I sat in my favorite chair in the band room, my guitar preached up on my knee. Staying after school anyways because I had to pick up my little sister in a half of hour anyways from the elementary. I hummed the cord and then started to strum. I sang some lyrics I came up on my own. I could do this for hours. Though my family didn't approve. They were all 'sports and smarts'. My little sister was only in 2nd grade and was already in soccer and dance. Basically they failed having me be the star kid so they are trying my sister now. I tried to be the perfect girl they wanted. But I love music. I can't change that. Music makes me feel something. Tells the feelings word can't explain. 
                              I glanced up. 
                              A guy. Who oh my broccoli was a hunk. Stood smiling at me. 
                              "You are really good," He said. 
                              "You are really creepy. How long have you been standing there?" I asked. He chuckled. 
                              "Only a minute. I forgot my guitar in here actually," He said and walked over to a case that sat in the back of the room. 
                              "You play," I stated. 
                              "I do indeed," He smiled he grabbed a chair. "Can I join you?" He asked. I nodded. 
                              "Who are you?"
                              "Shawn. You?" He asked. 
                              "Y/N,"
                              "I like it," I smiled. 
                              "Thank you,"
                              "You are really good," He said. 
                              "Not really," 
                              "Well you can sing too," He said.
                              "Can you?" I asked. 
                              "A little,"
                              "Show me,"
                              "Okay- he cleared his throat- 
                              And I will walk this road ahead
One hundred miles on my hands
Do I need to show you?
Guess I gotta show you
And if you don't believe me now
I'll flip the whole world upside down
Do I need to show you?
Guess I gotta show you," He sand strumming. I laughed and clapped. He fake bowed. I smiled. 
                              "Was that your own?" I asked. 
                              "Yeah I wrote it about a month ago," He said. 
                              "You are like really good." I said
                              "So are you," 
                              "You will become famous. I swear," I said. 
                              "Well. When I do I guess I know who my song partner will be," He winked. 
                              "Promise," I joked.
                              "Pinky," He smiled.
                              Man, I should've bet him a mustang or something because like I said he became famous.
                              And he kept his promise.
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