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Not many people knew every little detail about Bob Sheldon. They only knew what he wanted them to know. I found myself yet again surprised at the boy in front of me when he pulls a guitar case out from the back seat of his car.
"I didn't know you played," I say softly, letting my eyes drink in the glossy wood of the instrument.
"Not many people do." Bob says honestly, beginning to fiddle with the strings, the corresponding notes following the movement. "It's one of the few things I keep to myself. My Aunt teaches me how to play different songs when she comes over on Sundays."
I lean my head on his shoulder, careful not to get in the way of the instrument. "Play me something." I request, my eyes looking up into his.
Bob nods wordlessly and begins strumming on the guitar. I listen to the chord progression, a soft smile coming over my face.
"Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday."
His voice is soft as he sings. It was deep yet soft at the same time. Bob always found a way to surprise me, I would have never thought he was musically inclined before tonight.
"Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said something wrong. Now I long for yesterday."
I feel myself humming along to his words. I knew the song, Kathy played it enough, she had the album on a record that she played when only I was around. She'd never let Evie or Sandy know of her love for The Beatles.
"Yesterday love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday."
I sing along with him, his eyes finding mine. He never once looked at the strings as he plucked.
"Why she had to go? I don't know, she wouldn't say. I said something wrong. Now I long for yesterday. Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play. Now I need a place to hide away. Oh, I believe in yesterday."
We finish the song together, the strumming stops and he puts the guitar down.
"I didn't know you sang." He says softly, his eyes searching mine.
