Act 2, Scene 1

MELI

Three years passed, just the same as one or 27; one day you are in a moment –bam, then you’re not.

The Corpses still hung out, but our meetings had turned more into study sessions than bohemian boozing. We we’re all on the cusp of graduating and our paths would diverge even more. I was still studying Visual Arts, of course, but now I was so damn spent. If you need any evidence; it had been one year since the last time I dyed my hair.

I was practicing a lot, paying attention to the classes, giving it all on each project, though I never felt I was breaching the line between those of us that try hard, and those that achieve their dreams. Believe it or not, the academic part wasn’t the real problem; I was an unofficial tutor for many classmates for a reason. Now I know what was giving me so much grief was the “earn a living” part of all of this.

Meanwhile Fede was on a roll; no surprises there. The boy had always been a genius and so the Che Guevara 2.0 plan should have been going without a hitch. That is if that plan was still a thing; he didn’t talk about it much.

So yeah, he was bound to be the one to bring stability to us.

We also sort of forgot we were living in the other’s head. My internal changes didn’t faze him much anymore, while I stopped holding my breath for something new inside his head. 

My journey from adult in theory to adult in practice was preoccupying me too much  to give a lot of thought to the head situation, to be honest. I was focused on getting the Fulbright scholarship and going abroad, and I had been cooking up this special project that would have done just that. It was years in the making, inspired in the Russian avant garde, and its name was “Fede”.

I planned on unveiling it at its namesake’s birthday party; a gift that was kind of half for him and half for me.

In regards to my head, I’m not sure what style it had taken on; it was lit by candlelight, that much I know.

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