Floriography: Red Roses

Chapter 2

From: Gracy_Manson@mymail.com

How are you, Trace? I'm sorry I'd prefer to tell you late again, I only have midnight, and my time zone changes frequently, so it's hard to figure out the best way for me to contact you. Did you see the Star Award some time ago? As soon as my foot was on the backstage, I cried. I immediately remembered you, Mama, and Papa, and how much I missed you all. Have you seen Mama and Papa a lot lately, Trace? If so, how are they doing?

Oh yeah, I'm sorry to mention your novel series back then. I know suddenly your fans become hysterical and enthusiastic over the limit and so force you to finish your work faster. I wish you all the best, and well, I can't lie either, I'm looking forward to your new series too.

You know that band called JetFunk that just went on air? The guitarists turned out to be our seniors on campus, and his sister just had a big birthday party. Really late for a 21st birthday party. I really didn't expect to meet someone I knew in this narrow world. And well, I was also surprised to see the cover of Eyes magazine three months ago, I was confused for a moment because it felt like I had not photographed for the magazine cover for a long time, and then I realized that it was you. And oh, you're so pretty on the cover of that magazine! I actually wanted to take a photo with you just once. I hope you'll consider it.

About Carlyle. His attitude was more like that of a big brother towards me. He knows I hate him, but won't stop doing it. Then suddenly came Carlyle's sister who said my fans. Yesampun, his nature and attitude is very different from Carl. I was hoping you could meet them someday. But I know you're just as busy as I am.

Then, what about you? Did you like someone? I hope I don't bother you anymore. I mean, you know. I've always felt guilty until now about how I became famous alone and you were hit with everything just because of my dreams.

Oh yeah, if you see an article about where I got choked up by hysterical fans a while ago, don't worry. The fans scratched me right in the face until it bled, but then my doctor overcame everything, because it operated the plastic scars even suddenly my skin so no longer acne. Looks like the incident brought me some profit.

I'm waiting for your reply, Trace.Write all your days. I really miss you. I love you, Trace, say hello to Mama and Papa if you meet them.

Gracy hates communicating via chat. Because every time he used the chat app, his fans always found a way to find Gracy's number and terrorize him. Gracy also hates typing long. That's why they always communicate by e-mail.

Trace sighed, then read once again that short message from Grace. What would she tell Grace? Her life is not so colorful, unlike Grace's. Even Tracy could realize how different she and Grace were from Grace's choice of words in the e-mail. He called the reader Trace with the name ‘fans’ as if the reader is the same as his fans. That's sweet according to Trace, it clearly seems that Grace has really gotten used to her life as someone who is adored.

Tracy also wants to take a picture with Grace. Then the photo of them both became the cover of a famous magazine. Gracy and Tracy show off the smiles that only the Manson twins have. But Tracy always had negative thoughts about things that would happen after such an image was published. People will probably say that Tracy tried to sabotage Gracy's work. Or people will say Gracy wants to prove to the world that her twin sister is nothing compared to her.

Tracy shuddered and quickly threw away those stupid thoughts. Once again he realized that Grace—who is now somehow where— could feel his feelings, his worries. And Trace can also feel the happiness of Grace that she does not want to destroy.

Slowly he lifted his finger up on his laptop keyboard and typed a reply.

To: Gracy_Manson@mymail.com

From: Tracetheauthor@mymail.com

Looks like your days are fun, Grace. I'm fine here. Aren't you tired of that kind of schedule?

Tracy stopped typing and began to be confused. He was already at a loss for words after those two sentences.

I watched you at the Star Awards. You're super pretty with that long dress you're wearing there. I know the soft colors always look pretty you wear. But honestly I hate to see you wear those pole-high shoes. I feel like you can fall anytime when you walk down the stairs with those shoes. 

Tracy stopped typing. As if something was making his tongue out, he timidly told 'too much' to his own twin.

Don't worry about you promoting my book. Hidupku is still quiet. My fans won't be fanatics like your fans. They never yell when I pass by, well they might scream in their hearts. Oh yes, and sorry about the magazine. It's not that I want to secretly take a modeling offer behind your back but that magazine isn't a big magazine and I don't think you'd know which magazine I would have told you. 

Tracy quickly deleted her last sentence. He was talking to Gracy Manson who may have modeled in every magazine ever published on earth. There's no way Gracy doesn't know the magazine.

