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#85 You Play An Instrument

#85 You Play An Instrument

Luke:

You played the trumpet. Super random, but fun to you. In third grade your school passed out flyers for music lessons after school, whether itwas strings, band, or choir. It was only $25, and your parents thought that you learning an instrument would be good for you. You had to fill out what instrument you wanted to play on the form, so the instructor could rent enough instruments. When you and your father sat down at thetable talking about it, you simply said the trumpet because it was the first thing you thought of. Your father scribbled it down, slipped $25 in anenvelope, let you lick the seal, sealed it, and wrote your name on the front, slipping it into your purple polka dot backpack forschool the next day.

When you first started your lessons, you were terrible but of course, you kept trying, and now you were eighteen and you could play incredibly well. You never played when you were around Luke, and he never knew you could play. You were a bit embarrassed, him playing his guitar while you have a trumpet, it and all your music tucked into a case in your closet. When he wasn’t home, you would pull it out,
beginning to play.

One day, after he announced he was going out to lunch with the guys, you nodded, waving him off. When you heard the car drive down the street, you ran upstairs, digging out your trumpet and headed to the music room. Pushing off Luke’s sheet music, you replaced it with your own. Pressing your lips to the mouthpiece, you blew into it, beginning to play the song Talk Dirty to Me by Jason Derulo. Despite the song
being what it was, it was lots of fun to play. You were a bit rusty at first, but by the time you finished the bridge, you were back to your old self, completely lost in the music.

By the time you finished, you heard clapping from behind you and you jumped, almost having a heart attack. You turned and saw Luke, you going bright red.

“Lucas Robert Hemmings, don’t sneak up on me like that!” you yelled, him laughing and drawing you into a hug.

"Darling, you did great," he smiled.

"I didn’t know you played?" you flushed a bit, looking at the silver trumpet in your hand.
"I don’t know.. It’s a bit embarrassing," you told him, and he chuckled, shaking his head.

"(Y/N), that was great. I came back for my phone, but when I get home later, I want a full concert,” he flashed you a grin and pecked your lips, jogging out the door to the car, leaving you flushed but smiling.

Ashton:

The piano/keyboard. You’ve been playing for five years, and were pretty all right if you did say so yourself. Ashton knew you loved to sing, but you never sang much in front of him. While he performed show aftershow, fearlessly drumming and singing up there, you never could bring yourself to in front of a crowd more than ten people, and even then, you sang shyly.

Your piano playing began when you were in your choir room and no one was in there, and you started poking at the keys. You thought it was interesting, so you asked your mum to sign you up for lessons. She was ecstatic, and signed you up for private lessons once a week, soon twice as you got better. Your mom loved to listen to you play and sing, being your biggest fan.

On one of the days the boys had a rehearsal for a show, you had decided to stay back at the hotel. You were determined to show Ashton you could perform, which basically meant you filming yourself quickly to upload online. You had gotten a keyboard among all the band equipment. Asking if it was needed, they shook their heads, saying it was an extra. You took it happily, back to the hotel room where you set the keyboard up, turning it on and setting up the camera.