"so you hold the drum sticks like this..."
Ashton said grabbing a drumstick placing it in my hand, he grabs my hand and puts it correctly on the drumstick. Ashton picks up his drum sticks and starts tapping a beat on a practice pad
"Here try doing this....these are quarter notes"
I tried tapping the beat but I got nervous and the drumstick fell out of my hand onto the floor
"Oops I'm sorry"
I say as I scramble out of the chair and pick up the drumsticks
"It's fine don't worry about it" Ashton laughs
Eventually my lesson ends
"Ashton can you sign my case?" I say nervously gesturing him to my phone case which has Ashton on it
"Not at all, by the way what's your name you never told me"
"Oh sorry I'm Peyton,"
"Okay Peyton here yah go" Ashton says smiling giving me my phone back. Ashton scribbles something down on a slip if paper and hands it to me
"Here's my number so you can contact me incase something happens"
"Okay thanks" I say striding out the door
"Goodbye Peyton!!" Ashton says smiling closing the door behind me
After many lessons with Ashton I start getting better, I start learning how to use an actual kit, I start playing a random beat I start to drift off into a daydream about Ashton and I miss the drums and hit my finger
"that hurt go my god" I immediately drop the drumsticks and hold my hand cringing in pain
"oh my god Peyton are you okay?!"
"Yah I'm fine"
Ashton runs out of the room and quickly returns with an ice pack
"Thanks"
I hold the ice against my fingers
"It hurts really bad the first time you do it, then you get used to it"
Ashton says
"You can stay for dinner, if you like"
Ashton says
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Fiksi PenggemarPeyton isn't your average seventeen year old girl. Peyton is punk rock and really doesn't care what people think of her unlike the other seventeen year old girls who only care about if they are liked and how they look. Peyton wants to learn how to...
