He is there, in front of me. With a guitar in his hands, sitting on the desk with his hands smoothly strumming through the instrument. I never had any interest in guitars much though my brothers had an obsession for it. But when he played it I got to realize what beautiful thing it is, and what melodies it can make. I try my best not to fix my eyes upon him but somehow my eyes turn to be stubborn. I try my best to block out the music so I can avoid tapping my shoes on the ground and smile generously but... What can I say? Nothing seems to be in control. Automatically like he had his magic fingers I start to sing, the moment the music enters my ears I am stamping my feet with the rythm and I am singing a song. Out aloud. I don't know what it is that is driving me crazy. The music or HIM.
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