AU || Cairo Lucia Santiago is on break from university. Bradley Will Simpson wants to get his big break in the music industry. Together, they go on a roadtrip around the UK, where they busk their hearts out and discover more about their lost selves...
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📌 Canterbury, England, UK
My head was pounding even before I could open my eyes to wake up, and when I did, Brad gave me some painkillers and breakfast before we returned our rented clothes and hit the road again, but this time, with no goals set for today's busking session. James was generous enough to pay us double for our services yesterday, and although Brad didn't want to accept his offer at first, James eventually convinced him by promising us that it was fine and that even his wife agreed and insisted to pay us so.
Because of my hangover, I was in and out of sleep the entire time when we were in the car, completely unaware of where Brad was taking us. He was kind enough to buy me a coffee caramel beverage to help alleviate the alcohol's effects on me, and before I knew it, we were pulling in front of an old church that was due for demolition.
"I thought you were going to busk?"
"I wanted to take this little stop first."
"Can't you see the 'do not enter' signs?" I asked Brad, who shrugged.
"It's a public place. And a pretty church, despite the age," Brad said before leaving, then I followed after him, scared that he would get in trouble.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Brad," I said, making Brad turn around.
"Alright. But, do you trust me with it? I'm ready to take responsibility if it goes completely wrong," Brad said, then I thought about his logic before sighing and following him, much to his delight.
"What are we doing here, anyway?" I asked.
"We never had a chance to dance last night, so I thought that I might make up to you for it."
"That's sweet of you," I said, then Brad brought his phone out and played As The World Caves in by Matt Maltese.
"This song? Really?"
"It's the song that led us to one another; lighten up and give it some credit, please."
After letting the first few notes of the song play, Brad gently swept the layer of dust off of the front pew before putting his phone on it, then he rubbed his hands together to get rid of the dust that stuck to his skin. He stole a glance from my face, his lips forming an affable smirk as he slightly bent over to give me a hand, then I chuckled and blushed to myself before taking his hand. He led me to the area right below the chandelier that served as the church's main source of light during its golden days.
As the pre-chorus hit, Brad delicately turned me around to face him, then he rested his hands on either side of my hips. I loosely interlocked my hands behind his neck before mustering up all the strength I could to look at his eyes, which were looking at me with an emotion I couldn't explicitly point out. As our eyes intensely talked one on one, our feet unconsciously yet rhythmically took us around where we stood, with our bodies gently swaying along the music that was playing.
