Chapter 8: Begin Again

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Chapter warnings: drinking, fighting over monopoly, a bit of angst but short-lived I promise

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You wake up with ideas for a new song today, but, not having brought your guitar with you, you head downtown in search of some musical instrument store.

It doesn't take long for you to find one, and you smile at the clerk at the door in greeting as you enter. Some people in the store recognize you and come up to talk about your work.

After chatting with them, you notice that the TV behind the cashier is playing one of the concerts you did last year, and you smile to yourself before focusing your attention on the guitars on display on the wall.

Admiring the instruments, you take a look at the brands you like and pick up a few of them to test them out before returning them to their original place. After a while, you feel that you have finally made up your mind about which guitar to take.

"I'm not surprised to find you in a place like this." A familiar voice sounds amused right behind you, and you spin on your heels, your heart beginning to beat faster. "Yeah, I was in need of a guitar." You tell, trying to play it cool, and Wanda smiles, nodding slowly. "What brings you here?"

"Nothing, really, I was walking down the street and saw you through the window, thought I'd come in and say hi." She tells you, but by the time she finishes speaking you were already mesmerized by her beauty, nodding and smiling like a fool. When you notice the silence that has settled between the two of you, you blink a few times. "Well, hi."

"Hi." Wanda replies amidst a shy giggle, her cheeks taking on a light shade of pink and you wonder how it can be fair that she is so pretty. Perhaps to put you out of your misery, the redhead turns her gaze to the surrounding store, and you use the moment to turn around again and pick up the guitar on the wall.

"What's the difference between playing in those giant stadiums and playing at parties back in high school?" Wanda asks amusedly, pointing to your show on TV as you walk together toward the cashier.

"The difference is that before I had someone to look for in the crowd." You confess wholeheartedly, sending a smile in her direction, and the redhead's eyes immediately widen in surprise. "Er, I- Er, okay..." She keeps babbling disconnected words as she walks backwards away from you, and you watch her with amusement.

Before you can say anything about it, Wanda's awkward escape is interrupted by her bumping into the drums in the center of the store, the clatter of cymbals echoing through the establishment as the woman desperately tries to hold everything still.

"I'm so sorry, sir!" The redhead asks in a tone laden with embarrassment, but the clerk smiles dismissively, saying that everything is fine. In the next instant Wanda looks at you again and her face turns even redder than it already was.

"See you on Friday, Y/n." She says in a mumble, storming off before you could say anything in response, and you laugh through your nose, watching her leave for a few seconds before turning your attention back to the cashier.

As you pay for the guitar, you smile to yourself, reveling in the effect you had on the redhead.

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On Friday you arrive at Tony's house with a bottle of wine in your hands and the man with the goatee hugs you before taking the gift.

You chat with him and Steve while waiting for the others to arrive and smile to yourself, impressed that they have managed to stay together even after so long. You are just starting your second glass when the doorbell rings.

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