Follow My Beat

One

The strings of the guitar still felt alien to the fingers. The room was filled with absolute silence. My brain was as blank as the answer sheets I submitted this afternoon. The street dogs sounded more in sync than the notes I was trying to play for two weeks. The stupid night lamp was still by my side, accompanying me to my stupid idea.

Tell me, why did I say I'd sing a song for you?? I'd have said, "haha, okay, enjoy your music." But No!!! I had to make my low key life miserable. What got inside my dumb head that made me say something I don't even have confidence in? Music? Playing guitar? Seriously??

Never in my life have I ever touched the guitar my aunt gifted me when I got into the high school. And now I have to play this painfully challenging instrument in front of her.

That day, just like other days, I was sitting on the grassy hump. The weather was nice and warm. I was scrolling through memes. A few made me laugh. A few made me make faces like "mmm.. this is relatable."

Just like other days, she was trying to capture something on her phone. Yesterday, it was the sky she was taking pictures of. A day before that, she was lying on her stomach trying to capture grass or insects, maybe. And now she was circling around the bush, focusing on whatever flower it was. Strands of her hair were continuously getting stuck in the bush. Her dedication...Man.

I liked watching her though. We talked a few times. You know, like hi-bye buddies.

Nothing. More. Than. That.

I admit I don't have the courage to even initiate a conversation. I'm not an introvert or antisocial. It's just so difficult to even open my mouth in front of her. In our first year, asking her for her notes was a good reason, but as I'm doomed, I started having hiccups just after saying "hey I'm D-"

Judge all that you want. For god's sake, it's hard for some people!