Shower Thoughts -- Luke Hemmings AU

Two - Morning Music

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

I slowly opened my eyes, a little groggy but still confused.

I unlocked my phone to check the time. 7:15 A.M.

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

Was that someone singing?

I quickly got up and started walking around my home to get a clearer sound.

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

Soon enough I concluded the sound wasn't from any wall but rather from above. Which seemed rather fitting since the voice was that of an angel.

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

At this point I was completely awestruck, silently standing near the bathroom where the sound came through the best.

Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

Me being the musical person I am was utterly enchanted by the beautiful voice echoing through my apartment. Whoever it was had amazing range and voice control. I've always been a sucker for a man with that kind of musical talent.

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Suddenly, the voice stopped. I couldn't help myself from frowning. I was enjoying the show.

I thought back to the time. I was woken up at 7:15.

"hmm, I'll remember that"

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The next day I woke myself up to an alarm at 7:15A.M.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a song was flooding my apartment. 

This time, Ed Sheeran's sweet lyrics were replaced by Bruno Mars.

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

I couldn't help but smile. I feel like I'm getting to know this guy through his voice. I've never met him but I look forward to hearing him. 

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause girl, you're amazing

Just the way you are

I close my eyes and silently harmonize to his words. The song is one I personally love so following along was obviously no issue. 

I have always been an alto, so I tend to look for harmony and sing that instead. It adds an extra layer of sweet sound that is music to my ears. 

Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she'd let me

Her laugh her laugh, she hates but I think it's so sexy

She's so beautiful

And I tell her everyday

Soon enough, I was singing along at a normal volume, dancing softly around the room. 

"Oh, you know, you know, you know I'd never ask you to change

If perfect's what you're searching for, then just stay the same"

Making sure to throw in those riffs that Bruno Mars does oh so well, I sang out the lyrics to myself. 

"So don't even bother asking if you look okay

You know I'll say"

I felt like I was back in high school choir, singing great songs with other people who had the same love for music that I do. Though, my neighbor, the angel, had no clue I was listening to him, let alone singing with him. 

He turned off the shower and stopped singing before hitting the chorus again, which saddened me. Why couldn't he finish out that part? 

"I guess I'll have to do it myself."

I sang at a pretty decent volume, not wanting to disturb anyone but at the same time silently hoping my angelic stranger would hear me. I could hear him walking around above me, probably continuing on with his morning routine.

"When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are"

The footsteps came to a halt. As if he was trying to listen for a voice like I had been doing for two days.

Then, as I finished out the chorus, his voice came though again.

"And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause girl, you're amazing

Just the way you are".

Then, there was silence. I silently hoped that that small interaction would be enough for him to come to my door dying to know who the stranger was who was singing, just like I've been wanting to do to him. 

But nothing. Just silence ensued. 

I guess I can't blame the guy. He did  just get out of the shower. 

Still, I couldn't help but smile and laugh to myself.

How can I possibly have a bad day after a morning like that?

And in the back of my mind, I hoped my angelic stranger was thinking the same thing.

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