''Sally! Who the fuck is Sally, John?''
John lightly chuckles. ''Calm down Misty, she's just my guitar.''
Misty expression scarcely changes from anger to.... happiness.
''What Misty? What's so funny?'' John says sternly
''Nothing babe. I think it's really cute.'' She says with an irritating laugh. ''Calm down. It's fine with me. This isn't the first time I heard of a guy naming his guitar. Don't all guys do that?''
''Thanks for ruining my excitement.'' John's been feeling kinda depressed and she knew about it. ''I'm not keen on the statistics, but I suppose you might be right.''
''So tell me about it. Why did you tell me?'' Misty ask.
''I'm bringing it tomorrow.''
''Are you going to write me a song? You know you have to teach me now!'' Misty shouts with glee. ''You shouldn't have to even think about it, John.''
John knew he was going to be asked that. ''It's not that simple Misty. It took me a year to get this good.''
Misty's expression saddens horribly. ''Fine, I'll teach you soon.'' John lies to her just to make her happy. He loved making her happy even if it meant he had to tell a little lie.
''I love you!'' Misty shouts with a smile filled with zeal.
The Next Day...
They meet underneath the same wellow tree everyday at the same time after school. The two love birds are only in high school. John, a Junior and Misty, a Senior. Misty sits under the old wellow try in the middle of the Bank Ford park waiting for his boyfriend to show. Everything is perfect on this warm sunny day. But what is a day spent without enjoying it with the one you love?
The sound of an untoned guitar could be heard reverberating around the park. Misty stands to attention looking around desperately looking, hearing, hoping for the sight of him. The music stops. She stops in her place, thinking to herself that she might be hearing things. Until, she feels a hand touch her shoulder. She turns a blind eye and yells John's name and gives the figure a hug. Misty looks up to see a man similar to John. ''Hi to you too hun. I just wanted to ask if you had seen this dog,'' the elderly man says holding up a pic of a little white dog. She withdraws from the man. ''No I haven't seen your dog,'' she shyly says with an awkward smile. ''Well, okay,'' the elderly man says walking away.
''Hey Misty.'' A voice softly exerts. She turns around and shines a smile at the one she's been waitng for. ''Where have you been?'' She ask. ''That's not important now my love. Come sit with me under the calm shade under this oak tree.'' Misty does as he ask of her and listens to the strings being strums and his words being sung.
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Sally - Prologue
Historia CortaA guitarist had bad experiences in life and has trouble expressing his feelings to his gf, so he decides to write songs instead of just talking about his issues. And so, music is therapy.
