"Can I change this achord for another one?" I asked, since I wouldn't be able to play it without my fingers turn red and be at the point of bleeding
"Actually you can, but you won't" he said with a suspicious look on his face, "cause if you keep changing the achords that you don't know, you will never learn how to play guitar properly"
"I will give the fuck up, I just can't do this" I said, laying the guitar in the couch besides me. I just needed some air, it's sometimes, excruciating try to do something you love and realize you suck at that.
"You won't give anything up" Sam said, following me to the kitchen, "you're gonna sit your pretty little ass on the couch and try it untill you achieve it"
"Oh, it's easy to say when you're a motherfucker talented multi-instrumentalist god" I answered looking angry at him
"So?" he asked
"So what?" I answered, grabbing a glass of wine
"Do you really think I'm a talented god?" he said raising his eyebrows
"Oh, don't be cocky like that! It doesn't fit you"
"You said so yourself" he said laughing
I drank the whole glass at once because I was not feeling like looking him in the eyes.
"Y/N, c'mon" he said grabbing the bottle of wine and putting it into the sink "I'm sorry, okay? for putting this kind of pressure upon you"
"It's okay, it's not your fault anyway, youre a good teacher, don't worry, I will sit my ugly little ass on the couch and try to play that fucking achord again"
"No, you're not sitting your pretty - he stressed - little ass on the couch" he said while wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck "now that you started to drink, we're gonna drink together and forget about this for a while, ok?"
The moment he said that to me, I feel my shoulders giving in and felt the anger getting out of my body. It was almost magical how he could make me feel better just by touching me.
"I'm so afraid of never being good enough" I whispered quietly
"Hey" he said delicately touching my chin with his thumb and looking straight into my eyes "Don't you ever said that again, ok? Not when I’m around... there are only two things I'm pretty sure in this world, and one of that is that you are an amazing singer and songwriter, maybe the best of our generation" he said seriously.
I hugged him even tighter because that meant the world to me. Knowing that he admired me and believed in me more than myself. That was crazy and I never believed I could ever find someone like him.
"What's the other thing you sure in life?" I asked looking up at him.
He looked down, putting his forehead against mine, our noses touching, and whispered "The other one is that I am so fucking lucky to have you by my side".
So he layed the softest kiss in my lips and everything didn't matter anymore. Who he was and who I wanted to be. We were just two people in love with each other. We drank a lot that night. And danced to Eric Clapton's discography. In the end, we were both pretty lucky.
