Jazz and Liquor sequel <3
Three months after Tilly's disappearance, she's returned with a newfound confidence and a plan that doesn't seem to include Brendon. He tries his best to give her the space she needs but if he doesn't intervene in her bu...
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I'm sure I didn't ruin her Just made her more interesting
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Ever since Melissa mentioned him, Tilly couldn't stop thinking about Brendon. He was something she put a lot of effort into forgetting and thanks to her sister, she'd have to start all over again.
Tilly went upstairs to her room once she and Melissa made it back from their outing. Mary wanted to know how it went but was forced to answer to Melissa. Tilly didn't have time to talk.
She changed into her night clothes, tied a silk head wrap around her hair, and lay in her bed. The first step to forgetting was remembering. Her mind took her back to the night they'd met.
Henry had scolded her previously for going out late at night without his permission but she went to Sandburg's anyway. She needed to breathe and she couldn't do that when Henry was around.
Tilly ordered a drink and sat at a table by herself. She wasn't paying attention to any of the acts until a silvery voice filled the room, instantly garnering her attention. She was captivated by how full the singer's voice was and how he transitioned from high to low notes with such ease. He flashed a smile whenever he did that, as if he knew how good he sounded.
The entire crowd erupted into applause when he finished and the whole band took a bow. Tilly knew she had to talk to the singer, even if it was just for a second.
People rushed to compliment him as soon as he stepped offstage. Tilly waited for the commotion to dissipate and watched him shake hands. His smile was contagious.
Tilly decided to approach him once he took a seat at the bar. She tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me."
He smiled again when he turned around. How was something so simple so wickedly charming?
"Hi," he responded.
"Hi. You were amazing up there. Your voice is so gorgeous." She took the liberty of sitting next to him.
"Thank you." He smiled again.
"Do you sing at parties?" she asked. "Because I'd love to have you. My friends would adore you." Henry didn't let her have any friends but she wasn't going to say that.
"Parties? Wow, I mean, sure." His warm brown eyes lit up at the thought of performing for more people.
"How rude of me to not introduce myself," she said, embarrassed by how excessive her praises were. "I'm Matilda Clarke but my friends call me Tilly."
"I'm Brendon Urie and my friends call me Brendon," he responded, shaking her hand.
He was funny in a stupid way. She liked that. As much as she liked him, however, she wished she could tell her past self not to see him again. Tilly cried for being so careless. Her naivety cost her everything.
