I held the acoustic Guitar Matty gave me closely. It felt cold and yet oh so familiar. I relaxed as my hand found the frets.
Playing guitar had been my escape for 7 years, so sharing it with people was always a stretch for me. But Matty wanted to hear me play for whatever reason. So that's what I would do.
He sat on the bed in front of me, not speaking, keeping very still.
He offered a reassuring smile as I began. I looked down, and let my hair fall down like a curtain in front of me. All anxiety leaving me as my fingers glided over the strings.
The start was a simple repeating picking pattern. The bright, haunting sound radiated around the room. As I began to play I forgot he was sat in front of me. I was in my bedroom, singing to my dad. I was home.
I began to sing along to the soft melody. "I can see it all tonight underneath a perfect sky, where the universe revolves around the pupil of an eye.."
This was the song I had composed at school for my GCSE. It was like a prayer for me, I practiced it so many times.
I began to enjoy myself as I sang lightly along with the winding melody.
The lyrics I had taken from a poem that I had written a while ago. They were more of a story, and didn't follow the 'pop structure' I was supposed to follow.
"Ta da!" I handed the guitar back to him when I finished.
"Wow, mol! That was really good!" Matty exclaimed putting the guitar on the bed. I stood in front of him, blushing I was sure. I rolled my eyes at him. He pulled me down to sit on his lap. "Yeah yeah.." I joked, holding his shoulder.
"No, really! The lyrics were beautiful. And that guitar melody was so ambient, you wrote that?" He asked, admiration soaking in his voice. It caught me off guard. I was just chuffed I hadn't messed up.
"Yep.."I said quietly. Feeling embarrassed from the attention.
"I loved it, honestly." He looked into my eyes. I bit my lip, and Matty kissed me instantly. I held onto his strong shoulders as the kiss deepened.
It's a strange thing to feel so open with someone. Without sex or spending weeks with them. With Matty, it just seemed to work.
"Your turn!" I grabbed the guitar and placed it in Matty's palm.
He smiled and sat in the grey arm chair. He looked so comfortable holding the guitar. It fit him perfectly.
He began to play. 'Effortless' I thought.
It was when he started to sing that I was taken aback. His voice was so raw, so full of emotion.
"I find it hard to say bye- bye, even in the depths of you and I.."
The lyrics were stunning, I detached myself from my surroundings as I just listened. I could see how people could fall in love with his sound.
I majorly struggled to see how this song was about me. "Your my medicine.." Was that really the way Matty felt about me? I was unsure of the sudden the pressure bestowed upon me. But I tried desperately to not over think. "Do what you feel" as Matty stated earlier.
When Matty stopped, we remained silent for a few moments, letting his lyrics engulf the room.
Matty got up and leaned his guitar against the wall gently.
"Come on, let order some food" he held his hand out and I followed his lead back into the front room still dazed.
George took his head phones when Matty tapped him on the shoulder.
"We're gonna order some food, want any?" He asked.
"Yeah sure!" George span round in his chair as Matty and I collapsed on the sofa.
"What are we having?" He asked looking between the both of us.
"Hmm" Matty's hand brushed my leg getting my attention. He raised his eye brows at me in question.
"Oh, I don't mind. Chinese?" I offered, trying to prevent myself turning into the 'no opinion' kind of person.
"Yeah!" George agreed nodding. "I could go for that."
Matty looked at me, smiling. I sensed he could see I was getting more comfortable speaking up. I recalled my "I know you think I'm quiet" speech, feeling awfully grateful I had pointed out my inclination to shyness earlier.
"Cool, Chinese it is" Matty concluded, grabbing his laptop.
