Beautiful Song

Chapter Three: Preacher Man

On one summer night, in California, two people exchange their glances with one another. One being slightly drunk as her knees become weak or is that because she was looking at her crush. The other not as drunk but could be if he keeps it up. He was swaying to a song. The lyrics blare out into the whole lot and the people around the bonfire share laughs with one another.

The bloke catches her eye and that's all he wanted to do in first place.

His mumbles are in the tune of the song and he pretends he is the only one there but her. He laughs as he almost falls over a bench and a small giggle escapes the girl's lips.

"You'll find a woman and you'll find love And don't forget that there is someone up above"

September 19

The cover of the song is somewhat better the original. As others disagree that the original is always best Reece always thought covers mean anyone can make it sound beautiful. He can make it sound beautiful if he tried. He sings it but only because he can't help but overcome his fear in the song now.That and he had a little bit of a small problem with stage fright in front of people.

The song was low downbeat and the speakers blared the song as he sat back onto his bed. It was five days after the night he had almost tripped over the bench. Five days after what seemed that everything could go right was going horribly wrong. Five days after he lost everything he could want. He only had his future in his hands at the moment and Reece feels like he is screwing it all up by his actions. His feelings. His movements of love, lust, and confusion unlike anyone his age could ever go through.

It has to get better somehow but he knows it won't. The people he hurt and the people who hurt him in the process. The people that didn't care less about him than the white picket fence that separated their house (feelings) to him. Their house (heart) being locked away and Reece didn't have the key. He only has the key to his own destiny and sometimes that feels like it is bent. He wants a straight and narrow path. Not this bent out of shape he so called his life.

A song that could describe what he felt. A song that could be so spontaneous yet so easy to love. A song like the one he is blaring while he is on his bed with no shirt on but with tan slacks and socks.

A knock on the door and Reece still stays where he is at. Not moving an inch and not even thinking about getting up and walking to the door to open it. He knows it's his father. He doesn't want to disappoint his father even more though he can't help to have the fact of having enough time to do it in the first place. To get ready.

"Are you coming to church or not Reece?"

Reece groans and puts his hands on his pillow. He grabs it and throws it over his face.

Another knock but harder this time.

"Yes Dad I will go!" He gets up slowly and then looks from the cieling to the closet. He hestiantly gets up from his spot , going inich by inch it feels like until he gets to it. He opens it up and grabs the box that is on the top. In this box there are three pairs of dress shoes and three jars of shoe polish. He grabs the shoes he knows is polished enough and then throws them on the ground as he puts the box back.

Left foot has the shoe on. He thinks of work and how it all will go down. The anxiety builds up in his chest and he almost wants to throw up by just thinking of it.

Right foot has the shoe on. He thinks of the reaction his father will have. Probably a mixture of pissed off, disappointment, and worry. Worry that his son will be a failure in his life.

Reece settles his T-Shirt on making sure there isn't any wrinkles. He fixes his dress shirt on along with the suit coat and then reassembles the tie his father gave him a couple of weeks ago to wear.