Friday 17th July
I sighed, walking in to my bedroom and sitting on the stool that sat in front of my keyboard. I ran my fingers across the keys before switching it on. I'd been playing my keyboard a lot more lately. Of course i waited until the house was empty. Which, right now, it was, as Calum was in the studio and Will was on a date with some girl that he's, apparently, been best friends with since forever ago, but i've never heard Will mention her once.
I exhaled deeply through my nose before i started playing the first few chords of 'Waiting Game' by Banks. I loved this song. I always thought it was a beautiful song to sing, and that anyone, who had a good enough voice, could sing it. I mean of course, that wasn't me, but that doesn't mean i don't enjoy singing it.
"I wanna lean on your shoulder, i wish i was aloud but i don't wanna cause any pain, and i'm feeling like i'm evil, we've got nothing to gain." I sang, building up to the verse, that i had always had a particular liking for. I found myself really getting in to the song, i began moving as i played the keyboard softer, nearing the chorus.
"What if i never even see you cause we're both on a stage." I sang, my voice meeting the pitch of how it is originally sung.
"Don't tell me listen to your song, because it isn't the same." I sang, now realising how meaningful these lyrics actually were...
"I don't want to say our love is a waiting game." I sang, my voice growing quiet as i played the chords for the chorus. I continued to play, but stopped singing as i realised how relevant the lyrics now were. Was this how things were going to be? Between me and Calum? With him being away on tour all the time, and when he's home, recording in the studio... The only thing the poor boy ever does is work. I never really see him. Over the past two months or so, he spent like the first month, never leaving my side, we were like joint at the hip. (if that's the right saying?) And then this second month, we just constantly have little digs at each other. I hate it, but sometimes he just does little things that really annoy me. But i don't mind. Mainly because there is much more that i completely adore about him, that i don't care about the little arguments. I mean its not like we're screaming at each other or anything. Its totally chill. And i can accept it.
I stopped playing as i realised that i was just sitting playing the same chords over and over again. I switched the keyboard off before walking over to my bed and lying down. I spread myself out, lying on my back, staring at the ceiling.
"I've been staring at the hotel ceiling. Drinking everything i found this evening. Trying to hold on to the sweetest feeling. So i'll never let you go." I sang as my thoughts reminded me of the song 'Hotel Ceiling' by Rixton. It was something i would do all the time. Sing. Not just randomly but, if i think of something or i see something that causes a trigger to a song, then i like belt out a line of the song before continuing on with my life. Kind of a strange habit really.
I reached for my phone and pulled it off charge, unlocking it in the process as i saw it was now 11:21pm. I sighed and placed my phone back on charge. I caught a glimpse of someone standing by my bedroom door and freaked out. I screamed and jumped up from were i was lying, only to see Will at the door. I held my hand on my heart as i attempted to steady my breathing.
"Jesus christ Will. You scared the life out of me." I panted but he only stood still, he didn't move, he just stared at me with his mouth slightly ajar. "What?" I asked as i turned, crossing my legs over so i was sat facing him.
"Was that you singing Waiting Game just now?" He questioned after a couple minutes of staring at me. I nodded shyly, now feeling embarrassed that yet another person has heard me sing. "Holy shit. Charlotte. You're amazing." He gaped at me causing me to blush.
