The Colors In Her Voice

☆Chapter 41☆

I was sprawled out on my bed with my guitar slung around my shoulder and a book placed on my lap haphazardly. I've been getting better and better at playing guitar so I gave myself a chance to make my own music. I decided to strum and write a song together so that composing later wouldn't become difficult for me. Putting my phone's recorder on, I began with my songwriting and guitar strumming.

As I was strumming, my mind kept on working quickly like a calculator. The lines and words were coming to me naturally. It's a song about myself and how I have changed into a different person. How my dreams have shaped me and now matter to me so much. I got this inspiration as soon as I came to know the date of the final competition from Bethany which would be held on January 15.

After losing my diary, I have become more alert and smarter by keeping back-ups of all the songs that I write. Even today, I regret thinking about the lyrics that I couldn't get back as I forgot what they were.

This session I was having was really a beautiful experience. I actually felt like I was being productive, that too for my own self. Stephanie had given me a day off today because her and Emily were going out of town. Because of their absence, I was allowed a breather too. After months, I was getting this moment to myself.

Although it wouldn't last longer because Bethany had suggested earlier that we hangout together including Dylan and Mason. I couldn't tell how she sensed that I was free but somehow she managed to emotionally convince me by saying that everyone would skateboard our way to whatever destination she had in mind. 

I couldn't say no to that even if I wanted to. I was still a bit reluctant to tag along because my last encounter with Dylan was not all that appealing. It's still hard to believe that he's got feelings for me. 

'How ironic!' I always imagined him as a monster in my life but I was learning to let go. I was learning to lose my clutch on my dark parts that make the most of me.

As I finished composing and writing a small bit of my incomplete song, I took a deep breath in with a satisfied smile on my face. Packing everything, I placed them back where they belonged. I quickly made my bed and got ready to go wherever Bethany would take us.

Wearing my same old, worn out mom jeans, I paired it up with a simple tee underneath a heavy jacket because the cold December air outside was nothing but harsh. 

I looked at my hair because my golden strands were starting to show. Not a fan of long hair, I made a mental note to chop them off and maybe go for a pixie cut this time. Mason's words rang in my head and all my second thoughts about not having a pixie cut flew out of the window.

Hastily walking downstairs, I grabbed my skateboard all the while tying my shoelaces. I opened my front door to witness a bizarre sight. Mason, Bethany and Dylan were all arguing over something.

I furrowed my brows and approached them warily. "Um… I didn't know that we were supposed to meet at my place?" I asked them, cupping my hands in the hair. 'I am talking as if I'd asked them about the meeting point.'

"Well, it was my idea," Bethany spoke as soon as all of them noticed my presence.

"What's going on here?" I looked everyone in the eyes. Mason was embarrassed for some reason while Dylan was not even meeting my gaze. I had expected that reaction from him. I mean if I were in his shoes, all rejected then I'd have avoided any sort of contact with that person, let alone hangout together in a group.

"You see, I told them that I promised you about the skateboard stuff. But then… we realized, we are too bad at it. Truth be said, we are terrible at it," Bethany explained plaintively. "Now they've got their hands on my neck."