"So, what specifically do you write? Love songs? Poetry?" Camila asked.
"I write songs. Ever since I left my mom and dad to take a job, it's been rough. So I just write songs for fun." Shawn replies.
"I bet any money, you can sing!" Camila adjusts her position to a tall sitting person.
Shawn walks around his kitchen. Camila just glances at what he was doing. Shawn started to get treats for his puppy, and went back to the table.
"Here, she loves it when people give her treats," he adds.
"Come on, when someone ignores that statement, then I know they can sing. Just how good?" Camila asked.
"Well... I haven't really sang in front of anyone, ever. So."
Shawn stands up form his wooden chair, and heads to his room to grab is lightly coloured wooden guitar, with a rose just under his strings. He heads back to the kitchen with his guitar pick and plays a song he wrote.
I drive, through the night, just to be near you baby. Heart open, testify, tell me that I'm not crazy. I'm not asking for a lot, just that your honest with me. My pride is all I got. I'm saying baby please have mercy on me. Take it easy on my heart. Even though you don't mean to hurt me, you keep tearing me apart. Would you please have, mercy?
With the sound of his guitar, playing so gently, she could listen for days. She didn't want him to stop.
"I can't right now, I sound like a rock."
"That was amazing! What are you talking about!" Camila lightly yelling at Shawn.
"You really think so? Wait, if you write, you can sing too!" Shawn confidently spoke.
"Yes I can. But, what song should I sing?"
" I wrote a song maybe a duo can sing?"
Shawn heads back to room to grab his notebook on his nightstand, leathered, tied with a string.
"Here, this part," Shawn points at it, while Camila reads over it.
Camilla: Don't cry or do. Whatever make you comfortable I'm tired to. There's nothing left to say let's call a truce, because I don't really want to go to bed like this.
Shawn: I'm so sorry, that we're still stuck in the middle. I'm so sorry, cause I'm the moment I.
Shawn and Camila join together for the duet.
I don't know what it's like to be you. I don't know what it's like but I'm dying to. If I could put myself in your shoes, then I'd know what it's like to be you.
"That was awesome!" Shawn said out loud after everything stopped.
"Yah, it really was," Camila repeated quietly.
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