Serendipity

Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

(Note: All credits to the songs mentioned writing by Khy are to the original artist. Let's all pretend they were writing by the one Khy Anderson J )

Waking up to the light streaming through the window was amazing. I got up and headed to my bathroom taking a quick shower, brushing my teeth and changing. I hopped myself into a pair of black skinny jeans and placed a white shirt over my head.

As I reached the kitchen I spotted carter sitting at the island eating a bowl of luck charms. "Morning" He mumbled his mouth full of cereal.

I nod before grabbing a bowl myself, digging in. Excitement bubbled up in my stomach at the thought of attending my first class. I felt like a four year old right now going to their first day of school.

About five minutes later, Carter and I were on the wat to our classes since apparently they are near each other. Biding him a farewell, I went inside the room labeled 'Song writing' (original I know) and took a seat at the back of the class. Slowly the class started to fill, people taking seats and filling the class slowly.

"Good Morning class! Today states the start of our new project!" The class groaned in unison, as a man walked in. His hair was cut short and his brown leather jacket large on his body.

"What project Mr. Ronald?'' someone spoke up in the class, making the whole class ask questions repeatedly. I chuckled to myself slowly at everyone's childishness and leaned back in my chair.

"This year," Mr. Ronald starts, "The songwriters will be teaming up with music producers to what? To produce a bloody song. In the next ten minutes the music producers will walk through this door, with their partner's names fresh in their mind. Starting today you have three months to get the song written, sung, recorded and perfected for the big revel. The song can be any genre and any speed you want it. The end of the months we will have a vote to see who has the best song, that song will then be sold to a record company.''

The class was buzzing with enthusiasm and secretly I was too, this would be fun. I mean of course my writing has been off these pass months but maybe the music producer I will be teamed up with will help.

Mr. Ronald coughed before starting to talk, "You may begin now, the producers are on their way"

I quickly took out a piece of paper and scribbled some lyrics in my head, trying to pull something together. When the sound of the door opens, a group of people start to walk in and take seats next to some writers, obviously the music producers. No one sat next to me however, my eyes caught someone. Reese.

She walked in, her usual headphones placed on her head. She carried a laptop with her, a leather jacket on her body and jeans on her legs that looked like they could go one fore days. Her emerald green eyes scanned the room before the stopped on me. She squinted her eyes, before slowly walking over to me and taking a seat next to me.

I turned to her and smiled, "Hello! I'm Khy."

She opened her laptop, "Reese"

How did she even hear me?

I tapped her shoulder, making her turn to me. I made sure she was looking before I spoke, "are we going to discuss anything or?"

She slammed her laptop close before she turned to me and took her headphones off, "Okay ... what do you want?"

I could hear the sound of the chemical romance beat through the headphones that were placed around her neck, slowly I spoke, "What genre?"

"That's your choice, I take it your singing the song." She stated, staring at me blankly before her eyes looked around the room.

"Maybe we should do a slow song? " I asked, trying to keep a conversation up.

"You know what. Khy, you're the singer and the song writer. You write the song, you let me review the song and edit it then we will talk. You are not really doing a good job with your music right now , maybe this will actually help you have good music." She snapped. Ouch.

"I'm sorry my music is not in your taste but did you really have to insult my music?" I replied defensively.

"I like all types of music, you just seem to not do as well. "

"What is that supposed to mean?" with that she reached in her bag and pulled out some earphones, plugging them into her laptop and opening it up. She passes me a bud before placing one her ear opening a software.

"Your song thinking out loud, it was too bloody fast listen." With that she played my song, my head started to bob to the song. "Don't fucking bob your head ... the songs horrible? The lyrics are good but the song bleh."

I looked at her shocked, how she could just insult me.

"Now, listen to the version I made. I slowed down your vocals changed the backing track and bam! A new song, even better."

She started to play the version she made, the sound of a guitar filling my ears. I sat there in shock to the sound of my song. It did sound better, amazing actually.

"That does sound good." I spoke, taking the ear bud out." My producer never thought of that. "

"Of course he didn't." She stated, putting her headphones back on. That was it, that's all she is going to say.

I sat there looking at the blank pieces of papers on my desk, she continued to do thing on the laptop. My mind flashed through my songs and wondered how many of them that Reese could change to make them into something as beautiful as Thinking out loud. She truly was musically gifted.

As the bell rand, she stood up and turned to me her cold eyes looking at me.

"You have a week to write lyrics. When you are done you slide them under my door. You talk to me out of class I won't talk , you talk to me at lunch or dinner I won't talk , you knock on my door I won't answer. You slide that piece of paper under my door and I will come to you. You get it? "

I nodded, standing up and placing my hand out. She looks at it before nodding back at me and walking away, her laptop in her hands again.

Seriously? What's wrong with this girl?

With frustration I walked back to my dorm, I walked into my room and took out my song journal and looked through some songs I wrote through the past week. I tore out a song I thought was good enough called emerald and left to her dorm room. I stood outside, her room looking at the oak door. Should I knock? I don't know.

Maybe not she said she would not answer, with that I crouched down and slid the paper under the door.

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A/N

FINALLY! Woohooo

Next two chapters up next weekend

Thanks for all the love J