Fuck!” Rum shouted like a warning. “Don’t come in—!” But it was too late. I saw it: A wolf. The size of two limousines stacked atop each other. It's fur the shade of night with silver tips that shimmered under the moon beams. It's eyes, two deep blue sapphires gl
ROSE The superstar shot up from his seat, his eyes boiling with rage. “I DID NOT BEG YOU TO STAY.” “Really?” I pretended to clear my ear with my pinky. “Gosh, I swear I heard someone begging for me to stay because he wanted to keep his wolf a secret.” “You little bitch.” He took a step forward, gritting his teeth. “I was right—you’re just the same as all those women who threw themselves at me in exchange for favours.” I was in no mood to explain myself. Frankly, I’m starting to hate him, now that I’ve seen what a person he really is. The Rum that I used to know will forever stay in my heart; this man—or wolf—standing before me will never be half of that kind and peace-loving Rum. PHWOOP!! The monstrous wolf stood before me, glaring and flaring its fangs. It took a step towards me and I crashed to the floor in fright. I opened my mouth to scream out my fears when I recalled Rum’s warning, and both hands bolted up to clamp my mouth. Rum/It lifted his/its right front paw and