⌑ Eternally yours/ Vinny M X OC/ ⌑ Complete

Chapter One

"Another busy day for the magic music workers, huh, Valerie?" My boss chuckled, patting my back.

The stench of sweat and leather filled the room as I was fixing a guitar that had been brought in earlier.

"You can say that again; I had some youngsters in earlier and they broke this beauty!" I cried, gesturing to the guitar on my counter, "but they did give me some cash for it."

"I'm glad you're back; I haven't seen you since you went off to North Carolina a few weeks ago. Sorry I haven't come to say hi, Val. Did you enjoy drumming for that club?" He asked, to which I nodded and blushed slightly.

"Yeah, it was great; I met a cool drummer aswell. I can't remember his name though, which is sad. We had a good connection." I sighed, continuing my work.

Our heads both jolted up as the bell on the door went, and my boss left me to deal with this customer.

A guy with long black hair walked over; he was wearing black ripped jeans and a band shirt that said 'MIW' on it.

"Hey there, how can I help you?" I asked, smiling brightly at the man.

"Hey, is there anyone here who could come to my house and look at my guitar and my friend's drum set; they both have some issues and need to be urgently looked at" He spoke in such a hurry, he seemed stressed.

"Oh yeah, of course! I'll be able to come by after my shift here finishes. Here is my card," I tell him, passing him my card with my number on it, and to say he looked relieved was an understatement.

"Perfect! Thank you so much! My name is Ricky, by the way. I'll text you my address; see you later," he replied, and he left, leaving me to finish my shift.

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I drove up to the address the guy gave me, which was thankfully quite close to my own.
At least I didn't have a long ride home.

I jumped out of my car and quickly strode to the door. My black skinny jeans and MCR shirt flapped in the wind. I shivered, knocking on the door.

"Hey! Thanks for showing up. I was starting to think you wouldn't be coming." Ricky said cheerfully as he led me into the house.

"I would never stand someone up like that! I'm here now; let's get your instruments back in good shape!" I replied, following him.

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"Woah, she's a beauty!" I excitedly said aloud. "Yeah, I know," Ricky said with a chuckle.

"I'm not sure what's wrong with her," he said as he handed her over to me.

"Oh, I see," I mumbled as I worked away. And soon enough, she was as good as new.

"If she is like that ever again, just give me a call. Shall we go look at your friend's drum kit then?" I suggested it, and he thanked me and nodded.

"The guy who owns the drums is out right now, but I can show you where he keeps it. I don't have anywhere to be, so I'll just hang out with you."

"No worries! I'll enjoy the company. Being cooped up in that shop all day is less than pleasing; I was happy when you came in looking for help!" I laughed.

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"Peice of cake! Your friend just needs a new pedal; this one's gone a bit weird and isn't hitting it hard enough to make a loud impact. I have a few spare parts in my car; I'll grab one quickly," I told him, and I ran to my car and grabbed the new pedal I had for my own drum kit.

As I was setting up the set, Ricky sat beside me, and we started a conversation.

"So what do you do in your free time?" He asked, playing with the drum sticks.