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CHAPTER SEVEN: memories ────────────────
WINTER , — 1985
NOTE: You'll finally know why this matches with the cover of this book :)
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You sit in Andre's room while he sits in his chair, his room wasn't clogged, it was neat and clean, he had a poster of Muhammad Ali near one side of his bed while he held his guitar in his hands, a small smile on his lips.
"What are you smiling about over there?" You asked, Andre checks the strings on his guitar before glancing at you, a smile played on his lips before he shrugged.
"There's this one song that keeps replaying in my mind," Andre explains. "What's it called, uh..let's hear it for the boy by Deniece Williams."
He strums the string of his guitar before he begins singing, you sat up and leaned forward to hear him better. The more Andre sung you heard him having an amazing voice, woah, that— that was...
Andre continues singing before the strumming of the guitar continues, and he was doing it on an electric guitar too. You were surprised by his performance, he could be a singer one day but he already chose his path.
And that path was with you.
Once he was finished he turned to you. "I don't expect you to say anything, I just know I'm good at playing guitar. I mean, look at these bad boys," he says, gesturing to his fingers, "they come in hand-y. see what I did there? nah, never mind, that was corny."
"No, no! It was funny. I liked it." You laughed before taking a seat next to him. "Did you do all that just to..impress me?" you say with a sly grin.
"Maybe. okay- yeah, maybe I did." Andre shrugs, "it worked though as I can see."
The two of you stared at each other before going into a laughing fit, Andre takes your hand in his and you lay your head on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around you as you curled yourself into him.
