You're The Sky That I Fell Through

Adam

“No, no, no! None of them are right!” I say, trying not to sound agitated.

“Adam there’s no more girls left, we have tried models, actresses, fans and you are still insistent that none of them are right.”

“That’s because they aren’t! Look when I wrote this song, I had an idea of what kind of girl I imagined and none of the girls we’ve tried are right!”

“Adam, if you want this song to be made into a video then you’ll have to find a girl!” I hang up then. They won’t understand. When I wrote My Heart Was A House I was thinking about the kind of love that Hollywood doesn’t seem to know about. Real love. Innocent love. Not overdramatic love. And if I was to make a video for it I’d need the kind of girl you find every day. But apparently they’re harder to find than I first thought.

Mary

I sigh and put my pencil down and tip my head back enjoying the sun. Summer here in Owatonna is so much better than back in England. These next two months with my roommate Jane in her home town were going to be so much fun. Then back to Brown University to carry on with my course in English. I sigh again and turn my iPod up a little. One of my favourite songs played into my ears, If My Heart Was A House by Owl City. That’s the other reason I’m excited to be here. It’s Adam’s home town. Jane has never seen him though and I probably won’t. In fact he’s probably on some holiday. Still, the thought is there. I close my eyes and let his vocals wash over me and as usual they calm me and make me feel away with the fairies. A sharp prod in my arm wakes me up out of my reverie.

“Hey sleepy head, I’m going back home, you coming?” Jane asks, brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes.

“Nah, I’m okay here for a while thanks,” I reply.

“Okay whatever you say. Probably best if you stay here anyway, Colin is coming over.” Jane says, referencing her American football playing boyfriend.

“Yeah…probably best I stay here!” I laugh and with that she winks at me and walks off. I sit back up and pick up my battered old copy of Harry Potter and carry on reading.

Adam

I walk across the grass of Buecksler Park, each familiar tree coming into sight. I love this park, I come here to sit and think and relax. I sit down with my back to a tree and scan the park, smiling at the familiar sight of children playing and dogs running about. Then my eyes focus in on a girl sitting almost opposite me, a few yards away. She’s sitting on a picnic blanket, reading a Harry Potter book. A sketchpad and pencil lay next to her and she is listening to music, her mouth forming lyrics to a song that she seems to love. She is wearing a pair of grey shorts, black Converse and what seems to be a band t-shirt. Her light brown hair falls over her shoulder in a loose side braid and she’s wearing a blue beanie, even in this weather. My heart stops. She’s the girl I’m looking for. I send a quick text to my manager simply saying “Found her.” Before getting up and walking over to her.

Mary

I hum along to Fireflies, singing the lyrics under my breath before a shadow blocks the sun. I take my headphones out and look up and gasp.

Adam

As I approach her I can hear her singing a song as familiar to me as the back of my hand. She’s singing Fireflies. My song. I stand in front of her and she takes out her headphones and looks up. Recognition and shock spread along her pretty face and her green eyes meet mine.

Mary

It’s him. Adam Young. The voice behind the song I was just singing. He’s actually here, standing in front of me, a nervous smile on his face.

“Erm, hey.” He says.

“H-hello.” I reply, aware of how posh my British accent is.

“Can I sit down?” He says awkwardly, pink flushing his cheeks slightly.

“Oh, of course.” I pull my sketchbook away so he can sit down. He sits down beside me and looks at me through his fringe, which has grown back.

“Are you…who I think you are?” I ask, blushing at her stupid I sound.

“If who you think I am is Adam Young…then yeah…” he says dropping his gaze.

“Oh wow.” I say.

“Erm…what’s your name?” he asks.

“I’m Mary.” I reply.

“Mary.” He repeats. I blush again. He says my name like it’s a magic word.

“Can I see that?” he says, pointing to my sketchbook.

“Oh…of course.” I say, knowing that it’s full of drawings of him and figments of my imagination. He turns each page, spending ages on each page, smiling at some of them.

“You’re talented.” He says handing me it back.

“Thanks. I’m sorry about the ones of you…I’m a self-confessed fan.” I reply nervously. He laughs and his smile makes my insides tingle.

“It’s okay, they’re amazing. Probably make me look better than I actually look.” He grins.

“Oh I don’t think they do you justice.” I say and he bursts out laughing. I giggle slightly and then join in.

“Well…the reason I wanted to talk to you is because I’m making a music video. You know the song If My Heart Was A House?” he inquires.

“It’s actually my favourite song.” I smile and can feel heat flooding into my cheeks. He grins.

“Then I suppose you wouldn’t mind being in it?” he asks nervously. I sit there, shocked.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to obviously.” He says quickly but there’s disappointment in his eyes.

“No I’d love to be in it!” I reply. His face lights up into a wide smile.

“Great! I’ll just have to introduce you to my manager and stuff….are you free tonight?” he asks.

“Yeah I am.”

“Perfect. Can I have your number?” he asks me. I scribble it down on a piece of paper and give it to him.

“Thanks, I’ll call you in a couple of hours. See you later.” He grins and walks off and looks back and smiles at me again. I watch him go out of sight before sitting down and smiling. I put my headphones back in, go back a few songs and head back home, the lyrics of If My Heart Was A House resounding in my ears.