I was very early so I had plenty of free time so I decided to check out the music studio.
There wasn't a lot of students around yet, so I sat down after making myself a cup of tea from one of the coffee machines.
I sat at the piano and began to roughly play a song that I wrote, I closed my eyes, imaging I was performing in front of a live audience, singing every note of my song perfectly.
I opened my eyes up only to somebody else staring at me with bright blue eyes, his smile was an almost perfection to my visual surrounding and his hair was a perfect orange mess.
I felt my cheeks rise an almost scarlet red and looked down, as if the floor was more interesting than him.
"You have a very pretty voice" The guy spoke.
"Thank you" I said shyly.
"Does the pretty girl have a name?" He asked me.
"A-Abbie" I stuttered
"You seem shy" he told me, "Why would someone as talented as you be so... Not confident?"
I shrugged, "I've never sang in front of anyone before" I said quietly.
"Really?" He gapped.
I nodded.
"Do you know how to play guitar?" He asked me.
I shook my head.
"Do you want to hear a song that I wrote?" He asked
I nodded.
"One day I want it to reach the charts" he told me, beginning to get his guitar out.
"So you want to be a famous singer?" I asked him
He nodded
"So do I" I told him
He began to strum his guitar, it sounded so good that it was unreal.
Then his dreamy voice began to sing,
"White lips, pale face,
Breathing in the snowflakes,
Burnt lungs, sour taste,
Lights gone, days end,
Struggling to pay rent,
Long nights, strange men,
And they say she's in the class A- team,
Stuck in her daydream,
Been this way since 18,
But lately,
Her face seems,
Slowly sinking wasting,
Crumbling like pastries,
And they scream,
The worst things in life come free to us,
Cuz she's just under the upper hand,
Go mad for a couple grams,
And she don't wanna go outside,
Tonight,
And in a pipe she flies to the motherland,
Or sells love to another man,
It's too cold outside,
For angels to fly
For angels to flyyyyy-"
His voice was so beautiful, and his song was so perfect.
"That's all I've hot so far, because I'm still working on it" He told me.
"That's the best song I've ever heard!" I told him
I gave me a priceless grin.
"If you're ever famous, remember me, the one you first saw singing whilst her eyes were closed" I told him.
"And if you ever get famous, remember me as the first person you ever hear sing" he smiled.
I smiled back, god, I didn't even know his name yet it was like I was in love with him.
"So what are you doing to do today" he asked me.
"Well I'm going to join the quire and have some singing lessons, then in my frees I'm probably going to practice on the piano. Then at about 3' I have a job at the little coffee shop 'little mugs of joy' so I'll be off to work." I explained
"Sounds like you've got an interesting day planned ahead of you" He nodded.
I smiled, "So you're into playing guitars?" I asked. Smooth Abbie. Of corse he played guitar he just did it right in front of you.
"Uh yeah" he said.
"Coooool" I nodded awqardly.
"Uh" The guy pondered awqardly, scratching his head.
"I'm off to quire practice now, so I guess I'll see you later" I shrugged
"Um yeah, sure, cya" he said.
"Bye" I called from behind the door.
Wow Abbie, he's defiantly pulled.
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