"Whoa, I like this."
"Really? I thought it was kinda rough."
"No, no. I love it. The lyrics are so real and the sound, ugh! Your sound is so raw. It's like that perfect theme song to the best day ever." We sat in the recording studio as she listened to my music that I had recorded about a week before.
"I really like this."
"Th-thanks. I kinda just write for days. I never plan anything out. Mainly because, I don't know how to plan for anything." I said sheepishly.
"That's good though. Music is all about feeling and what you want to say from the top of your head and the deepest parts of your mind. Trying to plan that, wouldn't make it a real song."
"Whoa." I was shocked. Her words captured me so well it was like a moth following the light of a bug zapper.
"Sorry, was that too corny just now? I'm kind of a zen weirdo ya know?"
"No, it's fine. I like it. it's fine."
Evangeline smiled at me and I couldn't help but feel this sudden feeling of happiness when I smiled back.
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September met January on a rainy day in May.
Teen FictionDrew 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...
