Classic Rock Imagines

Joe Walsh #1

Request

Imagine being the girlfriend of young Joe, who was just starting to get into music. Now, you already knew he was crazy talented, but he was always nervous about playing for you or showing you his work. But, lately he'd been busy lately, you assumed working on songs and things, but you missed him. You woke up one morning to a knock on your door. You stood up to go get it and it opened to reveal Joe standing there with an acoustic guitar in one hand and a little book in the other. He quickly met your lips with his, making you laugh as he had almost knocked you over. You smiled before he broke away with a happy expression.

"Sorry, I just missed you, couldn't help myself," he said as he strolled in past you.

You closed the door and stretched with a yawn before you walked over to sit down on the couch while he sat in the chair across from you, flipping through the pages of his little book, "What's this all about?"

"Well," he started nervously as he strummed his guitar, "I've been writing a lot and I thought it was time someone heard them."

You blushed while a flattered smile played on your lips, "I'm the first one you're playing them for?"

He nodded, "It seemed fitting, you're the one who encouraged me after all."

He began to play as you sat in amazement of the words he sang and the tunes that were being played on just that one guitar. After a while, you found yourself tearing up a bit. You realized Joe wasn't always going to be just yours, sitting in your living room playing for you and only you. He was going to make it like he'd always dreamed and these songs would belong to millions of other people, interpreting them the way they liked and crying just like you were. He came to a slow and looked up to see the tears streaming down your face.

"Hey," he said as he set down the guitar and moved towards you.

"No, no, keep playing," you said with a laugh as you tried to wipe the remaining tears from your face.

"Here," he said as he sat next to you and wiped them for you, "what's the matter?"

You let out a sigh and studied your boyfriend with a proud yet sad expression, "You're going to make it."

Joe seemed a little taken aback, but he couldn't but feel that excitement in the pit of his stomach, "I am?"

"Yes," you nodded, "without a doubt."

"Why are you crying?"

"Because I love you," you said, feeling more tears well up as you spoke, "I love you and so many others are going to love you too, and I suppose I'm afraid I won't be enough after that."

"That's just silly," he said as he pulled you into him, "you'll always be enough for me, because you know what sets you apart from them?"

"What does?"

"They can love me all they want, but I'll only love you."

You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly, burying your face in his warm chest, "Really?"

He nodded, "Really," and he placed a kiss on your head and continued to hold you and pet you for the rest of the morning.

Ah okay, so I have a ton of requests, but as you all know I love Syd Barrett, and I wrote this other imagine about him, would you guys mind if I posted it between all the requests? 😅