Hey Angel. //h.s//

//Isn't She Lovely?//

//Harry//

The bright light hit my face. I stood there blinded with my knees buckling beneath my clothes. My skinny jeans surprisingly disguising the nerves rushing through my body. My fingers gripped the mic stand and adjusted it to my height, making sure my mouth was directly opposite it. There in the corner of my eye, sat a piano with a blonde behind it, her fingers sprawled on the keys eagerly waiting to begin, finding myself too focused on her lips to notice that there was another person on the stage helping set up, his body wrapped in black. But as I let my green eyes gaze up at hers, I happen to notice that hers were stuck on the door, watching as my audience filed in. She looked scared, almost terrified that the wrong person might just walk in. She was intriguing to say the least.

My chance arises. I was here to prove that this is it for me. There is nothing left on this earth that I want. Now there's no more time to let my thoughts get to me. Introducing myself as Harry, I stare at her one more time, seeking her approval. I pick up my guitar, placing the strap around my neck, I play the first chord. As I let the words flow out, I almost become to caught up in the lips of everyone curving upwards to realise that I am actually playing my music. I stare at them until their reactions are masked with the spotlight that reflect on their faces. I use the intervals between each song to look at her, gesturing that I'm appreciative of everything she's doing for me. I earn a nod in return.

My set list full of other artist's songs, including two that were my originals. There would be the odd person who would lean over to their friend and whisper something, however I was too wrapped up in the moment to care about what has been said or what will be said. It's strange because during this precise moment in time I have finally realised that I completely disagree with that saying, you know, 'seize the moment' purely because you never truly do. The moment seizes you, it always has. It is always going to constantly be right now. I smile at the trail my thoughts have left behind in my mind; time to enjoy this Styles, this may as well be your only chance.

After the lyrics had eventually been spun off my tongue, I stay standing as they all clap my performance. Heavy breaths escape from my mouth in the form of pants. My heart is beating faster, I can feel my pupils dilating, everything becomes slower. We begin walking off stage when everyone starts chanting my name. 'It seems like they want more' she laughs to me, her voice is like honey as it drips off her tongue.
As I waltz back to centre stage, I find myself exuding confidence, 'okay, I'm gonna play one last song for you guys' and with that, I pick up my guitar and start plucking my strings, I wait for her to find the keys and her rhythm before I start singing.

Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
Without you who conceived the one
That's so very lovely made from love

I finish my encore and take a mini bow, my dimples have now permanently dented into my cheeks as I walk off stage once more. Soon the clapping dies down and everyone eventually gets up and saunters to the door, leaving one by one. Some glancing back at me, earning extra smiles off of them, they liked me. They really liked me. I spin around and walk towards the pretty blonde haired girl.

This is my chance to look at her, I mean I really look. From the blonde hair that trailed down her back to the Converse on her feet. She was bent over, pushing her stool in underneath the piano. Her blue skinny jeans that clung to her legs, her red and blue plaid shirt that hung loose around her chest and now her blonde hair was being tied up in a high pony tail. She turns around and I see her face properly, I can concentrate on every feature. Her lips painted red with lipstick, untouched and perfect, her eye lids decorated with a black line. A small necklace adorned her neck, with a garnet gem hanging from the silver chain. I would be lying if I said I didn't find the girl attractive. However this isn't boy meets girl, boy falls in love. I finally have my priorities and in all honesty I just want to leave. 

'H-Hi, I just wanted to say thanks for tonight, you were uh, great' I stutter out, real smooth. Just because I'm a mumbling fool, again, it means nothing. I'm being polite, now leave. Walk out the fucking door and go celebrate this mini success Harry. 

'Oh yeah, it's fine, you were amazing up there. Congrats on the encore, it's not often to see newbies earn that kind of reaction.' She says sheepishly as she bows her head. I'm no newbie, alright, well I technically am. I reprimand myself with a frown, however it turns into an inquisitive look when she lifts her head and her eyes wides. I pivot round on my feet to face the fairly tanned male with a smirk across his lips, his eyes gazing up at the girl behind me.
'H-How d-did you find m-me?' she stuttered out.

'You were never that hard to find, surely you remember doll?'