Emerald Eyes

13 - Not About Angels

I put my phone back into my purse and then went to look for Martijn. He had opened the doors of his wardrobe, going through a few clothes. "Oh, hey there! I hadn't noticed you were back!", he said and then threw me a black shirt of his, with the silhouette of a plus on the front side and an X on the back side. "Wanna try this on? I think it should fit you!", he offered. "Yes, I can try. Thank you Tijn. Where can I change?", I asked, assuming he'd tell me the way to his bathroom. "Well, let me just turn around so you don't have to go to the bathroom just for this.", he said, trying to act like a gentleman. "Hey Garrix, for real?"; I laughed. "Yup!", he giggled, "No risk no fun, right?" "Oh come on!", I said back, "But okay, I'll play your little game. No peeking, Garrix." It was incredible how that guy was so capable of messing with my head that I would really agree to such a thing. He turned around and I did as well, taking off my hoodie and shirt. Just when I wanted to pull over Martijn's shirt, I turned my head around, trying to see if he was peeking, and well he sure as hell was peeking. Peeking was actually an understatement. He had turned back around and was standing there, unashamed, looking directly at me. "Hey! No peeking, I said.", I laughed. That guy was just crazy. I couldn't really turn around, as I would offer him more to see then, so I just quickly pulled over his shirt, which fitted perfectly. It was a long t-shirt, which was a tiny bit too big for me, which made it really comfortable. I turned back around and he smiled: "You look amazing in Garrix merch. You should wear it more often!" "Just cause it's yours?", I laughed. "Ooops.. You might have caught me...", he joked. "You're crazy, Garrix.", I declared. He then pointed towards his bed: "Just make yourself comfortable, alright? I'll be back in a second, I just want to go and grab my guitar, so I can play you a little more stuff." While he went up to get the guitar from the studio, I hopped into his comfortable bed and slipped under the warm duvet. As Martijn came back, he handed me the guitar to hold, while he was getting ready for bed. I grabbed the guitar and sat up in bed to play a few notes. Martijn turned around, surprised: "You can play the guitar?" I nodded and said: "Well, I'm not the best, but I do it just for fun now and then. My mum used to teach me how to play, and we loved to sing together when I was younger." "Wow girl, you continue to amaze me the more I get to spend time with you.", he said admiringly, "And I have to admit, now you woke up the music producer in me. Can I please hear your voice? Like could you sing something for me? Pleeease. I'm super curious. " "But Tijn, I'm not one of these professionals that you work with every day. I'm just a normal girl, you won't find that special voice that you are looking for, I'm sure. But if you really insist... I mean I could play something.", I tried to explain. "Yes please. Do it for me as a friend okay? Not for the producer.", he suggested. Alright. What to play? There was this one song I had always loved. Not about Angels, by Birdy. It actually reminded me of my mum. That was the song I chose. I closed my eyes and started to play the chords, then after a while, I started to sing.

We know full well there's just time
So is it wrong to toss this line?
If your heart was full of love
Could you give it up?

'Cause what about, what about angels?

When I finished the song, I was back in the real world, opened my eyes. I hadn't even noticed that Martijn had gotten out his phone and started to record. He put down his phone and said: "That was so beautiful! How come you can put so much emotion into your voice?" "You recorded that?", I asked confused. "Oh, I hope you don't mind that! It was just so inspiring that I wanted to capture the moment. If you want to, I can delete it, just tell me.", he apologized. "No, it's fine I guess. You know, that song... It reminds me of my mum. That's probably why I get so emotional with it.", I explained. He came over to me and wrapped me into a hug: "I could really feel that Line. It was really beautiful. Your mum would've been proud. Thank you so much for sharing this with me!" After a while of silence, he grabbed his guitar and played me a few new tunes, until we were super tired. Then Martijn turned off the light and hopped into the bed with me. First, he was laying quite far away from me, but then he came a little bit closer, whispering: "Good night, beautiful. I'm glad you're here with me." "Good night Garrix.", I replied, "Sleep tight."