Mr humility episode 3

MR HUMILITY 🎼🎼🎼🎶🎶🎻🎻🎻🎤🎤🎤

(What’s that saying about pride…?😏)

Chapter 3🍀🍀 fififi

(The tune in my heart…..)

“Say ahhh”

Chan frowned, giving the doctor a dirty look, but conceding and opening his mouth wide.

The man before him shone a miniscule flashlight into his mouth and down his throat, then gave a sigh, and turned off the flashlight, prompting Chan to shut his mouth.

The doctor heaved another sigh, placing his hands solemnly on his laps.

“It’s still the same thing Chan. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, or your vocal chords. No matter how many times we run these tests, the results are not going to change.”

Chan felt his heart sink to the depths of his stomach.

“If there’s nothing wrong with me, then why the hell am I still unable to even hit the lowest of notes? There has to be something wrong with me!”

The doctor took his glasses off, then proceeded to rub his eyes calmly.

“I can only diagnose you based on the evidence I can see. But as it stands, there is no evidence. My advice for you is to just get plenty of rest, and wait this out. Your voice will probably return sooner or later.”

Chan slammed his fist on the table in anger, feeling his dejection and frustration morphing into rage, although he didn’t know exactly who he was angry at.

Ever since that day at the recording booth, his singing voice appeared to have just been….lost.

No matter how hærd he tried, he always sounded like a dying cat when he tried to sing.

He went from doctor to doctor, running tests and doing all manner of vocal excercises, but everyone he had sought help from told him that he was perfectly fine and healthy.

The wh0le thing was beginning to seem like something out of a cheesy soap opera.

How could his singing voice just vanish into thin air?

Was it really just because of stress?

Th doctor stared at his hand on the s₱0t he had slammed it into the table.

He rose his eyebrows, then smiled kindly.

“Are you planning on punching me?”

Chan shot the doctor an icy glare.

The doctor touched his hand gently. “Chan. Just give it some time. There’s no need to get so worked up about it, okay? All will be well.”

The doctor’s reassuring words only made him angrier. He s-cked in a breath, and pulled his hand out from under the doctor’s soothing palms. “So how long do you think I will have to wait? Like what’s the estimate you can give me?”

The doctor slowly put his glasses back on. “I can’t give you an accurate prediction.”

Chan bit his lip. “Then just what are you people good for?!”

His manager burst in at that moment. “Are you done?”

Chan snapped his head at her.

“Of course not!”

“Well I figured you were, since I heard you yelling.”

“Are you trying to insult me?”

“Okay everyone calm down.” The doctor interjected quickly, seeing the tension between the two people before him already beginning to spiral out of control.

Chan shot both he and his manager an icy glare, then stormed out of the consulting room.

The doctor gave his manager a sympathetic look.

“How have you been Cynthia? It seems like you’ve still got your hands full.”

As if relieved by his words, the woman before him sank into the chair beside her.

She ran her hand across her face solemnly. “I don’t know anymore Gerard. He’s just…so different now. I just…I just want the Chan I know and love to come back. It’s as if he’s completely excluded everyone and everything. Even God. He sits atop this high throne where he alone matters. I’m just so exhausted.”

The doctor chuckled lightly.

“That Chan is still in there, Cynthia. And trust me, God knows how to bring him back out.”

“I hope so. Because I’m already at my wit’s end.”

She sighed again, then snapped her fingers.

“Aha, so what’s the diagnosis for him losing his voice?”

“It’s the same story Cynthia. He’s as healthy as ever. I honestly have no idea what could have caused him to lose his voice that way.”

Cynthia stood up, pressing her l-ips together.

“Well, maybe this is for the better. Hopefully the break he’ll have to take now will force him to get his head screwed back on properly.”

She turned around and began to exit.

“Thanks for everything. See you Gerard.”

“You too. Take care of yourself!”

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Chan stood fidgeting as he was prepped for a live video.

His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and it wasn’t because he was nervous to be in front of a camera. After all, he had been around cameras most of his life. Rather he was shaking because he was completely angry at what he was about to broadcast to the world, and to his numerous fans.

It pissed him off so much.

Everyone around him was so incompetent!

How were they so bad at their jobs that they couldn’t even find a remedy for the loss of his voice.

Cynthia came and handed him a small mic.

She didn’t look him in the eye, and he guessed that she was still smarting from their fight almost four weeks ago.

He scoffed to himself. And people called him the immature or proud one.

Here she was keeping malice just because she was too haughty to apologize to him.

Well, he wouldn’t apologize to her either.

She slowly began to fix the mic on his shirt, getting her face close to his, and he felt his cheeks turn red.

He caught himself staring at her, and she rose her eyes to his, catching him too.

He quickly turned his eyes away, cursing himself for being so weak just because he had feelings for her.

She coughed lightly, and then walked away from him without saying a word.

He clicked his tongue in irritation, then rolled his eyes.

Fine! She should keep being that way. No way was he going to cave first and talk to her.

