TW: Cigarettes, |\||/
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I'll always idolize you
I've been watching Minecraft for hours now. But his words are echoing in my head.
"We'll have to do a little, band if you guys are in?"
I looked over to this girl (past.) in my class names c, I have absolutely no idea who she is, but I've also never talked to her, to maybe that's why, she seems nice though :)
I waited until social studies were over to walk out with c at the same time, we didn't really speak to each other except for saying the concept seems fun.
It was only until we got down to the gym where she told me, they go by they/it/he and use t/b
"Sweet! I'm using Neptune and Alex atm:} "
t/b and I talked throughout gym the entire time. One talk, turned into many, turned into being inseparable for months--
Our band had started, and I'm the lead singer who's singing "since you been gone" by Kelly Clarkson.
I still had this urge in the back of my mind to pick up my guitar and so something about it. But again, I ignored it for months, and months, and more months, whilst we had just begun a new song called "Shy away" by twenty-one pilots. They're my favorite band and had just came out with two new singles, "shy away" and "choker". I had bugged my band members enough so...now we're playing shy away! :)
I figured now would be a good time to try making more movements and getting completely out of my comfort zone. I had no idea whether I was getting myself in a pickle or actually doing the right thing and wouldn't end up regretting my decision.
I did the unthinkable, and picked up my guitar, and tried learning shy away.
Who would've fucking known it would get this far? I showed my band and started to use Mr. p's guitar(s), since I wasn't sure about the whole bringing my guitar to school plan yet. I hadn't even brought it out of its case in months. It was probably so dusty, and smelled like cigarettes, and run down strings. But I still pulled it out
"euh.."
I flailed my hand in the air to waft some of the scent away. The smell of cigarettes, of slight smoke, dust, all at once came at me and had quickly overtime engraved that smell into the guitar.
"If I don't feel it, I don't think it."
We wore the same thing, you wore the same thing, I started something--and I will never let you end it.
Restless, my grades aren't good enough, you don't see me trying, 2AM meltdowns with nobody there, something in my way.
Love,
no name
YOU ARE READING
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