Heartstrings in Brooklyn

Chapter 1

chapter one- "Life comes when it comes, don't rush it"

"I'll be like an hour, I'm just popping to the shop to grab food." Brogan calls up the stairs on his way out of the door.

"Alright" I shout back before standing up and heading towards my guitar, mic, camera and laptop. I like to record songs, both originals and covers. I keep them on my laptop, sometimes send them to record labels and other people in the hope that someday I'll have recognition or the nerve to upload them to YouTube. My guitar is a beautiful instrument and is literally my most important possession which I'll forever keep and cherish, it Could fall apart and I would still keep it. It sounds incredible, but also looks amazing too. It's white, but has a slightly marbled effect. I've owned it since I moved here, kind of as a moving gift from my parents. I set up my camera and mic on my desk, and place my laptop next to it to set up my programmes I need to record. I start a new recording and sing an original song id written for a few months, and is finally ready. It is of course an acoustic song, but though that is the type of music I produce on my own, I don't just love that genre, and I literally love anything, even rock, minus the screaming. I find that every single song, no matter how boring, stupid or wrong you may feel a song is, the singer or writer had a very different view, they had a reason behind it. That fact does make my music all different though, and if I didn't only have limited instruments and software, I would produce other music too. It isn't long into my recording that the doorbell rings and I have to stop the recording and probably restart it all. Getting up off of my seat, I walk downstairs and open the door, but I'm not surprised when it's Alex arriving.

"Oh, hey, he's gone to the shop." I smile allowing him into the house. My house is basically his second home, and the same goes for Brogan, although Alex doesn't live with his parents.

"That's cool, I'll wait for him." He chuckles. I head towards the kitchen with Alex following and grab two cans of cola from the fridge, throwing one in his direction as he catches it and pops it open.

"Thanks." He smiles.

"No problem, anyway I'll be upstairs if you need me, go and watch TV or something." I laugh as I head back to my room.

Fully engrossed with my song. I don't even realise Alex standing in the doorway when I finish recording.

"shit." I whisper, feeling my face flush with embarrassment and pushing a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. 

"I knew you sang, but I never knew you were that amazing, you literally have an angelic voice Paisley." He walks into my room slightly more.

Blushing even more, I stand up and walk over to my bed, patting the space next to me for him to join. His hair is a slightly messy style, but never too messy, it's straight and he has it like guys did in the 80's or 90's, like curtains as some might say... Its brown and he has dark eyes which aren't a particular colour, they're a bit of everything, like marbles.

"And your playing is great too." He continues. I shuffle slightly, people complimenting me makes me feel awkward.

"I just kind of want to get another person on board, but I have no clue how to get someone else to come, without paying them. You know, for backing singing and another instrument." I laugh.

"I drum, and sing as you know, although I'm not as great as you, but we could always try at my apartment, see how the drums fit with you." He offers, and immediately I accept his offer, I always forget he can sing and play the drums. Just then the sound of the front door interrupts our planning of the following day.

"Pais, is Alex here I saw his car outside?" Brogans calls, so we go downstairs to see him.

"Hey bro" Alex smiles as he grabs a beer from the fridge.