Tommyinnit Oneshots (With SBI)

The Start of Something Wonderful (SBI)(4/?)

Wilbur POV

Wilbur shifted from foot to foot, readjusting the strap of his guitar. Did it always take this long to make decision? He already knew the answer. It was the same every time. Sometimes he wondered why he still tried. What was the point if it always ended in disappointment?

A door opened beside him, revealing a figure. Proud and tall, it was clear that money was never a problem for him. Wilbur looked up to him, waiting for the answer.

The man paused, that was never a good sign, looking Wilbur up and down. "Wilbur, I take it?"

The brunette nodded, taking a deep breath. Don't show disappointment, he reminded himself. 

"I've read through your...songs, uh... they're not what we're looking for. I'm sorry." the man stated, not showing even the smallest hint of sympathy.

Wilbur couldn't help but be annoyed by his tone. "And what is it that you're looking for?" he questioned, his eyes locked on the man.

The man raised an eyebrow, as though surprised by the question. "Real songs." 

"What do you mean? These are real songs. I wrote them myself!" he exclaimed, not believing what he was hearing.

"These songs are not up to the standard that we hold here. They're messy. No one would even spend a cent on your songs. If I don't see potential then I don't accept it." the man said simply, checking the expensive watch on his arm.

Wilbur felt his heart break at the man's words. But he refused to show it. "Some day you'll regret not publishing my songs." he said coldly.

"Someday you'll regret making songs. You're just not meant to do it. Find something that you're actually good at." the man shrugged, turning away from Wilbur.

Quickly wiping his eyes on his sleeve, he turned on his heel, practically running out of the building. Now, he had been rejected several times before this. But no one had ever told him that he was not meant to be a musician. They had given him suggestions and a little encouragement.

He walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, tears still falling from his eyes. What if he was right? What if he really was not meant to be a musician? Spotting a nearby bench, he sat down on.

Closing his eyes, he thought back to when he had first bought his guitar. He had spent months and months saving up for it, driven by the desire to become a musician. He had always been in love with music, even at a young age. But he had never been able to afford one before.

Opening the case on his lap, he felt the same joy he had felt the first time he had opened it. Picking up the beautiful instrument, he held it carefully. His fingers glided along the strings, somehow always knowing the right string to pluck. It came from the years of practice he had endured.

Slipping his notebook out of his back pocket, he continued to strum the instrument. He had always had a hard time processing his emotions. Music was the key. He could express himself in a way that he had never understood. Writing songs always made him feel better.

But as he strummed endless on the strings, he couldn't find a melody. Not even the start of one. Part of the reason was because of all the shouting coming down the street. Looking up, he groaned. It was one of those popular bookstores that had managed to steal one of the copies of that adventure novel.

Wilbur had never really been one for reading, but he did enjoy the quietness that came from shops that sold books. Putting his guitar and his notebook away, he abandoned the idea of writing. Instead he became set on the idea of finding somewhere quiet.

Walking away from all the loudness, his eyes stopped on a small building. A sudden urge filled him before he even read the sign. "Laura's Little Bookshop." How could something so simple feel so warm?

Walking towards the window, he could see a few figures. Maybe they wouldn't mind the music. Maybe they might even enjoy it. A smile appeared on his face as he reached for the doorknob. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open.

Unaware of what fate intended. 

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