AJR Short Stories

✨️Jack - Shared Studio

The sun was setting over the New York city skyline as Jack walked into the music studio. He and Ryan had been working on a new song for hours and he was exhausted. As he walked in, he saw you sitting in the corner, sketching away at your canvas. Your name was Y/N, and you were the artist who shared the space with him. He had been secretly admiring you from afar for weeks, but had never worked up the courage to talk to you.

He took a deep breath and walked over to you. "Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice slightly shaky. "What are you working on?"

You looked up from your canvas and smiled at him. "Hey, Jack," you said. "I'm working on a painting for a friend's wedding. It's a surprise gift for them."

"That's really cool," Jack said. "I wish I had your talent."

You chuckled. "You're pretty talented yourself," you said. "I've heard some of your music. It's amazing."

Jack blushed. "Thanks," he said. "We've been working on a new song all day, but we just can't seem to get it right."

You looked at him sympathetically. "Do you want some feedback?" she asked. "Maybe I can help?"

Jack nodded eagerly. "Yes, please," he said. "I could use some fresh perspective."

You put down your paintbrush and turned to face him. "Okay, tell me about the song," you said.

Jack launched into an animated description of their latest project, describing the melody, the lyrics, and the emotions behind it. You listened intently, nodding along and occasionally interjecting with a suggestion or a comment. As he talked, Jack felt himself becoming more and more excited, and more alive. It was as though his music was coming to life in the conversation.

You leaned forward, your eyes shining with excitement. "That sounds amazing," you said. "You know, I've always felt that music and art are so similar. They're both ways of expressing the ineffable, of capturing the essence of a feeling or a moment. When I paint, I try to do the same thing you're doing with your music."

Jack was struck by your words. He had never thought of it that way before, but you were right. There was something magical about the way music and art could capture the essence of a moment, of a feeling, of a person.

You talked for hours, bouncing ideas off each other, exploring the boundaries of your respective crafts. It was as though you were speaking a secret language that only you could understand, a language that flowed between you effortlessly.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves growing closer and closer. You talked about your hopes and dreams, your fears and doubts. You shared stories of your childhoods, your families, your friends. It was as though you had known each other for years, even though you had only met a few weeks ago.

At some point, Jack realized that he was falling for you. It was a slow burning, the kind that creeps up on you slowly, insidiously. He tried to deny it at first, tried to tell himself that it was just a crush, but the more he talked to you, the more he realized that he was in deep.

As the night wore on, you talked more about your personal lives, and Jack found himself opening up to you. He told you about his struggles with anxiety and ocd, his fear of failure, and the pressure he felt to succeed in the music industry. You listened intently, and offered words of comfort and encouragement.

"I know how hard it can be to pursue your dreams," you said softly. "But you're so talented, Jack. You have something special, something that can touch people's hearts. Don't give up on that." You said, looking deep in his eyes.

Jack felt a warmth spread through him at your words. He knew that you were right, that he couldn't give up on his music. But it was more than that. It was the way you looked at him, the way you spoke to him, the way you made him feel.

As you talked, the studio grew quieter, the sounds of the city outside fading into the background. The only sound was the soft rustle of paper as you worked on your painting, and the occasional murmur of conversation between you and Jack.

At some point, you put down your paintbrush and turned to face him. "Jack," you said softly, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

Jack looked at you, his heart racing. "What is it?" he asked.

You took a deep breath. "I think you're amazing," you said. "Your music, your talent, your passion. But it's more than that. I think you're an incredible person, someone who has so much to offer the world. And...I think I really like you."

Jack felt his heart skip a beat. He looked at you, really looked at you, and saw the truth in your eyes. You weren't saying it because you felt sorry for him, or because he was in a successful band. You were saying it because you meant it.

Jack took your hand in his, feeling your fingers intertwine with his own. "Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I think I really like you too."

You sat there, holding hands, looking at each other. It was as though time had stopped, as though you were the only two people in the world.

Finally, you leaned in and kissed him. It was a soft, gentle kiss, full of sweetness and love. Jack felt his heart swell with emotion, as though he had finally found the missing piece of his soul.

Your kiss only lasted for a brief moment, your lips moving slowly against each other. Then you pulled back, looking at each other with wonder.

"I can't believe this is happening," you said, your voice filled with emotion.

Jack smiled. "Me neither," he said. "But I'm so glad it is."

You sat there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of your kiss, you stood up and walked over to your painting. You picked up a paintbrush and began to add a few final touches, your hand moving with a steady, sure stroke.

Jack watched you, marveling at the way you seemed to move effortlessly between the worlds of art and reality. He knew that he had found something special, something rare and beautiful.

Over the next few weeks, Jack and you spent more and more time together. You went on walks around the city, attended art galleries and music shows, and spent quiet evenings in each other's company.

Jack found that he was happier than he had ever been before, and his music seemed to reflect that. He wrote new songs, infused with a depth of feeling and emotion that he had never experienced before.

You were in love with each other, and Jack knew that he would never let it go.

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