Then I did have time to read about you being scratched by fans. I called you right away but my phone wasn't picked up. Uh, he picked it up once anyway, your manager, but he shut it down immediately after saying something like "laskdjfaoihgwoeknfviudfb" and honestly I don't understand. It seems after that he also did not tell you that I called. Well at least I'm glad you're okay. 

Tracy bit her lower lip. He really didn't know what to tell him about himself. At this point Tracy is like a hikikomori, people who have no work and all day stay in the room without socializing with anyone. His fingers automatically type a few sentences that he immediately deleted again because he felt not reg with what he wrote. Just repeatedly. Tracy finally decides to be honest, rather than her e-mail being too short, Tracy fears it will make Gracy hurt and feels Tracy is hiding something from her.

I'm still the same as always. Book consultations with Violetta, take a walk to the park for inspiration, or jump from one cafe to another. I hope my life can give me some surprises, but I happen to live this way. Relax, Grace. If life had decided that I would be given the surprise and surprise to me, you would be the first to know. 

Before Tracy could send the e-mail, her phone rang and vibrated slowly. Tracy grabs him quickly, finding a message left there.

Tracy's forehead immediately contorted to read a short message with the number she first saw. Steve's? He has several acquaintances with Steve's name.

Yeah, it's Tracy. Sorry, which Steve is it? 

Reply to Tracy and put her phone back on the table. But the reply came sooner than she expected.Tracy clicked her tongue in annoyance and took back her phone.

Steve Elmer's. I used to be an Junior High with you, I hope you remember. 

Tracy was silent for a moment. Ja. He remembered that name.

A face immediately flashed inside his head. A face that made his heart beat twice as fast. Steve Elmer was his first love. The first love she never expected to bloom because everyone said first love was impossible to bloom and as a romance writer, Tracy believed the words well.

I'm your loyal reader. Especially for the Behind the Eyes serian you wrote about two years ago. But I just found out that you're Tracy my Junior High friend not too long ago.

Tracy smiled amusedly reading the message. It feels good Behind the Eyes that romance stories full of romance here and there about the love of monkey girls in puberty. What is this guy doing? As he recalled, Steve was the type of serious guy who was all about studies and the future. Suddenly the cold and serious man was interested in literature?

Tracy's sense of urgency was immediately flushed and she replied again to the message.

Oh, thank you very much. Yes, I remember you. Where did you get my number? 

Again the message came quickly.

I got it from Miss Nakajima. At first I was looking for your blog, but what I found was Miss Nakajima's blog and it turned out that she was actively replying to the messages her readers had left so I asked for your contact with her.

Tracy snorted small. The trap was right, Violetta was the one who gave the number to this person.

Then what are you looking for me for? I hope I can help you. 

Tracy doesn't put her phone on the table this time and waits for Steve to send a reply while rereading his message to Grace. But then again, before he could send the message, a reply from Steve came back in.

Oh, yeah I'd like to read your debut novel. A bipolar? If it's not wrong. The novel is no longer reprinted, but I really did not read the book so I want to buy it directly from you. Even if it does not take the form of a book, it would be an honor for me to have an original manuscript of yours.

Tracy was stunned, it turns out there are still people who remember his first work. The book was completed right when Tracy graduated High School, and not many buy it because the novel is classified as a literary romance with a very standard language and he promotes it more to young readers or to schools who want to find romance books they speak a language to be in their library.

You may. No problem for me. When are you gonna pick it up? Or do you want me to pack that script to your house?

Tracy had her chin up after sending the message. Why did he say take it? It was as if telling the man to come to his house.

Have you had dinner, Trace? If you haven't and you don't mind, will we meet at this restaurant?

Then below Steve slipped a full address grill restaurant. Tracy glanced at the clock on her phone. Now is a great time to eat. A plate of steak may not have been the wrong decision, even after imagining her Tracy really wanted to eat steak now, and she had not cooked either. Tracy nodded.

Okay. Fortunately, the restaurant was not far from my place. Six o'clock yes. I'll bring the script. See ya. 

Tracy waits for Steve's last reply who just said ‘ see you’ and then put it on the table. She looked at her message for Grace, adding a few closing sentences before sending it.

Tracy sighed before standing up and walking towards the bathroom. Honestly Tracy was lazy to go out, but if she rarely came out she would not be able to send a longer e-mail to Gracy. For the sake of the e-mail, Tracy went into the bathroom and got ready.