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justin.

I sat on my bedroom floor with my back against my bed and focused on the tv in front of me. I barely felt my fingers tapping the buttons on the controller between my hands. I only had one more lap left in the racing match I was currently having and I was in second place, determined to get to first. I know there are probably a hundred other better things I could be doing on a Saturday afternoon but since Abigail was out of town, I felt like this was the only other thing I wanted to do.

I pressed my thumb further into the button on my controller hoping the virtual car before my eyes would increase speed. Unfortunately it didn't and the guy in front of me won. I huffed and flung the controller on the carpeted floor hearing it thud. Leaning my head back I ran my hands over my face and let out a long breath. Just as I was about to pick the controller back up my eyes darted toward my closet, giving me another idea. I stood to my feet and pulled the door open, diving through the sea of hangered clothes and retrieving my most prized possesion that sat all the way in the back. When my hand wrapped around the cold object, I carefully pulled it out and kicked the door close with my foot. Traveling to my bed I tucked the beauty under my arm and strummed my fingers down the wire hearing each string create a pleasing sound. Sounds that I haven't heard in so long. Sounds that put me in a relaxed state of mind.

My guitar was very special to me. I had got it when I was thirteen and ever since I picked it up, I never wanted to put it down. I love music, I love my guitar and I love to sing but no one knew that. No one except Abigail. Not even my best friends. I thought that if I told them what I really wanted to do in life they'd make fun of me. When we were all seven our parents basically forced us into basketball practices and that's what we had to stick with. I won't say that I don't find interest in basketball because I do, just not as much as music. Basketball was like a hobbie. Music was a priority. I just didn't know how to open up and let everyone know that.

I continued to run my fingers down the strings thinking of a new melody I could come up with. Maybe I could write something for Abigail. I mean she was the only one who knew about my love for music and I've always wanted to share it with someone. Why not her?

I continued to play different chords and once I got a melody that stuck, I mumbled some lyrics absentmindedly. When the lyrics I was mouthing weren't working I decided to get up and lift my mattress, reaching for notebook that sat underneath it. I sat back down and flipped through the pages laughing at some of the dumb song lyrics I had come up with over the years. Then I stopped on a page and saw that a particular set of lyrics might match the melody I had come up with. It was a song that I wrote when I was sixteen but I actually still liked them.

So I strummed the guitar and looked at the page in front of me.

"When you smile..." I sang as I tried to match the pitch. "I smile."

I repeated the words about five more times before I got it where I wanted it to be. "'Cause whenever, you smile, I smile."

I got lost into the sounds of the guitar and my voice combined. It's been a while since I've felt so passionate about something.

Baby take my open heart, and all it offers

Cause this is as unconditional as it'll ever get

You ain't seen nothing yet I

Won't ---

My phone rang loudly in my room, causing me to jump. I set my guitar aside and pick it up looking at the unfamiliar number before me. Who was this?