the stage is ours l.h.

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song for this: Lovesick Fool, The Cab

song quote: who put that rock in your chest, won't you tell me?

that night i was too confused to play video games with Michael, i was trying to sleep in my own bunk but the confined space made me uncomfortable. so i just decided to sleep on the couch in the front of the bus.

i grabbed the red fleece blanket i slept with, and my penguin pillow pet, which was the only thing i had left from my mother. i didn't see anyone in the room once i drew the curtain back, and i breathed a short breath that i didn't know i was holding.

i sat on the couch and pulled the blanket up and over me as i was laying down, and yawned slightly in the process. today was emotionally tiring, then a idea popped into my head.

a song...

i could turn this into a song...

brilliant!

i scrambled around for any type of paper and found a napkin on the top of the mini bar we had, and i used the sharpie that was always carried with me.

scribble after scribble, lyric after lyric, hand cramp after hand cramp, i finally had my song.

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*LUKE'S POV*

she was furiously writing, the veins in her calloused hands popping out. it was late, she shouldn't be up, she needs her sleep.

she suddenly jumped up from the couch in victory, and she silently pumped her arms in the air. she rushed over to the corner where we kept most of the instruments and amps. she pulled her guitar out, a smaller carry on amplifier, and moved it to her spot she had been in moments before.

she plugged in her earphones and started tapping her foot to her tempo. her small fingers delicately strumming at the strings in a silent melody, only heard by her.

i shifted my position from behind the curtain separating the living room to the bunks. the slight movement made the material sway, enough for Andy to notice.

"uh, hey," she said, getting up from her spot. she hadn't seen me yet, i was still behind the curtain, she didn't know it was me. i saw her small hand lightly grab the cloth and pull it aside, slowly. i heard my heart pounding in my ears, and i prayed she wouldn't notice.

"um," i hummed as we locked eyes.

"uh, hi," she said, she nervously pulled at the bottom of her shorts, which had tiny pizzas on them. they were cute. like her.

"hey, a-are you o-ok?" i asked her. i was mentally kicking myself over and over again because of my stuttering.

"i'm uh fine," she said awkwardly scratching the back of her head."i was just heading to bed,"

"you and i both know that's a lie," i smugly said, heading over to where she was working earlier. she was working on a song.

i wanna stay coastal,

ima stay free,

you been throwing mixed signals,

you're confusin' me.

scared and lonely,

that's all i've ever been,

all you'll ever be is blurry to me,

too easy to lose and too hurtful to win.

my heads been broken,

i can't make out the thoughts,

and my heart's been beaten,

i wont hear through the gunshots.

if i've been thinking the wrong thing i formally apologize,

emotions aren't my best subject,

and for you i'd advise,

to simply,

forget.

now, ahem. i don't like you, i hate you,

but loving you is easy to do,

because you're smile tears at my heart,

and your laugh breaks me apart.

the song was really good. it was a hit, and she knew it.