These Beautiful Flaws of Mine

Day 11

Day 11: Write a scene where one of the characters is a musician. 

Lightly strumming my guitar, I sang aloud my inner most thoughts, glad to have the campsite to myself. The woods surrounded me, making it hard for light to fully settle on one spot. It danced through the branches of the trees and flickered over everything.

A melody of light singing filled the air as I started to play the E chord. I smiled at the strange voice and kept on playing, hoping the stranger would walk out. He kind of sounded like Jimmy Clayton, an older musician whose songs you have to look up in order to hear them. One of Jimmy's famous songs is "Blue Jeans" and his voice is kind of soft and sweet, unlike all of those edgy rock stars we have today. 

"She's in the class A-team, stuck in her daydream, been this way since eighteen..." the voice sang as the stranger walked on by. He stopped, pulled out his earbuds and turned around to the sound of my guitar playing. I smirked, laughing at my idea of him singing intentionally to the chords I was playing. Obviously, he wasn't. 

"It's too cold outside, for angels to fly..." I sang with a small smirk. He laughed and I recognized the supposed "stranger" in front of me by that cute little laugh. 

"Do I know you from somewhere?" He stepped out of the shadows and I looked into his eyes with a mischievous grin. 

"Why I don't think I've ever seen you before! What's your name sweet thing?" I sing-songed in a sexy response and blushed at how forward I was.

"Lance," he chuckled in response and sat next to me. "And you are?"

"Emmelia," I giggled at how silly we were being, loving the way he was conversing with me. I haven't seen this side of him in ages! 

"So you play guitar huh?' he nodded towards the guitar resting on my lap. 

"Been playing off and on for the past five years," I responded and then let out a sad sigh. "Unfortunately, I haven't been as consistent as I thought I would at the start. I'm actually very rusty."

"My brother has been teaching me off and on as well," he admitted then motioned to my guitar. "May I?"

"Sure!" I beamed, excited to hear what he was capable of and quickly handed it to him. 

"I find it funny that you brought an electric guitar in an outdoors setting! How odd," he teased as he held it close to his stomach and reached for the pic in my hand, brushing my fingers lightly with his as he pried it out of their grasp. 

"I should've gone for an acoustic guitar, but my dad bought this for me. Ironic, it was just a year before my parents divorced that I got this beauty," I sighed heavily, holding back as many emotions as I could, trying hard not to scare him away like I usually do. 

"Kind of a sentimental piece, I'm guessing?" he replied in a knowing voice as he gently stroked the neck of the guitar. 

"Yeah," I started picking my nails. trying to fight the tears that threatened to come. 

I didn't have to say anymore as he began strumming chords and lightly humming the song he learned. It was unrecognizable at first, but then I recognized the song almost instantly. He was playing the same song he played three years ago! Biting my lip, I felt a lone tear trickle down my cheek as all of the old feelings start to reignite again. Lance always seemed to make me fall for him every single time we interact, and it's getting really frustrating. No matter how hard I've tried to push those feelings away, they seem to come back in distasteful amounts in the most unsettling times. These feelings have suffocated me so much, I can't seem to breathe.