Through Your Notes

Tuesday

Tuesday

12.37 a.m.

"How's your first day?" I ask.

"Tiring but fun." You smile cheekily.

You place a plate of chicken sandwich with fries and a glass of chocolate milkshake on the table.

"Thanks." I mutter.

"It's on the house."

"What?" I ask. "You can't get in trouble on the first day."

"I know." You smile. "But, I want to."

"No, Nathan." I shake my head. "I'll pay for it."

"Klara."

"No, Nath - ."

"Nathan, sing for us will you?" A voice hollers.

"Oops." You raise your eyebrows. "The boss is asking for me."

"Nat -."

And, you head for the stage. You take your guitar and sit on the high stool.

"Hello, everyone." You greet through the microphone. "The song I'm going to sing is called 'Shout About It' by The Vamps and it's for you, K."

For me?

No, Nathan.

Don't do this to me.

My heart goes crazy.

Butterflies have gone mad.

He strums. He sings.

And...

I got weaker.