BEFORE! // kurt cobain

six

The pair continued to watch the Andy Griffith Show into the early hours of the afternoon. Nothing but each other on their minds, infatuated with the others littlest features. She still couldn't completely trust him, but she wanted too so bad.
He was one of those "too good to be true" personnel, but she wanted that to change before the end of the week.
It was only Tuesday, so she had time. She had been with him since they met at the bar on Saturday, and they couldn't get enough of eachother.
"Kurt?"
"Yes?"
"That song you wrote about Floyd? You think I could hear it today?"
Kurt jumped up and ran to the door.
"I'll be back in ten!" With that the door was slammed and Tracy saw Kurt running down her street like a little kid chasing the ice cream truck. God that boy can run, she thought. Tracy got up and headed into the kitchen to wash off the plates and before she knew it, there was what sounded like someone running into the door outside. She ran up to the door and looked through the peephole to see an out of breath Kurt with guitar in hand.
"Hey, I got it." Kurt panted heavily and slowly made his way into her living room.
She laughed welcoming him onto the floor of her small bohemian apartment.
"Okay, don't judge me," Kurt looked up at her in hopes that she would catch on that he really didn't want her to look too deeply into any of what he was about to sing.
"I'm ready, go ahead. I never judge." Tracy sat criss cross on the floor and watched him attentively.
Kurt smiled and the smile was quickly washed away by him being focused. He cleared his throat and started.

"Bell on door clank, come on in. Floyd observes my hairy chin." Tracy sat there so shocked that this heavy of a voice could come out of a boy so frail like Kurt. Occasionally he would add more emphasis on certain words and grunt every now and then.
Tracy didn't find it to be a problem, in fact she loved it.
His guitar playing was something that was so stellar to her. How could he write such heavy music using this small instrument? He made it to his solo and she was blown away. Everything about the solo corresponded with the rest of the song which was hard to find nowadays.
"I sense others in the room. Opie, Aunt Bee, I presume. They take turns and cut me up. I die smothered in Andy's clutch."
He finished up the last verse and ended with the final guitar riff. Tracy clapped as if her life depended on it.

"That was so fucking good! Where did you learn how to do all that?" Kurt smiled hugely.
"Well when I was fourteen, my Uncle Chuck gave me a used electric. Afterwards my aunt would help me out whenever she could," There was a silent pause, "You really liked it though?"
She nudged him playfully. "Are you kidding? I loved it. You have real talent Kurt, seriously. I would like to meet this Krist guy too, maybe hear his bass lines a bit."
Kurt wallowed in the fact that Tracy was somewhat familiar with music, he had rarely met girls in Aberdeen that liked music at all.
"We can see Krist today if you're not busy. He's usually just at home with his wife Shelli."
"He's married? Is he enjoying it?"
"We all are. We met in high school, so when they got married I was happy for them."
"That's so cool. Well, we can head down there now. I just have to grab something from my room."
Kurt nodded and grabbed his guitar, "Hey by the way, get a coat. It's freezing outside." She nodded and ran up the stairs.
When she got into her room she couldn't help but fall on her bed in complete bliss. She couldn't believe she found a guy that resembled her in the best ways possible. She was interrupted from her thoughts by Kurt's small voice down the stairs.
"You okay up there?" Tracy smiled even bigger at his concern. "Yeah, be down in a minute!"
She grabbed her jacket and made her way down the steps.