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29

We were in a music shop, I felt at home. I honestly loved playing guitar, and it was a passion of mine for three years before my mum threw my guitar out, it broke my heart.

"This one looks good." Bradley says as he walks up to one of the walls and points to a darkish short of guitar.

"It looks like my old one.." I walk over to him slowly, I can feel myself getting closer to crying, but I hold back my tears for now.

"Wanna try it out?" He winks at me, before getting permission from an employee to take it off the wall.

He passes it to me, and then grabs another one. "What do you wanna play?" He asks me as we sit down on two small stools.

"I don't really care." I shrug,

"Can you play riptide, Vance Joy?" Bradley asks.

"I love that song, but I don't know all the chords. But I will try anyways." I explain.

"Alright,"

"3..2..1" Bradley counts us in and I start to play, my hand seems to move the guitar pick around so effortless, like it was meant to be.

"Start singing, beautiful." Bradley whispers.

I nod my head, we both begin to sing.

I was scared of dentists and the dark
I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
All my friends are turning green
You're the magicians assistant in their dreams

All the employees suddenly stop working and listen to us play, they watch us very intently.

Oh, and they come unstuck!

Bradley and I sing with such passion, you can hear the chemistry in our voices. I look up for a split second, one worker is filming on her phone and the rest are beginning to dance.

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left-hand man
I love you when your singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat cause
Your gonna sing the words wrong

People start coming into the store to watch us, lots more people are filming now.

There's this movie I think you'll like
This guy decides to quit his job and move to New York City
This cowboys running from himself
And she's been living on the highest shelf

There's a big crowd now, but I'm only nervous cause I'm playing in front of Bradley. I completely block out everyone else because the only person who matters to me right now is him.

Oh, and they come unstuck!

People whistle and roar as I sing that line, people are enjoying us.

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You're gonna sing the words wrong

I take a deep breath, so does Bradley. He's crossed his legs now but he's so focused.

I just wanna, I just wanna know
If you're gonna, if you're gonna stay
I just gotta, I just gotta know
I can't have it, I can't have it any other way
I swear she's destined for the screen
Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you've ever seen, oh

Bradley looks up at me and winks before singing the next line.

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you're singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You're gonna sing the words wrong

We sing the rest of the song beautifully, heaps of people are listening now.

Everyone applauds as we finish, Bradley can't stop smiling at me. He suddenly stands up and walks closer to me.

"Perfection." He winks before hugging me. I put down the guitar gently and embrace him back, he kisses my forehead and I become extremely nervous suddenly.

"Your so talented Ally." He tells me.

"Likewise Bradley."