[A/N] Finally, it's sembreak and I am glad to tell you guys that I can update this story from time to time. I hope you enjoy this short update. :)
CLAUDIA MARIE ALONSO
I was watching some classmates at the Drama club awhile ago. As I headed out of the auditorium, I remembered my pink notebook with random notes and doodles inside it. I ran up the stairs and reached the backstage. Being here alone is really creepy. It's okay, though. The lights are on.
I picked my pink notebook up when I heard a familiar tune... from a saxophone, perhaps?
I froze to my spot and hugged my notebook. A ghost! There's a ghost! I knew every school had mysteries. I slowly turned around. The tune was still there.
Wait....
A saxophone version of What A Wonderful World?!
Ghosts know stuff like that?
I was about to run. But then I thought to myself... Why the sudden rush? What if the ghost will come after me because I didn't listen to him/her play the sax?
I took four steps forward. I was approaching the sides of the stage when I saw....
I sighed in relief.
Not a ghost at all!
It's Travis Huang.
Eyes all closed, mouth puffing air to the saxophone....
I could see how sincere he is when he's playing that song. It ain't even a love song but he pours all his emotions to the song.
I stood there, astounded.
I never knew he could play the saxophone. I mean, the saxophone is the classiest and sexiest instrument I've ever known.
I can't help but notice his perfect jawline and high bridged nose. His candle like fingers that can be compared to a woman's fingers.
The song was coming to an end.
I was about to applaud....
But he might be disappointed to see me watching him. Travis can be provoked easily. I don't want him to think of me as an annoying new student again.
Why am I saying that? Is it possible.... is it possible that I've fallen for him in just a span of weeks?
Nah. Maybe not. I've been through a lot of failed crushes and one failed relationship. Couldn't be fooled by infatuation again.
I hid around a corner as he stopped playing. He put his sax back to his case. I observed him. He looked around, as if he sensed I was here. I looked away.
He shrugged, carried his case and walked down the stage. I followed his trail slowly, hoping I wouldn't be caught.
