Everyday just kind of seemed to slowly blur together. It was hard to tell which was different, because nothing exciting every happened to me. It was just the same old routine and schedule everyday. I just went to school class, my musics, lessons, and home. I would occasionally go over to my best friend Katherine's house, but thats only if our favorite show American Horror Story was on. But once I got home I would occasionally practice my piano and violin, and I would write music.
Some days its a really big struggle to get my heart into practicing, because all I ever play is the same old scales and dry old sonatas that feel like they no meaning to them. That's why most of the time I choose to write my own music. It seems to me that when I write I can make almost anything come true, and I don't have to be myself. I can be anyone that I want to be. The hint is I can make ALMOST anything happen.
See there's this guy in my music theory class at school. He's also in my orchestra class. He's tall, over 6 ft, and strong like the Golden Gate Bridge. He's tough but sensitive at the same time, and I've had a crush on him forever. Everyday I look forward to walking to theory and seeing him sit there play his guitar and work on the same piece of music that he's been working on for what seems like a decade. The only problem is... I've never talked to him. Before now.
I'm on my way to my theory class hoping that Lucas will be there so I can see him. When I feel a sharp pain in my left temple.
" Sorry! I had no idea you were there. Otherwise I wouldn't have opened the door." he said
"It's okay," I replied. not knowing who I was talking to. " It was an accident."When I look up all I see are those luscious blue eyes staring straight into my heart. All I could think about was how gorgeous they were, and how they were as deep blue as the sea. His hair was like melting milk chocolate. Cascading around his head like a never ending waterfall. I could've stared at him forever with it only feeling like a second. To bad it only could last a second.
" Hey, is your name Abigail?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
" I think we're in the same music theory class."
" oh right!", I said as I could feel my heart pounding so fast in my chest. All I could do was pray that he couldn't hear it.
" My name's Lucas...Lucas Johnson."
" Yeah I know"
"Right. So we should probably get to class."
"Yeah we probably should."
As he walked away I was frozen in my footsteps, still to shocked to move. I couldn't believe that a music nerd like me would be lucky enough to be hit in the head with a door by a guy like him.As I walked into class I could feel my palms sweating. Lucas was sitting right in front of the door like always, and the only chair open was behind him. The bell rang so I sat down. Today was the day that we were assigned the pairs for the national music competition NFCM. I've been writing music for my entire life and now it all comes down to one song. Just please God put me with a good partner.
"Class I have randomly assigned you your partners. Okay first is...Brad and Hannah, Katherine and Nate, and Abigail and...."
I crossed my fingers and prayed for a good partner. Most of the time when Ms. Norberry "randomly pairs us" I get stuck with one of those kids who just sit at the back of the class and have no idea what a chromatic scale is.
" Lucas"
No way....Of course I was excited to have him as my partner. But no one has ever heard my music before and now he was going to see my whole writing process! To be honest I'm really nervous. He turned around and looked at me.
" Aren't you like a song writing prodigy?"
"Well not exactly, but I guess I do write a lot."
"Then I'm just lucky to not be stuck with one of those kids who doesn't even know what a chromatic scale is."
"Haha yeah."
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Wanna Write A Love Song
Teen FictionAbigail Kennedy is a quiet shy wallflower like girl. With only her thoughts to carry her away at night. To scared to share her feelings, she longs for a boy, though she knows they can never be together. Lucas a star football player by day, and a ch...