They're Like Us [Part 3]

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POV Shawn

I'm alone in my hotel room. I closed the curtains and my guitar is in my hand.

Two years ago I wrote a chorus. It was very innocent and wasn't really about someone in particular. It was about a fictional couple, the man would have cheated on his ex wife, and now she would have a new boyfriend and he is alone. Quite comical that I wrote that.

My fans loved the chorus and called the song "What If I Told You A Story." That's the same name I was thinking of. I made the chorus a long time ago, but I never continued writing the rest of the song. I never had the right words which would fit perfectly, but now...

"I know that I have made mistakes. Like when I introduced you as a friend. And I pray to God it's not too late. As I'm dreaming wide awake again. Yeah, we got so close I couldn't see. Laughing while we painted my room, yeah. And all along the joke's on me. Now you're happy with someone new."

It's true. I was cheating and now she's the one with someone else. And she is the one who is actually happy. The jokes on me, really.

""What if I told you a story. All about someone who loves you. And what if I told you he is sorry he made you wait. And what if I told you he is dying 'cause he can't change history. And what if I told you that someone was me." I sing for the umpteenth time. I've sang it so many times that I know the lyrics and the chores by heart.

"When I call you late, I know he's there. But you still pick up and leave the bed. You speak low so he can't hear. And it gives me hope there's something left." I then sing. Yes, this sounds good. It feels good too. This is the correct text.

This happened tonight...

"And when you ask me who I'm seeing now. I want to say it's you I'm thinking about. I'm tryna find the words somehow. To say the things that I never said. I'd do whatever it takes, I need to know what you say. Cause you've got a hold on me, yeah, you've got a hold of me." I then sing. It sounds perfect to my, if I can be honest.

I write down my text quickly. I often have something that I come up with and then I just don't know what I have sung anymore, it's so random sometimes. Just like the Muffin song.

"What if I told you a story. All about someone who loves you. And what if I told you he's sorry he made you wait. And what if I told you he's dying 'cause he can't change history. And what if I told you that someone was me." I sing again. The chores really got me and that only happens to songs I really love.

"I am ready to tell you a story. I am somebody who loves you. I want to tell you I am sorry," I will remain silent for a moment, "And darling just listen don't worry. We could go down in history. Why don't you let your somebody be me? "

Satisfied I put my guitar aside. The song is very personal, so I don't know if I'll ever publish it. But for now it is a good outlet for me.

My eyes falls on my phone again. It is still on the edge of the large bed.

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Indy: Hey sorry I was so rude to you, but I constantly feel like I have to answer all your questions. I moved on Shawn. You're with Camila now, so please stop calling me. It hurts to hear your voice all the time.
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I wipe away a tear.
Fuck, she really did move on.
I fucked it up. Big time.