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Goodnight - Randy

Had this idea for a while, and I'm hoping you guys like it as much as I do! I'm quite busy now with school going on, and three heavy subjects (history, math and science) already giving me plenty of homework. I plan on updating as frequently as possible  for you guys, and because I love writing 😂❤️

I sigh, completely relaxed. There's a small smile on my face as the man massages my back. I rest my head in my folded arms.

"Is this okay, sir?" A soft voice asks as the hands move higher up on my back to my shoulders. I moan quietly in pleasure as the tension is relieved.

"Yes," I say. I smile as I remember the way he said it. His voice was so soft. "Can you keep talking?" I say. There's a little laugh, a nervous one. But nonetheless a cute one.

"Of course, sir," he says. "About what, sir?" I sigh.

"Anything."

"Alright..." the voice is slightly inquisitive as he trails off. "Well, I suppose...I have recently been looking for someone I can sign for, sir, because it would be a big step and surely it would help me in the future, sir," he says. I purse my lips.

"I'm sorry, to sign for what?" I ask.

"For my job, sir. I'm a musician, sir," he replies.

"You don't have to call me 'sir'," I reply automatically. Then I think about what he says.

I lower my eyebrows, ashamed that I didn't know that he was a musician. I should know more about the servants.

"So, you sing?" I prompt.

"Yeah. I have for a long time. I post my videos on the internet, but I'm obviously not played on the radio or anything."

"You're too modest. I'd love to hear you sing."

He laughs nervously again. "I could if you'd like, sir." I raise my hand slightly and he stops massaging my back immediately, taking two steps away from the bed.

I sit on the edge of the bed, smiling as I see him. He's got piercing blue eyes and dyed blond hair, but it suits him. He's got on a little smile.

"Go on," I say. He does a little half smile, unsure.

"I usually play my guitar with it..." He trails off. I make a gesture with my hand.

"Then go get your guitar," I say. I know that the servant quarters are near here, so he immediately falls into step and leaves, coming back a few minutes later with a nice-looking guitar in hand. I pat the bed next to me and he shyly sits down beside me.

He plays a few chords, then starts playing a song I've never heard before.

I'm not happy but I'm not sad
So I'll just concentrate on living
And this doesn't feel all that bad

I smile at his beautiful voice, closing my eyes and willing it never to stop. But eventually, it does, and I open my eyes, looking at him.

"What was that song called? Who is it by?" I ask. He blushes and looks down.

"It's called Sweet Nothings, but I wrote it," he says quietly. I smile.

"Really? That was unbelievably good," I compliment him. He smiles shyly again, looking down.

"You think so?" He asks. I can see a blush on his cheeks, and I realize I'm staring.

"Yeah, it's brilliant. Have you written any more?"

***

I knock on the door, trying to be quiet. I know I'm not supposed to be here. My father has warned me many times not to become friendly with the servants, but Andy has become a companion of mine.