I woke up to the boy standing next to me. "Oh, thank God you're alright." He said in that deep and attractive voice. "Where am I?" I asked. "Uh, Sydney, Australia. At my house. Oh, my name is Luke, by the way." He replied. "And why am I here exactly?" I asked, causing him to sigh.
"Look, you got pushed and fell into me, I tried to catch you but I was a little late and you hit your head on the ground, like really hard." He replied.
"Well thanks for helping me, Luke." "You're welcome, uh..." He said, realizing that he didn't know my name.
"Lylah, my name is Lylah." "Well, Lylah, where do you live?" He asked. "I used to live right by Brisbane River, but my mom doesn't like that I only make music in my life instead of going to school and becoming what she wants me to be." I blabbed.
∆∆ Luke's POV ∆∆
"Oh, so that's why your in Sydney?" I asked. "Yeah, I heard big time bands and singers get noticed here, so that's why I'm here." She said.
She can sing?
"Why don't you play something for me?" I asked her. "Uh, sure." She said getting up going to her guitar case and her cajon cart- thingy.
"Okay you ready?" She asked, getting her guitar and cajon out.
She started playing one of my favorite bands, Blink 182.
Hello there, the angle from my nightmare,
A shadow in the background of the morgue.
She was really good.
"I've gotta call the boys." I mumbled, grabbing my phone.
