Fiona is a preppy gymnast, who is infatuated with the mysterious boy Marshall Lee that works at the music store.
Note; Modern AU, everyone is human.
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Fiona is crushing harder than a twelve year old girl.
"What's that thing with strings over there?" Fiona asks. Okay, she might seem like a dumb girl, but she's not. Its just that whenever she's around Marshall, she becomes someone else. And most of the time, she embarrasses herself.
"You mean a guitar?" Marshall tries his best not to laugh. Being a professional and all, but the blonde girl was just asking for it. She knows nothing about music, and yet she comes back everyday. "Should I bring it ma'am?" Fiona cringes at the name. "Em.. Sorry, Fiona?"
"I don't think I can play it," Fiona says. She's about to ask if he can teach her, but she realizes that will be coming on too strong.
"It's against the rules, but I can show you a few points," he says, and brushes a strand of his long hair that's overdue for a haircut on his face. Fiona ogles at the sight, the boy is just too cute for his own good.
"Really?" She smiles widely.
"Yeah, but just between the two of us," it may seem like nothing, but to Fiona that meant a lot. A secret. Just between him and her.
"H-here?" She stumbles as Marshall walks to her, he is so close she thinks he might kiss her, but as her breath hitches, he picks the red guitar behind her. And she just realizes now she was holding her breath.
Breath Fiona, breath.
"Sure, LSP just went out the back, so we're alone," Marshall doesn't know how he's affecting her right now.
"O-okay," she mutters.
"So Fiona, do you know how to play any instrument?" He asks.
"N-no, I sang for the school play once," she smiles as the memory comes back to her. The Truth is she sings all the time, but mostly unconsciously.
"Oh, I remember that. 7th grade, what was it again? Music of the sound?" He asks, and his fingers brush over the guitar.
"Um, sound of the music," she never thought Marshall came for social events. She doesn't even remember seeing him at that play, but she doesn't pay more thought to it because she didn't like him this much then.
"I don't remember much of the play, but you have a beautiful voice. You sound like an angel Fiona," she's dreaming, she's sure. Sooner or later, she's going to wake up in her blue bed and she'll find out today was just a dream. She pinches herself to quicken the process. Nope, still awake.
"N-not really, but thank y-you," She stammers. "So about the guitar."
"Oh right, got a bit distracted," he chuckles. "The first tip to playing is how you hold it. You feel everything, every vibration, every sound. You don't control the guitar, it controls you." He plays a chord on it, and then another, and another till it turns into beautiful music. "You try,"
She agrees and he hands it over to her. "What should I play?" She asks, uncertainly.
"I don't know. Play anything that feels right. Play what ever emotion you're feeling right let it control you. Let your emotions take charge." She likes this Marshall, the passionate one. She has no idea what he's saying, but she likes this Marshall. She tries all the notes first, takes a deep breath and plays anything that she thinks won't be terrible.
