First and last love

chapter 8

Sam's P.O.V.

"So, how long you are in  music? Tell me something you are passionate about." She asked resting her face on her right hand.

I started smiling. "You are the first person  who asked me about my passion in a very long time." I said with glinched eye.

"Why?  don't you have any friends? What about your parents? They must be proud on you." She said.

I looked away, a frown on my face.
"No they don't support me and I don't want to talk about them.

Well yess, I do have a lot of friends but they never ask me about myself."

I sighed.

I think she noticed my facial expression when I talked about my family and friends.

"Ok so tell me about your first experience when you perform in public." She said.

"I am humming few lines of my favourite song.

I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure.

‘Cause I know the smallest voices they can make it Major."

This is my favorite line from the song “7 years old” sung and written by Lukas Graham."

"Yeah I heard this song. I used to listen to this song back in high school. This song hits different."  She said.

"The song was written based on the years of his life and the story of his late father. This is a very touching song as it has touched many hearts *and some even shed tears*. Including myself." I exclaimed

I wish I could have the father like him. I thought to myself.

"Anyways!!

You know when I first perform this song..

My heart was beating fast, my eyes started to swell, my voice cracked. I was unabled to sing this song properly because my voice was so full of emotions. Too full that I had to calm myself to sleep.

The lyrics may not relate fully to my life but when I listen and read them it feels as though I’m living through the melody. As though I’m experiencing it."

"Yeahh! This is the power of music." She said.

"Music touches us emotionally, where words can't." She added.

"It took me awhile to actually be able to sing this song properly, but not perfectly.

First couple of tries had me tear up. I then managed to suppress my feelings. At least not to let it lose wild for a while heh."

She was smiling.
But I thought she might get bored of my topic. So I cut my topic.

"Forget about me. Tell me something about you. What do you like the most and what do you want to do in your life?" 

She laughs. "Well nothing gave me more anxiety than being asked this."

"So you don't have any dream?" I ask.

"Yes I do have, but right now I want to listen yours." She said

"Tell me your first stage experience." She winked.

"Ok so I always make sure that if I were to sing this it had to come from my heart.

I wanted to focus on my voice’s emotion. This song is very beautiful

It happens to be that the first time I performed on stage was with this song. It was my first time singing on stage and I was extremely nervous. But the music started playing so I had to sing. I sang. When I finished singing, I couldn’t quite describe the audience’s expression. They just stared. I then got down the stage and went up to my friends.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.. Nobody heard my voice. I was so embarrassed and just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Apparently I found out. I wasn’t facing the microphone properly so the audio didn’t reach their ears.

I sighed.

Well, but then my friend reassured me that the front audience and some at the back heard me. I was heard.
I think I sang well but the audio that came out may not be clear.. But still! My friends complimented me so I felt good!"

She was listening me whole way passionately.

"I’m not a professional singer nor do I have a melodical voice. But singing is my passion. There’s not a day where I don’t humm a tune. The feeling of being overwhelmed by a song is the best feeling I could ever ask for and this is why I sing. Because I love it. It describes who I am."

"Wow...this is amazing but that microphone part was quite funny." She put hand on her mouth and giggles.

"I am sorry I'm not mocking you." She stops laughing when she sees the embarassment on my face.

"Stop stop stop!"
I stopped driving.
I thought some animal had caught near my car.

She showed me an icecream parlour which is was still open at mid night. "Let's have an ice cream."

"Ok lets go but I won't eat because its not good for my throat." I shook my head

"C'mon one icecream won't cost you anything." She said.

"Ok." I agreed.

I decided it was time for some delicious ice cream.

There were a billion of choices for ice-cream all written in cursive on an antique chalkboard. Finally, after a million years, I chose the chunky chocolate topped with mini smarties and told my order to the lady. She choose the same.

I admired the beautiful detailed umbrella looming above me with its cool shade and exquisite designs.
Then our order came.
I took out my wallet from my jeans, and then pulled out a crumpled $10 bill..she stopped me for paying bill.

"It's on me." She said.
She took her phone and scanned the bar code which was kept on the counter.

She paid for our ice-cream and immediately we took a bite.

The taste of chocolate filled my mouth leaving a melting sensation.

She took a bite from the waffle cone making a loud “CRUNCH” & I just continued enjoying it.

"It's yum." We complement a lady. "It tastes divine." She replied with a sweet gesture and said, "Thank you. Please visit us again."

"Yea sure." We replied and moved to the car.

I just don't want this moment to pass away so quickly. I actually enjoyed her company.

I start driving.  Her apartment is next to the lane.

"So you live here?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied.

I went around to her side and opened the door stepping out. She asked me if I  want to come and have a cup of coffee.

I denied. "Maybe next time. It wouldn't be nice for a boy to come home at such night." I sarcastically said.

"Oh c'mon its a very safe neighborhood. My neighbours are very sweet they don't get their nose everywhere." She said.

"Ok I get it, next time but. I will see you safely inside first." I told her once she unlocked the door. I said goodnight, turned and went back to my car.

She enters her apartment. I am smiling thinking about her. The way she behaves and the way she talks. I like everything in her. I dated many girls earlier but she...she is different."

I started getting feelings for her though she is not my type. I like tall women with blond hair and kiara is petite and she has  dark hair but still there was something about her that lit a spark in me.

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