Turning the Rebel Good

Chapter Thirteen - How Was She?

*Ryan's POV*

Since dad and One Direction were leaving, I led the gang to the music room. 

"Wow. We never saw this room." Luke said as he swiped his hands across the piano. 

I laughed as I took my acoustic guitar off it's stand. I started strumming the chords to Love Bug. 

*"Called you for the first time yesterday 

Finally found the missing part of me 

Felt so close but you were far away 

Left me without anything to say 

Now I'm speechless, over the edge and just breathless 

I never thought that I'd catch this, love bug again 

Hopeless, head over heels in the moment 

I never thought that I'd get hit, with this love bug again 

I can't get your smile out of my mind 

I think about your eyes all the time 

Beautiful but you don't even try 

Modesty is just so hard to find 

Now I'm speechless, over the edge and just breathless 

I never thought that I'd catch this, love bug again"* 

I stopped strumming and looked at the guys, waiting for their reaction. 

"That was amazing!" Tristen smiled wide at me. 

"Fantastic." Luke said. 

The gang started clapping and then my father walked in. 

"Ryan!" He smiled. "Why have you never told me you had such a great talent?" He asked surprised. 

"I thought you left." I said, setting my guitar down. 

"That doesn't answer my question." He rolled his eyes. 

"I didn't think it was important." I muttered. 

"Of course it is!" He nearly yelled. 

"If you say so." I scratched the back of my neck. 

"Let's go to the studio with the boys." He suggested. 

"Nahh." I waved a hand at him. 

"Let's go now." He replied sternly. 

"Can we go?" Jake asked. 

"Sorry boys, this is business." He said apologetically. 

"We understand." Aaron said. 

"See you tomorrow Ryan." Tristen hugged me. 

"Bye!" The rest of the boys said. 

"Bye guys!" I yelled as they walked out of the room. 

"Now let's go do some recording." Dad cheered, walking out. 

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When we reached the dad's music industry building, we got separated into different recording studios. The guy who is gonna work the controls while I record is Freddie. And may I say, he isn't bad looking. 

"When you're ready just go ahead and sing." His Australian voice rang through the booth. 

I gave him a nod. I took a deep breath and began singing what first came to mind.