"Try again," Hunter shouted at Henry again, he watched as Henry tried to remember what he had written. He was his coach.

"I am not trying again, how long are we going to repeat this?" Henry complained, dropping the book containing the song he had composed on the floor.

"If you keep forgetting, what do you think we should do? You have no choice other than to continue trying until everything works out" Hunter said harshly.

Although Henry was the one who employed Hunter to be his coach, he had proved to be the best when it comes to preparing him for any show. A lot of people do not know about this side of him- the gentle side, bad he was not going to show them, he was not going to make them see it. He sighed as he picked up the book again. The words on it seemed strange, he didn't remember writing any bit of it.

"I just cannot do this, there should be another way out of this crap!" Henry looked at Hunter, he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Are you okay?" Hunter asked out of the blue.

It took Henry by surprise, he rarely asks him how he feels, he has to obey him, and at the end of the day it makes the best of him when he finally performs for a large number of people. Hunter was the only one Henry obeys. He had tagged him the only one who can bring out the best in him.

When he had first met him a long time ago, before he started his music career, he knew he was not going to let Hunter go. And he was not going to make him leave at a time when he needed him most.

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"You bet I am not. If I am okay, do you think I will have any problem remembering how this song goes?" Henry flung the book across the room.

"I am getting old, I am not sure I will be with you for a long time, that is the reason I want to make sure there is nothing wrong with you" Hunter said, gazing into space.

"I don't seem to get what you just said, you don't mean you are sick?" Henry stood up. With a few strode he was beside Hunter.

"I have a problem with my chest. I am not telling you to make you any scared" he glanced at Henry with a smile. Without anyone telling him, Henry knew the smile was fake.

"Is it that serious? Man, you are not going to die, all you need is a lot of rest" Henry tried to make his words as simple as possible. Hunter would not wake up one morning and tell him he was going to die. Not yet, he had a lot of things to show him. He has to make him proud.

If it had not been for Hunter, Henry knew he would not be any close to where he was at the moment.

"Yeah, I need to sleep. I have worked hard all my life, a little rest is not going to cause a mess" Hunter smiled- the fake smile.

"If rest is all you need, then we can quit this. You know what you mean to me. Losing you is like losing everything I have" Henry said, looking at Hunter searchingly.

"That is the reason you have to reconcile with Amy, she is all you have got..." the glare in Henry's face stopped him.

"Can we skip this? You know how badly I hate to talk about things like this" Henry sat on the chair near him.

"Avoid it all you can, it is still going to be there. Try to get along with her, it is easier to forget…." Hunter stopped, looking at Henry, he shook his head and shrugged.

"There is nothing I can do about this, I hope you find someone who will prove you wrong, someday"

"There is no wrong here, it is the truth. Where was she when I couldn't feed myself? Where was she when I went through the darkest days?" There was hurt in Henry's voice.

"More dark days are coming, especially when you find it difficult to remember things" Hunter yawned.

"Is that all you have to tell me? It seems you want to sleep"

"I will love to go shopping with you, just like the old days" a smile lit up Hunter's face. This time, it wasn't fake.

"I missed those days," Henry muttered under his breath.