The Write Thing

Chapter 9

Clyde's house was just a few blocks away from his music shop, which is a good thing. I could just walk from here to my apartment.

Just like what Clyde said, it was just a small celebration. He had his friends and even introduced me to them, and I was able to talk to the performers and some of them, who's really nice. I must say. They asked me how I enjoyed the show earlier and some stuff which are mostly related to music, which is a good thing. Not like there's any other topic I could relate about other than music.

When I made it through the terrace, I take in a heavy breath as soon as the cold air breeze meet my skin. I've talked to some of the people inside and I guess my social capacity just reached its limit that I decided to catch on some air.

"Why are you here?" I was brought back to the present when Clyde appeared beside me. I stood straight and face him.

"Just trying to unwind a bit." I said, and he nod. I looked down to where he extend a red cup with what I assumed to be alcohol. "T-thanks."

"Sure." He smiled at me, and I awkwardly looked down at the cup before I take a sip of it.

"Your house is really pretty, by the way." I look around the house as I began admiring this place again as much I do the first time I step in a while ago.

"Oh, thanks."

"Where's your parents? I haven't seen them around?"

"I leave here alone actually."

My eyes went wide a bit in surprise. "Really?"

He takes a sip from his cup while nodding his head. "Yeah. I decided to move from my parents for like a year now."

"Why?" I asked out of curiosity, but I notice he paused before looking at me. "I'm... I'm sorry. Is it some kind of personal? Well, it's okay. You don't have to answer that."

"No, it's okay." He quickly said and gave me a reassuring smile. "It's nothing serious actually. I just feel like I'm willing and ready to live for my own and do thing for my own. You know, just like anyone else does." I remain looking into his face as I slowly nod my head. 

Hearing those words from him makes me think I was listening to myself. He almost have the same perception. The only difference is that he's capable of doing so and I don't. He already got his career and he could easily do all things he wants in terms of money and all his wants.

"Wanna hang out with them?" He then pointed his friends inside the living room. But it seems like he doesn't really care about my response as he held me in my wrist. "Come on."

I just keep up with his strides inside the living room where Matt, Grey, Rafa and some of his friends are at. They were laughing about something when Clyde and I settled on the couch. And before we could even follow their conversation I saw Grey suddenly points at me.

"What about you, Loraine. I heard you write songs." My mouth dropped open, and I almost spilled the cup in my hand in shock. I immediately look at Clyde who suppress his lips.

He's the only one who knows that I write songs. I haven't told anyone else about it and I can't think of any ways how Grey knew about it.

"I'm sorry. I... told them." I spaced out for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"No it's okay. I don't mind." I sit up and look back at Grey, and notice everyone around is now waiting for my response. "Yeah. I guess I'm an aspiring song writer."

"Oh really?" I nod my head to Gray as I take a huge gulp of the remain beer in my cup.

This conversation is making me surprisingly nervous. Usually, everytime people would ask about me writing song, I normally be more lively and excited to talk about it, but this one feels different. I feel a little conscious. Maybe because everyone in here are into music. I mean, it feels different talking about my writing to people who's into music and people who doesn't.