~One Shot Rock~

☆Bob Dylan★

ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sorry if something's wrong.

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God, why did i had to work with him?

Bob Dylan and I both are folk musicians of the 60s. We share the same political opinions, but the media made it a competition, which we sadly gave in.
Even thought i didnt really wanted to, we end up looking at each others in a competitor way.
We talk to each other throught songs, or i must say refering.

I didnt really hated him, but my sensitive side make me act like, since he seems to hate me.

But some day, the media and fans wanted us to work together. We obviously didnt wanted to but our managers forced us to.

So now here he is, in a studio, smoking a cigarette while playing some soft nothing on his guitar as he wait for me. I was late, like I always am.
Eventually, i show up, also smoking.
"Hello there..", i said, to the others person who were in the studio. Bob of course dont reply.
We try to get along and make a song but we just couldnt. We dont have the same way of working, we doesnt have the same inspiration. So we just end up being rude and mocking each others. Everyone was annoyed at us, not liking our behavior.
But we couldnt help it.
Or maybe we just didnt tried.

"You sucks anyway. Youre not good at song writing as much as me and you know it." He said.
"Shut up" I reply.
We hear someone of the staff sight and speak.
"You two, take a break.. and calm down."
I quickly put my guitar down and stand up. I take a glance at Bob, his curly hair falling on his forehead and the side of his head, sunglasses on his nose even if we are indoor, a cigarette between his small lips.

Shit, why am i even looking towards him?

I quickly look away, acting annoyed. I take a cigarette and go out for fresh air. I light up my cigarette and smoke softly. Its been a few days we cant work. But i start to feel like maybe we should try a bit more. He then walk out too and immediatly speak.

"You know, we should really try to make a song. The world is expecting something big." He said as he seems to be looking at me throught his sunglasses.

"Yes. I know." I says, not looking back.
A silent. It was between awkward and relaxing. Then, Bob speaks.

"You know.. i get an idea for the story of the song. Based on your song, i think you would like it." He says, looking at the ground.
"Go ahead.." i says.

"Okay, we both protest against the Vietnam war, right? So, i thought we should write about that. But we both already have song about this war, so i thought about a love song. About a wife and a husband. The man has to go to war and his wife doesnt want to. The song would describe the pain the woman feel, and how oblivious the man is to the danger."

Wow. I cant deny how much i like this idea. But im supposed to hate him, to be against him. I pause for a moment, thinking and then speak.
"Thats a pretty good idea actually."
I says, looking at the ground, almost annoyed that he got a good idea.
He smirk, and look at me, saying "Thanks. Lets do it then."
I sight and look back at him. I notice his beauty again. So I look away.

We share some other idea, this time not getting along on everything but we eventually find everything we need to write the song.

When we get inside the studio again, we start to write. The staff is surprise that we actually work together, but they soon notice we were still stoic, rude and cold. It looked like we just wanted to get it done.
But even like this, we dont see time pass. Hours later, we finished the song. But now, we are at the part that was scaring me.

"We should pract-" Bob start but i cut him off.
"I know. But thats the problem. Im sure at 99% that our voices wont sound good together."
Bob think for a moment and then speak.
"I agree. But its not like we have the choice anyway. So take your guitar and sing." He says, a but rudely.
I sight and take my guitar as he take his harmonica. I sit down, take the lyrics and start to play the song.

Bob start singing, i he sound damn good even with his weird voice; which sound adorable to me.
I then sing too. For now, everything go well. The problem is when we sing at the same time.
But when we sing together, we realize that it wasnt this bad. It was actually good. It was really good.
We share an eyes-contact, which we make us understand we were both surprise from our voices together.

Then, Bob go on with a short harmonica solo. I find myself looking at him as he play. 'His hair look soft..' i thought. My eyes also look at his face, especially his icy blue eyes. Then his skinny and long fingers. Suddenly, he notice me looking at him with what seems like admiration. I see he caught me, so i quickly look away, a bit embarassed, a slight blush on my cheeks. He notice it and slightly smiles. Not his usually confident smirk, it seems like an actual smiles.
The song end.

"Well.. i guess it wasnt as terrible as I thought it would." I says, putting my guitar down.
"Yeah.. same." He says.
Another silence. We were tired, and it was obvious. After a long time, i stand up. I put my backpack on my shoulder and then look at Bob.

"Uhm... It.. it was nice working with you, Bob."
"Likewise."
We both have a slight smiles on our face.
I'll never forget this smile.

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Its now been one month since this day. We havent talked much since. The song is a hit, we both never had such success on a song. So we had to play it live. Both for festivals, the radio and in some protest against the Vietnam war.
Today is the furst time we'll play it live. For some reason, i felt anxious. Im backstage, reading the lyrics again while smoking, even if i already know my parts.
Bob notice im anxious, he come and stand next to me.

"You good? You look anxious. Dont mess up on stage."
I look up at him. I didnt wanted to admit i was nervous, but he can see right throught me this time.
"Ill be fine. Dont worry about me."
"Liar."
He smirk. I slightly smiles and blush and look away. His manager come and tell us we have to be on stage in one minute.
"You have one minute to let me help you to calm down."
I stay quiet.
"C'mon!"
I still dont reply. I put down the paper of the lyrics and quickly take my guitar. Bob then take my hand, which make me blush slightly, as he lead me closer to the stage. One second before we walk on the stage, Bob suddenly stop and quickly turn around, which make me bump into him a bit, which make our chest touch a bit, and before i can pull away he put his hands on my shoulders gently, keeping us close. I look at him confused.
"Oh and one last things."
He close the gap between us, close his eyes and softly press his lips against mine, giving me a quick and loving peck. I blush deeply and he then break the kiss and whispers to me.

"Dont be nervous, you'll be amazing, like always.."
He smiles and before i can even react, he turn around and step on the stage, so i quickly follow him, even if i was overwhelmed by what he did.

We play on stage, slightly smiling at each others, which is really rare for Bob. When he play his harmonica solo, i slightly lean closer and whispers into his ear, in a low voice so nobody hear and it doesnt reach out the mic.

"Im in love with you, Zimmerman."

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