Chapter Nine:
“About time you guys showed up.” Caleb said as he plugged his acoustic guitar into the amp and started tuning it. Zerrah did the same with her black bass.
“So where have you guys been?” Zerrah wagged her eyebrows knowingly at me.
“To the grocer’s.” Tyler replied and made his way over beside Zerrah to pick up his marble green electric guitar. It matched his eyes.
“Oh, real romantic there.” Zerrah rolled her eyes.
“We weren’t even doing anything!” I cut in, exasperated, and switched on the keyboard in the corner next to the garage door. “I just bought some stuff and Ty helped me out and taught me some Australian lingo.”
“Ty?” She shot me another look. “Oh, there is definitely something going on between you two.”
“Sheesh, give it a rest, Zerrah.” Tyler groaned. “A lot of people call me Ty.”
“Are we gonna play, or what?” Iggy snapped from behind his drum set.
We all looked at him simultaneously in mirrored astonishment.
Zerrah looked at Caleb, but he only shrugged.
“Probably has his period.” I heard Caleb whisper and the rest of us snickered, except for Iggy.
“What did you say?” Iggy scowled.
“Nothing, nothing.” Caleb waved his hand in dismissal. “Let’s start with Pieces.”
Iggy snapped his drumsticks together in three swift successions before Tyler started to do this really awesome lead into, then after the first few bars, I start playing on the keyboard.
The song ‘Pieces’ was written by Zerrah this time, and it’s pretty much a duet between her and Caleb, and it’s amazing. They take turns singing the stanzas like they’re having a conversation, then when the chorus hits off, their voices blend in together like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Zerrah sings the harmony and Caleb sings the melody, and they sound absolutely amazing together.
Fixing a broken heart is like fixing glass;
You’ll only end up hurting yourself trying to make it whole again.
It’s hard to let go of memories and bury a painful past,
But I’ll pick up the pieces and help you start all over again.
It sounds like it’s a love song, and even the lyrics make it seem like it is one, but Zerrah actually wrote it when her grandmother died a year ago. It helped her cope with her grief and the loss.
We did about five more songs before we called it a day.
We were packing away the instruments when Zerrah suddenly said, “Oh! I forgot to mention this earlier. It’s Indie Night at the Stone Wall next Saturday.”
“Cool.” I heard Iggy say from behind me.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Stone Wall’s a jazz club on Ballpoint Avenue, downtown.” Caleb replied.
“But we don’t play jazz.” I said, a bit confused.
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Beautiful Disaster (Ongoing & on Hiatus)
Roman d'amourEver since her mother died, Natalie has been the glue that desperately tries to keep the remains of her broken family intact. And when Caleb, her older melancholic brother, runs away from home, she comes to a moot point in her life---go after him...
