Drawing Voices

Laughing against Charter Three

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I woke up, in someones bedroom, in someones bed. I sat up and looked around the room. It was messy but i didn't care. I wanted to know where I was and what had happened to me. Just within seconds of waking up the door slowly opened. Then It stopped "Come in!" i said, unsure who it was.

It was that guy again. My heart skipped a beat. He walked in awkwardly and it looked like the had two cups of tea in his hands. 

"Sorry" he mumbled, "i didn't wake you did i?" I instantly remembered how good his voice is. Why does he have to see me in this mess?

"No, i'm just so confused. What happened to me?" i needed to know, last night was one big blur.

He sat down on the side of the bed and handed me the cup of tea. "Well we were playing and then at the end of the song i realized you were on the floor, i was the only one who realized at first so i stopped playing and-"

I cut him off, which was rude of me, but i felt awful. "I'm so sorry..." Putting my hand over my mouth.

"No it's fine." He removed my hand from over my mouth, smiling to me and began to carry on. "Then you weren't waking up. We called for emergency help and they took care of you straight away. We decided it was best if you just went to sleep so that's why you're in my bed because it would be easier staying on the ground floor than carrying you all the way up to the attic room..."

I took a sip of the tea. It tasted so good. "Thank you so much. I'm such a pain. I knew i would have caused problems."

"No way. Honestly don't worry about it. It has happened before to me many times. I understand your position right now." He actually sounded quite genuine about it.

"Sorry, my names Lola." I told him; offering my spare hand. His hand was warm and soft. Can we just stay like this forever? 

"My names Dan. Nice to meet you Lola."

"Can i just say, i think your song made me pass out last night."

"Oh i'm sorry.." He said acting really bad. And he put his hand over his mouth with his eyes widening, the same way i did before.

I removed it, like he did and smiled. "No, in a good way. I've never heard anything like it, and i felt i could relate to it.." I was blabbering on now. Why does he care? Shut up Lola!

"Really? That's interesting. Do you play any instruments?"

"I had taught myself piano, but i'm not good at reading music or anything. How long have you been in the band for?" All these questions i was asking were worrying me in case he couldn't be bothered to answer them. All though every time he answered with enthusiasm, which i liked.

"I started as a solo artist" he began to lose his tone of voice as if it sounded like he was drifting off "but i don't like performing in front of crowds so i-" He cut himself off. "I recognize you.... have i met you before?" Lifting his voice again.