Question one, Amy

I was sat in a room that had blue walls and doors. So blurry eyed it didn't look like there was an exit. I heard the door handle, which was also blue. Pale blue, the kind you would find new born boys wearing.

The voice that came from behind the door was... familiar but couldn't place it. Clearly a man tho!
"Two people." He said slowly.
I tilted my head and the words fell out my mouth, "Jesus and Amy wine house." My voice sounded funny as I finished.
"Jesus Christ? And Amy wine house?" He asked just to confirm.
"Yea." I smiled.
The one big circular light flickered and the room went dark.
"Erm..." I start. Just then the light was back on. I look around and see two chairs to my left. I move back. There weren't there just now?! Oh I must be high.
I close my eyes and right myself. My eyes open and I see brown leather slip on loafers in front of me. Next to them I see a pair of black peeptoe high heels. My head whips up to see Amy winehouse sitting, legs crossed leaning forward with a joint in her left hand and a plastic cup in the other. She was nodding and smiling. Couldn't help but smile back. Words couldn't leave me I was just bolted to the chair staring. She passes the joint to me as she blows out a huge puff of smoke. I take the joint from her. I take it to my lips and take a long drag. What's the worst that could happen? I felt like, this is not right but felt ok?
As I blow out a puff of smoke my eyes land on Ryan Reynolds long lost half brother! Amy drew in a breath.
"Who are you then mate?"
I looked at his face as he coolly turns her head to her and looks her in the eyes. Her face changed and she looked happy.
"Jesus."
He spoke, slightly low but deep and rugged but I heard him ok.
He turned back to me and looked at me as he crosses his legs and pulled the sleeve of his blue v neck Superdry long sleeved top.
"Hang on." I blurt out. My hands shot up to my mouth to stop myself from talking.
"Yea?" He said
I couldn't stop it! The words were floating out my mouth and my hands were not moving.
"Yea, you don't look like Jesus ennit?! What the duck are they? Prada shoes?!" I laughed and looked up at the light. I must be high as fuck. Ahh fuck it? Just go with it! What would you ask these two? I pressed into my temple.
Boom it was there.
I turn to Amy, I smile and ask,
"If you could do it all again or come back, would you do it all differently?"
..........
He lets out a sigh and turns his wrist to check his watch.
"Dude, what do you need a watch for?"
"Is that your question?" He snapped.
"No!" I retorted. "You just sit tight ok I want to talk to her." Trying not to laugh, and feeling a hot flush building up in my face.
He sits back and crosses his arms. I look at her and she smiles and leans in closer......


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