Chapter 26

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Hunter was on the stage messing with his guitar. He had a pencil and notepad next to him. Matt came up to him and asked, "You working on a new song?"

Hunter looked up. "Just writing down some ideas."

Matt picked up Hunter's notepad. "There's a painting hanging somewhere in Paris," he read.

"Like it?"

"Every song you've written had been a hit. I'm sure this one will be, too." Matt handed him his notepad back.

Hunter got back to writing and he finally finished the song. He passed it around to his band so they could read it.

"How does it go?" Sam asked. Hunter played it on guitar. Suddenly, Allie cam through the music room doors.

"Allie!" Hunter handed Matt his guitar and ran towards her. "Are you ok?" She just looked at him. "What's wrong?" She didn't reply, and that worried him. He tried to give her a hug, but she backed away. "Allie, what's wrong? Please tell me. You're worrying me."

"Oh, I am, am I?" She was trembling. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her.

"Yes, you have been since you pulled me into the music room." She didn't say anything else. "Would you like to go home?" She looked at him. "Right, you're not gonna talk."

They left and she didn't say a single word the whole ride. When Hunter pulled inter her driveway, she got out and slammed the door, making Hunter flinch.

"What did I do?" he asked himself. "I've been nice to her ever since the day I met her. I don't see how she could act like this." He sat there thinking.

After a couple more minutes, he pulled out of the driveway. When he got to the hotel, he went to his room and laid down on his bed. "It just doesn't make sense." He checked his phone, looking at the text he got from Allie that morning. "Something was different about her text." He wanted to text her, but he left the urge alone and when to sleep, thinking about Allie and the song he wrote about her.

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