Unrequited

Someday We'll Know-Mandy Moore featuring Jonathan Foreman

Someday we'll Know-Mandy Moore featuring Jonathan Foreman (6)

I WATCH THE STARS CRASH IN THE SEA. IF I COULD ASK GOD, JUST ONE QUESTION; WHY AREN'T YOU HERE WITH ME—TONIGHT?

My sun is a little brighter today and I jumped to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Nothing was different but I feel like everything is. I was smiling, I guess, and that was a big difference.

I went in the shower and even though it was a bit colder, I couldn't contain myself from singing songs I've sang last night and the day before.

It was like a remix and I was laughing after.

When I picked out my outfit for the day, I couldn't decide which suited my mood best. Majority of my closet bore only dark colors and whatever bright dress I had was just that--a dress. Then out of the corner of my eye, a shiny material stood out among the rest. It was a thin fabric of faded gold that looked best with my faded blue jeans and white sneakers. I wear that and looked at the mirror with a bright smile, brighter than my shirt.

I was almost out the door when mom called me for breakfast but I responded with a 'no thanks.' She still help me up and took one look at me before grinning widely. She beckoned me over and I obliged.

"What?" I asked, suddenly conscious.

"Come here." Mom holds me close and turns me around. Then slowly she began working with my hair until it was formed in a lose bun. "There," she says. "Now you look like a proper musician."

I kissed her cheek and went out the door, determined to take my morning walk keeping my good mood on.

I wasn't halfway there when an apple-green convertible pulled up beside me. I glanced and did a double take. And as if my morning couldn't be any better, I grinned.

"Good morning," I say.

"Good morning," he replied, smiling.

-

We arrived in school early—well, for me it is. If I had walked there, I'll have fifteen minutes before the time. I got here forty-five minutes before so we spent the early morning in the music room. The band we played with—our first, where we played Simple Song with—were there. They greeted M warmly and gave me an encouraging nod.

One of them gestures at my hair. "I like your do."

Matt looks at him, stifling a chuckle, as he elbows his other band mate. "Yeah, and your, uh, blouse..."

I murmured 'thank you' like a normal person and let them give me the microphone. I didn't know what song we were going to sing today so I let them play something first.

Matt began to strum the guitar and the drums set on. Slowly I realized that this song was somewhat out of my reach.

But I sang the best I can. My tongue got tied though—and literally, on Tongue Tied by this band I can't remember the name. I held them off when the chorus finished. "Sorry, guys, I kind of lost it there for a bit. I—"

"Yeah, we know," M says and another one added. "We noticed."

"I just, it's a good song, but I...you know, can't do that genre yet." I admitted sheepishly and felt like I was shrinking. "Can you guys do me a favour, though?"

"What?" Bass dude says and I can't believe I forgot his name.

"Can you give me a minute or three? I wanted to work on something." I said and Matt looked at me, asking if he was included. "Up to you," I mouthed and the band regrouped, talking amongst themselves.