Luca strum the strings of his guitar trying to get a feel of the tune so he could find the prefect words. He was going to audition for the school's talent show and he wanted to sing the perfect song. He tugged on his hair frustrated. The talent show was in four days and he only had the tune he didn't have any lyrics. As soon as something came to him it went away just as fast. He didn't want to write a sappy love song but he also didn't want to write a sad song/a pop song that you could dance to. He wanted something in the middle. But sadly for him sappy love songs is all he's been writing for the last three years because of Chris.
Finding the tune was hard too. When he began all he had was a blank notepad and a pen with his guitar beside him. He was at a diner in town with Chris when this beat got stuck in his head. He did everything to make it stay. He asked to take him home quickly so he could write down the notes. They decided to walk that day so Luca took Chris's hand and start running all the while humming the tune to himself. On the way this truck passed them blaring some old time music, Luca quickly realize he was humming the tune to the song. He start panicking when he thought he forgot it but it suddenly pop back into his head.
Writing music was sometimes so hard for him but it was his passion. He wanted to be a famous singer one day. He wanted to hear people singing the words to his songs. He wanted people to wait in line to see his shows. He wanted all the good things that came with fame. He didn't really care about the money too much but that also came with fame and he would like to buy his mom and dad everything they every wanted because they've both sacrificed so much for him to have a good life.
He took up the notepad and stared at it. Some people say the music comes to you, that if you concentrate hard enough the words will just come to you, sometimes it's true and other times like this he really wanted to give up. He was about to call it a day when a song popped into his head. He heard it a while ago on Chris's iPod when he slept over. Instead of writing a song he was going to do a cover. And what made it better was it was everything he wanted, you could dance to it but not wildly more like swaying or bobbing your head, it was sort of like a love song with a twist, and it was also Chris's favorite song.
He grabbed his phone off his desk and dialed Chris's number. He couldn't wait to tell him.
