Midnight Summer

One

Beats, drums, guitar. Am I dreaming? Is it real? A loud bang wakes me from slumber. Loud guitars and drums welcome my ears as soon as my head moves away from the table. I quickly squint my eyes to find the source of my sleep's disruption.

When I raise my eyes to the stage, I freeze. I think I forget how to breathe too if it is even possible. Sapphire eyes, the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen meet mine. Am I still dreaming? When a smile erupts on his cute pink lips, I am obviously not dreaming.

OhmyGod!

I quickly avert my stare from him and take in my surroundings. A bar. I was sleeping in a freaking bar. I must have been so tired from all the errands and cleaning. My neighbors who are a couple look at me like I am out of my damn mind. I mean who the hell sleeps in a bar. I can't even remember what I was dreaming about.

I quickly wipe away any nonexistent drool and then that voice pierces right through my ears. I had not realised that actually someone was singing. When I raise my eyes in search for the owner of the voice, I freeze yet again. It is the same guy whose eyes met mine a while ago before I regained my senses.

I feel my heart pound when he smiles again. His smile is friendly and warm which intrigues me more. Who is he? I have never seen him around here but then I never know many people. He is still looking at me and his lips are moving. He is singing while playing the guitar.

I try to focus on what he is singing. Beautiful. His voice sounds good, crisp but good. It is the kind of record you could play all night long everyday, everywhere.

Midnight summer, I wish it never ends
I keep hoping the sun won't rise and the moon won't fall.
I still want you closer to me in my arms.

The words coming out of his mouth are sweet capturing me more into the scene of staring into his eyes and listening to his voice. I have never been a fun of music or even paid much attention to it. I literally know a few records because I am a busy person with no time for such things.

Something about this song brings a familiar feeling in my heart. I continue listening getting lost into the lyrics and his eyes. I just can't stop staring and he has not stopped too. Our eyes are glued to each other as he continues playing and in some way, I feel like the song is dedicated to me.

Too much for dreaming.

"Emma,"

I almost jump off the seat at the loud yell. When I look up, its Jamie, the bar owner. Did she have to interrupt at such a time? I want to curse let alone groan for disrupting the best moment of my day.
"I have been trying to get your attention for minutes but you seemed so lost. Are you okay?" I was before you decided to interrupt. Why is she even asking?

"I am fine." I reply calmly before hearing a loud applaud from the crowd which only means the singer has ended his show. I look at the stage to find him still staring at me. He winks before exiting the stage and that's is when I remember I was talking to Jamie after remembering how to breathe of course.

"You have been passed out for two hours in my bar. Is that even normal?" she seems to ignore my distraction and jumps to the real deal here.
Normal? I was tired and then ordered a drink and the next thing I know is waking up to a sight of a very handsome man playing the guitar singing midnight summer.