Magcon

Ch 11: Writing a Song

"I sorry you have to go though this situation. I know it wasn't just you who caused this." Shawn says.

"Wow thanks.".  I reply sarcastically.

He turns to me. "Hey, you're into music, right?"

"Ya." I reply.

"When ever I have a lot going on I write a song about it. I'll tell you what, I'll go get my guitar and we can write a song right here right now." He offers.

"Don't you want to sleep or something?" I laugh.

"Naw, sleep is over-rated. I pull all nighters all the time to write songs."

"Ok, sure."

Shawn gets up and hands me a towel while getting one himself to wipe off our feet. He leaves to go get his guitar, and in that time I head over to a nice seating area in the corner. I make a nice set up so there's enough space for his guitar and wait until gets back.

Soon he opens the pool door with a smile, holding his guitar, a notebook and a pen.

"I was thinking," I start. "The chord progression should be kind of dark, like minor chords. What if we do C minor, B minor, E minor, D minor."

"Going straight to the sad chords, ok." He chuckles. "What about a strumming pattern?"

"Down, down, up, mute. Down, up, down, down, down, up, down." I answer.

We sit and write a song for a few more hours until for the most part it's finished.

"It's seven." Shawn checks his phone. "We have an hour and a half to get ready, we better get going."

We quickly pack up and start heading back to our rooms. Lucky Nash is an idiot and left the door unlocked.

I say good bye to Shawn and walk in. I take a quick shower before Nash wakes up. When I walk out all dressed and practical ready to go, he's sitting there staring at me.

"So," he begins with his arms crossed. "Who'd you decide to sleep with last night? Shawn? Is that why he came to our door? To be your next victim."

I just roll my eyes and walk past him. I decide I'm not going to fight back anymore  not that I even had the energy right now.

"I see," he starts again. "Once you're done with your boy toy you just cut them out of your life. Well, I hate to brake it to ya, but I'm still here."

I tell myself to stay calm and take a deep breath. I grab my stuff and head down to the lobby. Relived to be free of Nash's hurtful words, I walk towards the breakfast area and get myself a cup of coffee and some food. While I fill up my cup a fermiliar boy smiles down at me. "Don't feel too tired, I hope. We still got a long day ahead." Shawn says sweetly"

"At least I don't have to work as hard as you." I say back, putting a lid on my coffee and heading to a table.

"I'll be fine, I'm used to it by now." He takes the seat next to me. "How was Nash?"

"No better, but I held my tongue." I say proudly.

"You held your tongue or you didn't have enough energy to respond?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Either way it worked." I say as I cheers his cup. He laughs.

"Hey Row, Hayes sat on the other side of me. I'm glad we worker things out last night." He grins taking a big bite of waffle.

"Me too, I missed my best friend." I say giving him a side hug.

As the last few minutes roll by, ever one trickles down before we leave.

This day went on the same as the last, Nash and I doing our best to avoid each other, but this time for different reasons. To everyone else all of our problems are solved, but only Nash, Shawn, and I know that it's not.

The show went on fine, nothing went wrong, no one died during the meet and greet, it's going just dandy. We all begin to clean up because we are leaving tonight for the next city over. That's when I get a call.

"Hey, Corbyn." I answer.

"Hey, is this a good time?"

"Ya, we are just cleaning up."

"Ok, nice. I needed to talk to you about my trip to come out and see you." He says.

"What is it? You sound upset." I take a seat.

"The photography club is going on a trip that weekend and I have to go, so I can't come see you."

"What? But you said thay date was open." I complain.

"It was, this is just a last minute thing. I'm sorry."

"Oh, ok. Can we reschedule?" I ask.

"Ya' totally' but I have to go. I'll text you later. Bye." He says quickly before hanging up.

I sat there pouting for a couple minutes before Hayes came to sit next to me. "What's wrong?" He asks me' leaning his forearms on his knees to face me.

"Corbyn said he can't come out next week."

"Sorry. But at least you have all of us. Our squad is good now, and it looks like you've been making friends with the other guys too. It will be fine." He comforts me.

"Ya, you're right." I say standing up, Hayes follows.

When we get back to the hotel I pack up pretty fast as I haven't gotten much of my stuff out yet. I leave Nash alone in the room as I head to the lobby with all my things to see Cameron standing there talking to our drivers. Once he is finished he turns to me.

"Hey, Row. Hayes told me about Corbyn. I'm sorry." He says apologetically.

"It's fine I will get to see him soon I guess."

"Let's get your stuff in the car."