Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Muse pt. 3

You take Bruno's hand, grab your purse and rise from your seat. He grabs his jacket and leads you out of Cooli's recording studio. In the car Bruno relays an address to Saunders and as he settles into his seat you catch him steal a glance at you. After about twenty minutes, Saunders pulls over and Bruno climbs out of the car; he opens your door for you, takes you by the hand and looks you in the eyes.

"This way," he says. You nod and allow him to lead you into what appears to be a standard city park. It seems pretty empty, only the occasional jogger, maybe a couple and a few other strays. The lamps along the pathway are lit, and a few others are too, at specific points of interest. Bruno walks with you along the path and after a few turns, the two of you walk toward what looks like an old well. Upon reaching it you suspicions are confirmed. Its made of large grey stones and stands about four and a half feet tall. There's a fine metal grate over it, presumably put in place to keep things from falling inside. With little light provided by a nearby lamp, you peer down inside and just catch a glimpse of the water at the bottom. You look over at Bruno confused.

"Lean over and sing into it." He smiles and steps so close to you that you can feel the heat from his body only inches from yours.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it," he insists leaning over to peer down in the well. One of his hands rests on the edge only a few inches from yours. He smiles at you.

"Sing what?"

"Anything," he pauses and walks right up to you and stands directly behind you with this hands resting on the well on the outside of yours. He leans in further and his chin hovers near your shoulder. "If I know it, I'll sing with you." You smile, lean over the opening, close your eyes and take a deep breath. You sing...

"I heard he sang a good song I heard he had a style And so I came to see himAnd listen for a whileAnd there he was this young boy A stranger to my eyes..."

Your voice echos of the surface of the water and the stone sides reverberating upward until it escapes enveloping the two of you. As you prepare to sing the chorus, Bruno's hands move closer to yours. You grin as you move on to the chorus.

"Strumming my pain with his fingers..."

"One time, one time," Bruno sings. You feel his cheek brush yours as he nods.

"Singing my life with his words..."

"Two times, two times..."

"Killing me softly with his song

Killing me softly," You lean into him and he rests his hands on your waist. He leans over the well with you and harmonizes with you.

"With his song
Telling my whole life With his words Killing me softly...with his song..."

Your voices blend together as the your collective sound makes it way back up and out of the well. Its one of the most beautiful things you've ever heard and in that moment, you realize why he brought you here.

"It's beautiful," you say. He clasps his hands together over your stomach and you rest your hands over his. "That's amazing."

"I found this place while I was just walking around this area one night," he begins. "And every now and then when I get some time to myself and there aren't many people around, I come here and sing. There's just something about the way a voice sounds here--the fullness of it--the way it carries...I just I don't know."