Your POV:
It had been an hour since you and 2D had gotten the stuff for Russel. Noodle liked the stuff you had gotten, and she had actually hugged you. Russel had asked for some alone time, so you and your new boyfriend went into his room.
"He seemed to like what you had given him." You commented, smiling.
He nodded, looking distracted. "Yeh, he did." He muttered.
You cocked an eyebrow. "What's wrong, 2D?" You asked him, a little bit nervous.
"Ehm, nofin actually. I wanna show yew a secret I've been workin' on. Don't tell anyone else yet, mckay?" He asked.
2D's POV:
I stood up after (y/n) agreed. I could feel her curious gaze follow me as I grabbed my iPad. I was bursting with excitement as I sat down next to her, crossing my long legs.
She looked down at it, confused. "What's so special about an iPad?" She questioned, looking back up at me.
"It's nawt the iPad dats special! Its wuts on it!" I grinned, turning it on. I went to the Garage Band app. "Lemme tell yew what I've made. Ahve been workin' on lyrics fer my own songs when I was twapped in da Plastic Beach. So while we've been on tour, ahve been makin' mewsic on dis fer it! Now I jus gotta sing." I explained.
She grinned. "This is awesome! Can I help you?" She asked hopefully. There was a faint glimmer in her eyes.
"O course! Dats why I told ya." I laughed, pulling her close to me. "Listen to da music fer this one. I call it Amarillo." I told her, pressing play.
She closed her eyes, listening to the music. After it was over, she blinked up at me. "Did you make it in Amarillo?" She asked.
"Yep!" I prided myself. "It took me about five hours to make dat." I added.
"I like it. It's different from anything else you've made." She complimented, grinning.
"Wanna sneak to da recording studio wight now?" I chirped giddily.
"Sure!"
Your POV:
Once he was ready to sing, he asked you to get pick a song for him to sing. You leafed through the yellowing papers of lyrics and chose one called Revolving Doors.
You started the music and he began to sing.
Revolving doors, what have I done
Someone on the TV a tepid loss
Revolving doors, what will I become
A redneck song
Paid up for seven
But he only got an eight now, now
I feel that I'm paused by all the pills
I see no wrong in here
On a foggy day
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston...
I sit in a diner
And the Beatles play
I'm paid up for a seven
But I only got s.o-eight oh now
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston...
I feel that' I'm paused by all the pills
I seem to run out here
Revolving doors
It's stormy on the eastern sea board
He got silver up his night
He paid for three
But got only two
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
Revolving Doors in London to a foggy day in Boston
The he says
Seems I was born for this
Seems I was born for this
Revolving doors
Revolving doors
