~Crystal P.O.V~
I woke up at seven, not wanting to move, then I remembered I was going to the studio with Derek; maybe because he texted me,
‘You up? Haha :D’
I smiled and responded,
‘I’m up.. I might not want to be but I am…’
He replied,
‘We’ll get some coffee on the way!’
I laughed, he was a cutie. I got ready; I was wearing yoga Capri’s and a Victoria secret hoodie. I put on converses, they were orange. Then I grabbed my purse, guitar, my song book and some guitar picks. Then went downstairs and found a protein shake and a banana. I sat at the island, staring off into space. My door bell rang; I grabbed my stuff and opened the door. Derek smiled and said,
“Morning!”
“Good morning!”
We got in his car and he drove to the studio. It was small, by the ocean. It was cute, we walked in and went to his booth.
“You even been in here?!”
He asked, talking about a studio booth.
“Kinda. I’ve been to a few with my dad or Rydel but never like actually in one.”
He smiled,
“I’m glad I’m the first to take you!”
He smiled and kissed my cheek. He got all set up then came over to me,
“Don’t be scared baby, it’s just you and me.”
I smiled, he really had a way with words. He got his guitar, I grabbed mine.
“How long have you been playing?!”
He asked,
“Uh, my dad taught me when I was like five or six. You?!”
“I learned when I was about five, but didn’t start actually playing until I was like eight.”
I giggled,
“That’s cute!”
He laughed a bit, then he started playing. He was playing Ed Sheeran’s ‘A-Team’. I played along and sang some. We stopped,
“You have a very pretty voice.”
I smiled,
“Thank you!”
We smiled at each other, then Derek ruined the moment,
“I got to go do some recording, my producer is going to come up. You can stay and watch.”
“Kay, I’ll write some songs.”
He smiled and kissed me softly. His producer came up, he started singing. Oh gosh he was so good and really hot. I grabbed my song book and started writing lyrics. I was writing about how Derek made me feel. He finished in a hour, he came back out. I told him,
“You sounded good!”
I smiled.
“Thanks!”
YOU ARE READING
Hand On My Heart
Teen FictionAn awkward girl, who's always dreamed about being famous. Everyone has always told her she wasn't good enough. When she meets her dad's long time friend who happens to be the father of a super famous and attractive pop star Derek Smith. He's talente...