“Okay Chan. We’re ready.”

He took a deep breath, getting into character, and putting all of his conflicting feelings aside.

He was good at that. Once you are before the camera, nothing else mattered.

“Hey Chanites! How have you all been? It’s been getting cold lately, so I hope you all are taking scarfs out!”

He flashed the camera a bright smile, pleased with his introduction.

“So as some of you guys might already know, I’ve been having some problems with my voice.”

He pouted slightly for effect.

“But I don’t want you guys to worry! I’ll be just fine! I’ll just have to take an indefinite break till I get my voice back. No biggie right? I just hope you guys won’t miss me so much! Because I will miss you all a wh0le lot! But we’ll definitely meet again! So until then, wait for me! I love you Chanites!”

Ha.

He smiled triumphantly to himself.

Piece of cake. He had his fans hook, mouth and sinker.

“That’s a wrap! Weldone guys!”

Chan stood up and grabbed a bottle of water, downing it quickly.

He sighed to himself.

He was sure that his fans would wait for him, no doubt about that. They loved him too much to ever des**t him.

But….for how long?

When exactly would he get his voice back?

Days? Months? It couldn’t possibly take years…right?

He shook his head fiercely, although it was a futile effort, as the shaking didn’t get rid of the thoughts in anyway.

He turned to Cynthia.

“We’re done here right? I’m going home.”

She nodded at him, without giving him a glance.

He clenched his fist, then walked off angrily.

Come on Chan!

Cynthia wasn’t enough of a problem to get him so worked up.

He rushed into his car, wanting nothing more than to get home and strum his guitar.

But he then remembered that his guitar strings was still broken. He sighed to himself as he climbed into the car.

Just great.

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News of Chan’s indefinite hiatus spread across the globe like wildfire.

#Chanonhiatus trended in every social media platform available.

News stations did their best to cover the story, and most fans were left with so many questions, the only answers the had access to being the live video that he had done announcing his hiatus.

#GetwellChan also trended on social media.

He received so many gifts and get well cards, and he relished in the fact that his unplanned break was doing nothing to dent his popularity.

Reporters also hounded Cynthia every chance they got, each one of them trying to get a scoop on exactly what was Chan’s condition.

They were so persistent, and even went as far as camping outside Chan’s mansion.

Days turned to weeks, and although news of his break was still trending, the initial shock wave was already dying down.

Cynthia decided to grab hold of the opportunity.

“I think you should get away from all….this. The showbiz, the reporters, everything. Maybe being away from it for awhile will help you to get your voice back.” She said one afternoon, as Chan sat down, strumming another guitar. The sound of this new guitar didn’t sit quite well with him, and though he misses his old guitar whose string had broken, he had decided in his heart that if the guitar couldn’t handle his skills, and decided to stupidly get spoilt, then he would let it rot, and never fix it.

He realized that Cynthia had noticed that he had changed his guitar, and he thought she would finally talk to him now, but she hadn’t said anything about it.

He looked up at her.

“Are you talking to me now?”

She stared at him coldly, then turned her face away.

“Do you want to hear what I’ve got to say or not?”

He placed the guitar gently on the ground, and folded his arms.

“You want me to go on a vacation?”

“Not…quite. Just, get away from this place and all the stress that comes along with it.”

“But won’t my sudden disappearance spark suspicion?”

“I thought you didn’t care what other people said about you?”

He felt his stomach jump at her snarky reply, and struggled to hide the blush that crept up his cheeks.

“I don’t. I’m just trying to be practical, since you are for some reason, trying to chase me away.”

Cynthia sighed.

“I just… think that it’ll be good for you. I don’t have a good reason to give you as to why I think that way. But give it some deep thought. And if you eventually decide to leave, you can choose wherever you want to go.”

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Chan stood in the practice room, his mind occupied.

If he left, where would he go?

He had been to practically any vacation hots₱0t on the continent.

If he was really going to go on some kind of vacation, he didn’t want it to just be to some mediocre place he had been to thousands of times.

He sighed as he took in his reflection in the mirror.

He opened his mouth to sing, but cringed at the inhuman sound that came out of his voice.

He sighed and grabbed his towel, about to leave, when Aster walked in.

The red haired male smiled brightly at him, but Chan didn’t return the smile.

Aster chuckled, then grabbed his bag from the ground.

“Why are you still practicing? I’m not working for the time being.” Chan asked gruffly, trying to sound as indifferent as possible.

Aster slung the bag over his shoulders.

“Eh, that doesn’t mean I should stop does it? But, you’re a bit correct though. I’m going back home to the island.”

Chan’s eyes w¡dened.

“Back home?”

“Yeah. Just until everything’s back to normal. Haven’t seen my family in awhile you know.”

Chan had stopped listening though, as the gears were turning in his head.

“Chan? Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh. I’m fine. But….what do you feel about having someone else tag along?”

Aster’s eyes narrowed, not quite liking the mischievous grin plastered on Chan’s face.

“What….do you mean?”

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