While this image of him stays in my mind I continue with working until it’s about time to leave, thankfully. Let’s hope that I can actually sleep tonight. Gathering all of my stuff quickly, I get out of my booth and walk towards the front desk to drop off my stuff and leave. I notice that the last of the people in the movie theater were leaving, and that’s when it happened again.
I look up and see those dark brown eyes that seem to be melting my whole entire world around me.
I can’t pull myself to look away. He seems to be the same.
Just when I thought of that he looked away.
Sighing I look away slowly.
Walking away I get out of the theater and head to my car to end this eventful day here.
*Drivingngngn*
I end up staring at the steps that should be leading me up to my small apartment. No I tell myself. I sigh loudly.
This is so stupid. I’m tired and I should be sleeping but my brain is telling me different. It’s telling me fantasies and things that will never happen, ever.
Thinking this I get this spark of creativeness that I only get when I have real true hard feelings that slap me in the face. Moving my legs I run back into my car to see my guitar and paper. I quickly look for a pen.
“Yes” I whisper to myself as I find one.
I smile. I feel like this is going to be a really good song.
Shutting the car door I sit in the back with guitar in hand and paper on the set next to me.
I hum the tune of the new song that is about to pour out my feelings.
“I’ve been up spending every late night in my car.” I softly start to say
“listening to all these sad songs, I know it sounds weird but they’re helping me move past all these things running through my head.” I continue while looking at the paper with words written in my handwriting.
“I’ll blame the mid-west and sleepy eyes.” I say while scribbling the same sentence on the paper.
After a couple hours of writing this song I somehow fell asleep. Waking up to the sunshine in my face I look around with confusion all over my face.
Looking at the guitar I remember with a smile. I loved writing songs.
Getting out of my car I defeat the steps and unlock my door to head straight to the shower.
Today I don’t have work, but I have band practice.
After getting ready I head out back to my car where I spend a lot of my time in.
Blasting music and singing for 30 minutes I end up being late, like always.
This time they won’t be mad because I have a new song which I super excited to finish. I still have to do the bass, drums, and more of the guitar to actually be done with it.
“Hey guys, sorry I’m late but I have a really good reason this time.” I smile throughout my words.
“You said that last time.” My guitar player Jack said with a laugh.
“But this time it’s not a lie!” I exclaim.
“So you lie about it every week but this one?” Rian questions. He my drummer
“Maybe, but that’s not the point! I’ve been working on a new song.” I say happily
We only have a couple songs until we’re done with our new album.
