𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐲|| 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐

<<By the way, ya never told me what kind of song you are writing.>>.
<<Shhh, let me focus.>>.
<<Still you didn't answer, love.>>
<<Shut up.>>
<<I don't think I won't and also I don't want to.>>.
She grunted <<Don't you ever get tired of annoying people?>>.
<<Of course not. If not, I never would have met you.>>.
<<Hey! No flirting! We are supposed to be arguing. And besides... you are not my type.>>.

She was finishing writing the song, her rhythm was in her head. Her gentle hum of creativity filled the room. Y/n sat at her desk, her pen dancing across the paper as she crafted the final lines of her song. The lyrics that had started as a mere whisper of inspiration had blossomed into a full-fledged melody, a tribute to the heartbeat of the urban landscape.
Hobie leaned against the doorframe, watching Y/n with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. His British accent added a touch of charm to his voice as he spoke <<What magic are you conjuring up now?>>.
Y/n looked up, a soft smile gracing her lips <<Just putting the finishing touches or add something special. Care to hear it?>>
Hobie's eyes lit up with excitement and happiness, his mouth turnedin an amused smile as he nodded <<I'd be honored. Lay it on me, love.>>.
Y/n cleared her throat and began to sing, her voice weaving a tale of the city's rhythm and soul. The words painted vivid images of bustling streets and dreams taking flight against the backdrop of towering skyscrapers.

In the heart of the city,
where the clocks never rest,
Bustling streets echo stories,
dreams at their best.
Neon lights flicker,
a dance with the night,
Towering skyscrapers,
reaching for starlight.

Whispers of ambition in the city's
ceaseless hum,
Where every soul's a dreamer,
where every heart's a drum.
Concrete jungle symphony,
a melody of the bold,
In the heart of the city,
where tales are told.

Footsteps quicken,
rhythms of life's grand parade,
Dreams unfurl like banners
in the urban cascade.
Among the shadows cast
by the city's grand design,
Hope takes flight on the wings
of a whispered sign.

In the heart of the city,
where the bold hearts play,
Where dreams are born
at the break of day.
The city's heartbeat pulses,
a relentless beat,
In its arms,
all dreams and stories meet.

So let the city lights guide you,
in the dark of the night,
Where dreams take flight
in the city's glowing light.
In the heart of the city,
where the clocks never rest,
Bustling streets and dreams entwined, forever blessed.

The sweet melody of Y/n's song lingered in the air as she finished the last verse, her gaze meeting Hobie's. He applauded softly, a playful glint in his eyes. <<Quite the wordsmith, aren't you? But can you handle a bit of guitar accompaniment?>>
Y/n smiled, nodding her approval <<I suppose I can endure a bit of musical embellishment. Play away, maestro.>> she said amused.
Hobie picked up his guitar, it was covered by stickers and figures. Total Hobie style.
His fingers deftly strumming the strings as he tried to find the perfect chords to complement Y/n's lyrics. The room filled with the soft, melodic hum of his playing, blending seamlessly with Y/n's poetic words.
As the song unfolded, the harmony of Y/n's words and Hobie's music intertwined, creating a symphony that seemed to breathe life into the very essence of the city itself. Y/n closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her, a smile of contentment gracing her features.
Hobie's playing came to a gentle end, unlike he is used to play his punk songs, the final notes lingering in the air like a sweet whisper. Y/n opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a look of shared satisfaction <<That was beautiful. You truly have a gift.>>
Hobie grinned, his eyes alight with mischief <<Well, I do have my moments. But it's your words that truly make the magic happen, love. Just words, it is magical already.>>.
Y/n's cheeks colored slightly at the compliment, a soft chuckle escaping her << Flattery will get you everywhere. Perhaps we should consider collaborating, if you'd like to.>>
Hobie's grin widened at the suggestion. <<I'd say that's a splendid idea, love. Or maybe your band would be jealous about it?>> he asked teasing on purpouse.
She smiled and nodded no <<They don't mind, I am sure.>>