―❝ Do you see what I see? You and me, it's like a movie scene. That's the way you know it should be. The two of us together.❞
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―❝ violet sullivan has been a next door neighbor to the fullers for her whole life being best friends with jackson fulle...
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Since Jackson has been busy with summer school, Violet tried focusing more on her music. She practiced and played whenever she had the chance. She would wrote whatever came to mind that she thought would be a good song lyric. That way so she wouldn't forget it.
She's been working on this song for awhile and recently finally finished it. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with it. She didn't want to keep it all to herself, but she wasn't sure if she wanted to share it. She wasn't even sure if she was ready. She wasn't sure if she could handle people listening to it and hearing the words that came from her heart. So, instead, she asked Stephanie for advice. She had a feeling Stephanie would understand. Stephanie was a musician herself, and she had always been supportive of Violet's music. Violet felt like she could talk to her, and Stephanie would give her honest, unbiased feedback.
"Hey, Violet. How's it going?" Stephanie greeted her as she entered the room.
"Hey. I'm okay." Violet sighs and ran a hand through her hair. "How's your leg?" She asked, her gaze falling on Stephanie's leg that had a cast on it. Stephanie had fallen in a gopher hole and now had to wear a cast for six weeks.
Stephanie shrugs with a strained smile. "It's definitely a hassle, but I'm managing. It's just a temporary thing, and it hasn't slowed me down too much. I'm actually quite impressed with how well I'm managing to get around despite the cast."
Violet chuckles, shaking her head in sympathy. "Well, I'm glad you're holding up okay. I'm sure it's not easy."
Stephanie waves off her concern with a dismissive gesture. "Don't worry about me. I'm fine." She says. "Now, what did you need help with?"
Violet bites her lip and takes a deep breath. "I just finished with this song I've been working on." Violet replies, glancing at her nervously. "I'm not sure what to do with it."
"Oh? Can I hear it?" Stephanie asked hopefully, smiling at her.
"Maybe." Violet blushed and bit her lip. She felt a mix of anxiety and excitement. Sharing her music always seemed like a big step, but she trusted Stephanie and knew she'd get honest feedback.
"Come on, please?" Stephanie begs, her eyes shining. "I'm sure it's amazing!"
"Okay, fine. But you can't be biased, and you have to be honest." Violet replied, her voice slightly stern.
"Okay, okay. I promise." Stephanie raised her hands in defense, making Violet roll her eyes and chuckle a little.
"Alright. Oh, also, been learning acoustic guitar so don't blame me if it sounds a bit rough." Violet added, smiling slightly despite her nerves.
Stephanie gave her an encouraging nod. "I'm sure it'll be great. Just play it when you're ready."
Violet took a deep breath and picked up her guitar. She adjusted her position, feeling the familiar weight of the instrument in her hands. As she strummed the opening chords, she felt her nerves settle slightly. The music had always been a refuge for her, a place where she could be herself. She grew more comfortable as she kept singing, becoming stronger and more confident. She started singing, her voice initially shaky but growing stronger as she got into the song. The lyrics were deeply personal, a reflection of her emotions and experiences. As she played, she felt a sense of release, a letting go of some of the fears she'd been holding onto.
