It's Been Awhile

First met

I had recently moved to LA because of a studio job I had gotten. I'm an audio engineer, and had spent the passed few years touring with musicians. Most of my summers since college graduation were me on a bus with sweaty men touring the US on Vans Warped Tour. I lived out that dream that I had been dreaming since I was fourteen.

I enjoyed touring and seeing the world. I probably would have continued to do it if I hadn't gotten a call from the recording studio of my dreams to come and work with them. Five years of travel wasn't necessarily enough for me but, it was an opportunity I wasn't about to pass up. Plus, I was ready to trade in sound checks and lighting for mixing new music. Don't get me wrong, I love my job, but working with musicians to produce new music was a different dream just as strong as the other.

One of the first shops I had discovered, and one of the reasons I moved to the apartment I had moved to, was a little hipster record shop a block away from where I lived. I was sifting through the classical section to see if anything looked interesting. I had noticed a Vivaldi recorder concerto and picked it up. Examining the outer art and flipping it over to see which ones were on the vinyl. I then heard a familiar voice say, "That's an unusual choice. Especially for someone of your style."

"What? The purple hair, septum, and tattoos automatically puts me with one genre?" I question the girl that had commented on my choice.

She stared me with her sea blue eyes that were so clear I thought I could almost see her soul. Quickly, we both shied away from each others glances. "Recorder concertos are an unique thing to be looking for in general. However, I'm sorry for making assumptions."

"It's okay. Everyone does it. I just would expect something different from you." Her eyebrows curved in confusion. She pushed her blonde bangs to the side, a fidget that she must do when she thinks.

"Umm. Okay well, I'm Hannah Hart." She stuck out her hand as a peace offering.

"I know. I would say I'm a bit of a Hartosexual but, I'm really a self proclaimed Kitchenette. I'm Lilyann Ward. Most people call me Lily but I don't have a preference." I excepted her hand and she started to laugh.

"That would explain why you talked to me as it if you knew me. It's nice to meet you, Lilyann."

"It's really nice to meet you as well, Hannah." I smiled at her. She actually was taller than I expected. Of course I'm only about an inch taller than her at 5'4", Grace and Mammrie must be pretty tall.

"Umm, I know this good coffee shop down the road if you want to hang out sometime," she said a little nervous. She seemed to not want to look at me very often. Looking back on it, she seemed really nervous when she first said something.

"That would be great! I just recently moved here so, that would be cool," I replied maybe a bit too soon, "how about tomorrow around noon?" My mind started to do that over-thinking thing it does when I mess up even the littlest bit. I started to over analyze everything I had done and said around her up to this point. My cheeks were probably red, not helping my situation.

"Okay, it's a date then," she said but quickly followed it up with, " I mean not a date date but, like, a friend date. I don't even know if you're like that."

"Its fine Hannah," I said to stop her from beating herself up, "I knew what you meant." I smiled real big so she knew that I understood.

"Right, sorry. I should probably go before I make even more of a fool of myself." Her cheeks were a rosy red.

"I should, too. I shouldn't let you see how crazy I am until, at least, the third date," with that I left because I realized what I had said. While I made my way to the cash register I could feel my face being inflamed and my mind was going a mile a minute.

I payed for my finds and walked out of the shop. I made it about three squares of sidewalk away when I heard a voice call my name.

"Wait, Lilyann, is it a date or not," Hannah shouted towards me from the shop door.

"It is if you want it to be."

"A date it is, then," her lisp stood out more then it did when we were just talking. It was kind of adorable.

That is how I first met Hannah Hart.