Dreaming
*Brittney's pov*
I'm in a band, and it may just be some little garage band thing that we do on the weekends, but what other people don't realize is that I want to be famous. My emotions build as I picture standing on a stage holding a microphone and having fans scream my name and holding up signs that read clever or perverted things on them. But no one understands how badly I want it.
While I wait for the other guys in my band to show up, I hammer out a melody on my piano. No one really knows that I write songs, and I’d like to keep it that way. My music is a way of escaping reality. No one judges on my ability to write. I got a little carried away and started singing along, improving both lyrics and piano.
“Wow! That’s really good,” I hear Trey say. “Who’s that by?” I turn around a blush deeply. You see, Trey is the real keyboardist in our band. He can play amazingly, and then there’s me.
“Um thanks. It’s... uh... an original,” I stutter as Trey laughs.
“Can I play something?” asked Trey as he slowly nudged me over, sending electrical sparks all up and down my body. He started playing softly, getting progressively louder. I knew the song, and I started singing the lyrics without thinking. Suddenly he stops.
He notices me looking confused and says, “Hey Dan.” I look up and realize that while I was captivated by Trey, Dan and the other guys walked in. Time to start practice.
*Trey’s pov*
As I walk into Brittney’s garage I hear a really pretty song playing and she’s singing along. I stand there quietly not wanting to disrupt the moment that she was obviously having. I didn’t recognize the song, but I kept listening. Realizing that it’d be extremely awkward if she finishes and finds me staring at her, I start talking and immediately regret it because she stopped playing.
I start laughing because she just looked so embarrassed that I caught her playing. I nudge Brittney over gently and start playing a slow song that reminds me of her.
“I don’t know you but I want you...” I hear her start singing along. I look up and see Dan, my older brother, walk in and I stop playing. Brittney had the look of confusion and disappointment on her face. I’m not sure what my expression was on the outside, but on the inside I was pretty sad that I had to end that moment with her.
*three months before that~Brittney’s pov*
I hate school. Never liked it, never will. The first half of the day always goes by in a blur. The same thing in every class, learning pointless things while I’m on my phone the whole time. My favorite parts of the day are when I see Trey. I would walk by him in the hallway and we would look at eachother for a second and keep on going. Everytime I see him I have no words to explain my emotions. It’s when you would say something like, “asdfjkl;” or “my feels.”
Most girls flirt with the guy that they like, but I don’t even talk to Trey. I just stare awkwardly imagining what he is thinking at the moment. I haven’t even had a full on conversation with him. I feel like he would be wasting his time on me. I’m a freshman and he’s a junior. I’m not attractive at all, while attractive doesn’t even begin to describe his blonde hair that he flicks out of his face and his piercing blue eyes that someone can’t help but to look deep into.
*one day later*
I was just sitting in the band room waiting until it was time to get into our uniforms for the football game, when someone walked up to me. I look up and I see Trey standing over me.
In pure shock I stutter, “Yeah?”
“Can you sing? Do you want to be in a band?” Trey asked
Trying to act all cool and not like some over-excited freshman, I cooly replied, “Yes. To both questions.” I was in a band. I have no idea who else was in it, but if it means more time with Trey, I’m all up for it.
