"Oh, she is joining the String Assemble? When is it?"
"Umm... Thursday?" I said reluctantly.
Hoping for something to happen will never work, and I didn't learn that yet.
Foolish as I was, I turned over the opportunity to join the club. I should have ..... but what was stopping me?
Instead of me, my friend took the step.
Every Thursday I would peek through the tiny window at the back of the room to get a glimpse of her, while I cross my fingers hoping that my friend hasn't captured her heart.
Even though she played a wrong note, it still sounded melodies to my ears.
I must be tone death.....then again I play the guitar. I don't get it, what's happening?
Each time she made a mistake, she would blush.
That's so cute.
Each time someone made her angry, she became a monster.
That's not so cute.
Still, I couldn't stop looking at her but she never noticed me. I think.
