5/3/2016
"Sorry to bother you guys again." The girl walked back into the room again.
"Can I barrow you for a minute?" She looked right at me, her brown eyes looking right passed me.
"Uh, sure. Yes, of course. Um, what is it you need?"
I followed her into the hallway and back put the main doors to a black van parked near by.
"I just need to get the rest of the supplies in the building and I'll be set." She said. As we took all the equipment out of the van and back into the building
I felt an awkward sense of dejah vu. I couldn't recall where I had seen this before.
When we finished bringing all the equipment in, I helped her set it all up in the studio.
"Thank you so much. I'm Evangeline." She extended her hand out to me for me to shake it. As I put my hand in her's, it was like getting hit by lighting.
"I'm Drew."
"Nice to meet you. So, are you a musician? Or just a producer?"
"Song writer actually."
"Oh that's so cool. So am I." She smiled at me.
YOU ARE READING
September met January on a rainy day in May.
Genç KurguDrew was an antisocial piano player who never fit in. Evangeline, was a violinist song writer who needed a new muse. Drew was hopeful and always believed in the impossible. Evangeline was skeptical and more of a realists. Drew believed in love at f...
