A cute but tragic romcom between an introvert guy Ethan who wants to be a musician and angelica reed who is a famous girl in his campus. Ethan has a huge crush on Angelica like every other guy. As he tried to get close with her, his life changed dra...
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I wake up the next morning feeling oddly optimistic. Maybe it's because Angelica moved in next door, or maybe it's just the caffeine from the three cups of coffee I chugged last night finally kicking in. Either way, today feels different.
I bounce out of bed, narrowly avoiding a faceplant into my pile of laundry, and get ready for the day. After wrestling with my unruly hair and eating yet another dry cereal breakfast (note to self: buy milk), I throw on the least offensive shirt I can find and grab my backpack.
Just as I step out the door, I hear the click of a lock and see Angelica coming out of her apartment. My heart does this weird flutter thing, and I mentally slap myself. "Come on, Ethan, you can do this," I whisper under my breath. "Just be cool."
"Hey, Angelica," I say, attempting to sound casual but probably coming off as a nervous wreck.
"Good morning, Ethan!" she says with that smile that could power a small city. "Heading to class?"
"Yep, same old routine," I reply, my voice cracking slightly. "What about you?"
"Same here. I've got an early class today. Mind if I walk with you?"
Mind? Are you kidding me? "Sure, that'd be awesome," I say, trying not to sound too eager.
We start walking, and there's an awkward silence. My brain is scrambling for something to say that won't make me look like a total idiot. "So, uh, what are you studying?" I finally blurt out.
"Music, actually," she says, surprising me. "I want to be a musician."
"No shit? Me too!" I exclaim, a little too loudly. "I mean, I'm stuck in business school because my parents think it's more practical, but my real passion is music."
Her eyes light up. "Really? What do you play?"
"Guitar," I say, feeling a bit shy. "And I try to write my own songs, but they probably suck."
"I'm sure they're great," she says encouragingly. "I play the piano and sing. Maybe we could jam together sometime?"
"Yeah, that'd be amazing," I say, still trying to process that this conversation is actually happening. Angelica Reed wants to jam with me? Is this real life?
I decide to crack a joke to keep things light. "So, what's a piano's favorite place to go on vacation?"
She looks at me, amused. "I have no idea. Where?"
"Key West," I say with a grin, immediately regretting it. "Okay, that was terrible."
She laughs, and it's the best sound I've heard all week. "It's not bad. I've heard worse jokes."
Feeling a bit braver, I try another one. "Why did the scarecrow become a successful musician?"
