It was Friday night. The sky was starting to darken , it was a blueish grey contrast of day and night mixing into one, street lights were starting to turn on with their orangey glow shimmering through Tallulahs white drapes which hung loosely across her window.
Tallulah sat cross legged on her bed with her guitar placed in her lap, as she lightly plucked at the strings music filled the room, flowing and dancing around everywhere making Tallulah feel at ease.
She started playing 'let her go' by Passenger, she lightly plucked at her guitar strings again to start the song and gently started swaying and humming , she finally began singing.
Her husky yet gentle singing voice filled the room once more like how clouds full the sky with millions of shape but Tallulahs voice was filling it with millions of harmonies.
Once finished Tallulah carefully placed her glossy black guitar down the side of her bed and climbed into her soft double duvet and placing get her head down on the fluffy cloud like pillows.
As she feel into a deep slumber she dreamt about how much she wished she could show people her music, how much she wished she didn't feel backed into a corner and how she wished she didn't have anxiety how she waisted she wasn't different.
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Tallulah.
Teen FictionHotChocolate,Music,Internet and Cats These are the only things that are important in life according to 16year old Tullulah who's only aim in life is to be noticed. Being alone can get very depressing but when you have music everything changes. Musi...
