One And Only~ Maylor [Wattys 2019]

Ch. 2: Things That Catch Your Attention

Brian's P. O. V.

The wind blew softly carresing my skin as I walked the quite streets of London, in search of a bar. Well, I wasn't looking for a bar, it was my friend Tim, who walked by my side with his hands in his pockets. We walked for an hour or so. Soon, he pointed to a bar that was near a corner. We decided to go in and take a look. The place was pretty small I'd say, but since we've walked for an hour in search for a bar, we decided to go in.

As I walked in with Tim behind me, my attention got caught by a man who was sitting on one of the stools near the bar, holding a glass of what looked like whiskey. He had longish blond hair, a cute nose, and beautiful pair of baby blue eyes. I was kind of scared to look at him so I pretended that nothing happened.

Tim decided to sit in one of the tables, which was in the corner of the bar, near the restrooms. We had to discuss about Tim's idea: forming a band. It is pretty crazy, but I like it. We have a guitarist-me-a bassist and a lead singer-Tim. The only thing we needed is a drummer. We don't know anyone who played the drums. Instead of invuting people, we decided to host auditions tomorrow at my place. Recently, Tim and I had put up some advertisements in some colleges. I really hope someone reads them.

We sat for about a minute until a waitress came.

"Good evening guys," she greeted,"What would you like?"

"I'd like some beer," said Tim.

"I'll have water," I said. I'm not a big fan of alcohol. It makes me very tipsy in a short time. A hangover destroys me. I remember in my graduation night, I had some drinks, and got completely fucked up by them. Ever since that day, I never drank alcohol again.

"Do you think anyone will audition for the drummer role?" I ask Tim.

"Don't worry Brian, someone will," Tim said, "I bet there is a drummer in one of those schools, just be patient. Don't lose hope." Tim was right, maybe there is someone out there, with a good personality, looks, and skills. I'm sure there is, but the thing is that I'm scared that me or Tim will chose the wrong person.

"You're right," I responded, "Let's not lose hope." Tim smiled and we began discussing about the band. What will our name be, when and where we will play, and how will it be. I just hope we last for some time and create music. Maybe we could be very well known and famous.

Some minutes later, the waitress came with our drinks. Tim was served a big cup of beer, and I was served a glass of water. We had discussed about the band and came up with new ideas. In between the conversation, Tim started sketching the band logo.

"What should the band be named though?" asked Tim.

"I don't know," I said. We kept coming up with names, but it seemed like no of them fit. For some minutes of silence, none of us said a word. Out of the blue then, I had a name.

Smile.

It was perfect.

"Hey how about 'Smile?" I asked. Tim remained quite for a while, then he started beaming.

"That is perfect!" He exclaimed, taking a sip of his beer.

"Cheers for Smile then," I said, chuckling. Tim chuckled too. We drank our drinks. He took a long sip of his beer and I finished my last sip of water.

After about two hours, Tim and I decided to head back home. I first payed the bill and headed outside. He had to head back to art school, and I had to head back home. As I headed home, I thought about the blond guy I saw today at the bar. He looked very attractive, with those beautiful baby blue eyes, his strawberry lips, and his messy blond hair. Thosr eyes really had seduced mine.

Later that night, I dreamed that the blond guy I saw today was going to be our drummer. It was a very odd dream. His skills were amazing and he had a good personality. He was also good looking.

We'll just wait and see.