against all odds

Sometimes we think we have lost. We loose hope. We think that’s it. But if you take time, dig deep within yourself,

You will definitely make a decision. Even if that other inner being tells you, ‘what are the odds?’

So what are the odds that CK will…

Chapter 1

The ball kept tossing against the wall. And none other than the ALmighty CK was doing it. Whatever was on his mind, it better not be the reports on him in the people magazine. Something had been written about him that made no sense. And neither did it make sense to his friend Juan as he watched him endlessly work himself out with that stupid ball. He could see him gnawing and the muscles on his jaw kept moving. Yet he wouldnt speak.

With one last toss, he hit the wall so hard the ball bounced back and almost knocked Juan who was coming around to face him.

“Hey dude!” Juan said. Then decided okay his friend was not in the best of moods. “Argh…,” he growled at him instead and added, “You’ve done that for the whole of the past hour, man. What’s on your mind?”

CK didnt listen.


Chewing at his lips, CK turned and walked away to the bathroom. Juan would have followed, but he stayed put. Checking his watch, it was already dark and they had to leave.

That nutcase…, Juan was thinking. 

The door swung open and the manager walked right in. He said they had to leave for the dinner already.

Pursing his lips, obviously Juan had nothing to say. And to be honest – annoyed too.

“Why are you just standing there?”

Juan used his thumb to point to the bathroom at his back. The manager shook his head. He was about to say something when the bathroom door opened.

CK strode past them to the bedside picked his phone and wallet.

“Oh. Hmm I – I think you just got a message?” Juan was actually telling him. Considering the air around CK, he hoped the answer to this evening misery lay in that message. It looked like his friend might have been waiting for a signal from the phone or whatever it was.

But CK glanced at his manager who hardly said anything. He asked, “Is it time yet?”

The much older man winced.

Not minding him either, he checked his phone.

“Is it just me, or do I smell a disaster coming?” hissed the man to Juan.

Irking his head at him, “More of a tsunami,” he hissed back.

“Maybe we…” The manager stopped when CK span around again and had his eyes wide.

“YES!” came his loud outburst. 

Both men stared at him expectantly. Good news finally? 

“Yesss…” CK threw a few punches of victory in the air. So happy, he gave them the best smile they had been probaby waiting for since the day began. He grinned at their faces.

Juan crossed his arms on his chest and waited.

“Woa. Cant believe this. Wow,” he continued happily. CK checked his phone again went through the message for a second before he looked back up again. Looking from one to the other, he smiled and said, “I dont think I’ll be joining you guys. Going somewhere.”

The man stood pointless. “What do you mean?”

CK was at the dresser already checking himself out. Rolling his sleeve, he glanced at the time and asked his friend to get him a shirt. Taking off the vest, he swung quickly into a pair of jeans. His manager asked where he was heading to. And coming to an understanding quickly, he went on and said he didnt need to ask since it was CK’s hometown. 

“But your security matters to me. The boys went out so you wont have a bodyguard. Should I come with you?”

CK said he didn’t need him. After dressing, he picked the ball and told him not to worry. Throwing it over the bed, he turned for the door. Before the man could say more, the ALmighty was already out taking long strides through the hotel hallway. He got his shades and put them on. With this look…, he looked exactly what he wanted to be for the next couple of hours. Just couples? He didnt think so. Perhaps hours and hours. He couldnt stop the excitment.

Outside he met with a woman who happened to be on her early thirties. She took off her glasses and stared at him.

“What happened to the clothes I picked out earlier?” She asked not taking her eyes off his faded jeans and polo shirt. “You look so ordinary!”

“Blame Juan.”

“Hey!” the young man of Cuban decent was right behind him matching his long strides to the car. His mouth was agape at his friend. He gave him a look and reminded him that he was not his personal stylist. CK inserted the car key and jammed the door open. One leg inside, he told her he was content with his look.

“And he’s going out with no guard.”

She raised her eyes at both Juan and the manager. She didn’t understand what was going on. “And the dinner? Where’s everyone?”

“On break,” CK told her.

“And the show?”

He rolled his eyes upward. “Its wednesday, Amy. Three days to go. Someone’s got to rest.”

“And the dress rehearsal?” she asked. “We dont have time.”

“True,” agreed the manager.

But CK did not listen. He instead stepped fully inside his Black Rolls Royce. Stepping on the engine, he started… “Hello? What are you doing!”

Juan who landed himself at the back threw him a weird look. “You could need me, buddy.”

Glaring at him, “Yeah. Like picking out a polo shirt for me. No thanks.”

Juan smiled. “We could exchange.”

“Thank you. But no thanks.”

Knowing the appointment meant that much to his buddy, Juan gave up. Whatever it was, at least CK was back on track. 

The ALmighty drove off. Glancing at his wrist watch, he swore at the time. He was already late, he thought getting his wheels on the road.

Everything could wait.

But tonight could not wait.


On note, every charater and situation is fictional and original in case of any coincidence observed. ‘Against all odds’ is actually not the original title but is ‘back to me.’ I suck at titles. Sorry guys. But hope you enjoyed this first part. Comment and like if for a next part.

Love always.


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