I watch as their eyes connect from across the room and smirks appear on tingling lips. The drummers beat picks up, my friends changes his tune on the sax and a few more instruments kick in.
That's when the magic happens.
A sweet and steady tune fills my ears and a smile stretches lips and crinkles my eyes. Warmth fills my chest and my foot automatically starts tapping to the made up song. It's a little rough in some places but that's bound to happen when you wing it. My friend that stands next to me starts to dance. She's talented with her feet. Just as my other friend is talented with his instruments.
Then a ping of sadness shoots through my head like a bullet.
What am I good at?
I don't have very good rhythm, but I enjoy music a lot. I can't play any instrument or sing any song. I can barely draw a stick figure yet I enjoy artwork from time to time. I read a lot but can't write a book.
I don't have any discernible talents. I'm not bland though. At least I hope not.
I shake my head softly and focus on the music. My free period is going to end soon. I check my phone for the time just to be sure.
I take a look at the tall soundproof walls decorated with trophies from past victories. I smile. Then I walk out of the room to go to my next class.
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The thoughts of me
RandomI have some weird things that go through my head. my ships, puns on my sexuality, when I get upset, and so on and so forth. so these are pointless rants and randomness. I also write short little stories that could go into books so don't be surprised...
