Just A Song

6

After my classes ended I headed into the city to maybe get a milkshake in the Cafe Lucian took me to. I wasn't quite sure what else to do so I made my way there.

As I walked through the door the little bell chimed to anounce a new customer. I was a little surprised as I saw they changed the decorations. Where some flowers were placed a few days ago, are little pumpkins and fake-leafs now. Even the curtains were different from before and the dark red tone of them went well with the smaller fall decoration, which were located everywhere around the Café.

The sweet scent of coffee and chocolate is still the same, I could literally fall in love with this smell.

After I ordered and found a small table at a window, I tried to relax a little listening to my favorite songs.
But even the music couldn't calm me down. Maybe trying to write a new song would help. I thought.

So I tried to figure out a topic for the song, a mood, a feeling.
Just something I could base it on. After I wrote a page on my notebook with possible topics I decided to go with something more critical I couldn't really name it, it just felt like it was what I wanted to write all along.

At this moment all the times and situations someone called me weird because they didn't understand my point of view flashed through my brain. Just because their opinion was what we were all taught to believe as children. Things which were symbolized and simplified for kids to understand. But they did never see the need to change it in their mind from the simple, symbolized version to the harsh reality. I never thought I was smarter than them, simply confused why I had to be wrong just because most people thought of it another way. Hardly anyone even listened to a kid who didn't really accept their easy versions of reality. So I stopped asking them about it, stopped telling the adults that their story to 'teach' children something didn't make any sense to me. They only ever told me I was to dumb to understand.
I mean all the symbols we don't even have to interpret anymore because we were taught there was only one right interpretation, which doesn't make sense by the way. If that would be the case it wouldn't be an interpretation anymore.
That's exactly what I wanted my next song to be about.
As I thought about it, I scribbled about 3 pages, filled with ideas, phrases, single lines and later on the actual lyrics.

The next time I glanced up, away from my notebook, I noticed the sun was already setting. I took a look around the Cafe only to be met with the realisation I was the last guest. As I noticed this I quickly packed my things and went to the young, bored-looking guy who stood at the counter.  
I didn't want him to have to stay longer because of me. He was probably told not to 'disturb' guests.

"Hey, I am soooo sorry, I didn't notice the time passing.", I told him as I stood in front of the counter.

"Oh it's okay. I didn't have plans for today anyways, so I didn't want to disturb you. You seemed really into whatever you were writing, it's good to see people doing something they're passionate about.", he told me, staring in to my eyes.
"I should still apologize for causing you to stay longer at work. But thank you, it really is important to me.", I replied while laying the money for my shake on the counter.
"come on you should go home now too", I felt really bad, being the one he had to stay at work longer for.
"yeah, probably. You want a ride home?"
"you.. You really don't have to do that for me.I can walk, it's no problem", I was utterly confused by his suggestion. Why would he ask a stranger if they needed a ride home.

"I insist on bringing you home", he said with a small smile. And by then I was creeped out and scared. Every rational explanation for his behavior ends with murder in my mind.
He seemed to notice he scared me because the next second he backed of slowly and said,
"Oh, I'm sorry didn't mean to freak you out. It's fine, see you next time you write for hours in the Café."
"Sure, see you", was my weak reply, before I left the café and headed home. Once again music playing in my earphones.