Cold Hearted boys

Prologue

Prologue, First band session 2018

Remus

There were 4 of us in the room. We were seated on the floor in a semi-circle facing Jean. I knew none of the other people there, not personally at least, I knew of them, everybody knew everybody somehow where were from.

The girl sitting to my right had dark black hair and grey eyes and by then I had diced that she was beautiful and that I was completely scared of her.

She was a year older and absolutely perfect in my eyes. Everybody else in that room came second after her. And that was only the first week.

By week 2 I had decided I was going to remake myself and lead a double life, I had thought that funny. I would be the mysterious guy nobody truly knew, somebody new.

By week 3 that idea was gone and I had come to the conclusion that within the month I would be fine with his being myself around them.

I had been right, 6 weeks later(at that point we had started making music) I was fine around them. Only a little disappointed that I didn't get to be mysterious, but that would come later when I went on a semester abroad. That semester was probably the worst I've felt in my life, that is what I would say if I could have felt then, no I was too numb. I was somebody else. After that whenever I looked in the mirror a little part of me couldn't recognize who looked back.