Train Rides-On Hiatus

4-Newt's POV

Newt didn't really know what to expect when he arrived at the music studio. Not that he was really thinking about his guitar. His mind was still soley focused in the guy from the train, who's name was still unknown to him.
Brown eyes. Brown hair. Black leather jacket. Red shoes.
But as soon as Newt had stepped through the glass sliding doors of the music studio 'The Glade', he inhaled a breath. He was surrounded by beautiful artwork, and couldn't help but wonder if he was standing in a gallery instead of a playing studio. No, he was definitely in the right place. He couldn't help his eyes being drawn to one of the pieces in particular. It was of a black haired girl, her hair piled on top of her head, playing the violin. He eyes were closed in the picture, but the emotion shown on her face was amazing. Like the melody she was playing was hers, like it was about something that had hurt her but she loved anyways. Newt had never seen anything like it. It had to be impossible to get that much feeling in a painting.
The clicking of high heels on a floor brought him out of his reverie. He turned to see another pretty black haired woman with stark blue eyes walking towards him, a grin on her face. It was the girl that had given him the card. He couldn't help but wonder if the painting was of her. She stopped in front him, holding out a blue nailed hand to shake.
"Hi, I'm Teresa. You're Isaac right?"
Newt shook her hand,a grin now on his face as well. It was contagious.
"Hey Teresa. And it's just Newt, actually."
She grinned even wider.
"You gotta explain that to me later. So do you wanna just jam for a bit? Get to know each other?"
Newt nodded. He had only ever scored a recording once before, and it didn't do very well, so if he could get one from here he knew he should. He could feel a bit of excitement building.
"Oh, wait" he said, before she took off down another corridor, "This picture, who's it by?" She looked at where he was gesturing and pointed at the messy scrawl of a signature in the corner, one that Newt now recognised as identical to all the other pictures around the room.
"Everything in here is by my brother, Thomas. This is probably one of my favourites."
"It's amazing." Newt replied, nearly in awe.
"Yeah it is, but he'd never let anyone say that. He's about the only person who doesn't know how good his work is. Now c'mon, I've gotta show you this awesome playing room I've got set up. It even has a totally unnecessary TV that we can waste time on. "
Hurrying to follow her, a broad smile on his face, Newt had a feeling that he would grow to like Teresa.

Authors Notes:
Yay another part done! Although I'm still not sure if it's going in the direction I want it to go in. Oh well. It's my first fanfiction, I'm allowed use a bad story line :)
Bye!
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