Skybreak [not to be continued]

VII

I woke up, on the right side of the bed, opening my eyes and (for the first time since Rosa had passed away) felt completely happy and at peace with the world. I was in a new world. I felt fresh and as if I was a completely different person, I was smiling as I pulled myself out of my warm bed and onto the hard, cold floor - feeling ready to start this day.

Within the hour, I had eaten and was dressed, my guitar safely cased in my hand and the room key in my bag - ready to go and find a street to entertain. I had my headphones plugged into my ears and I strolled into one of the tube stations near me and pulled out my guitar.

Seeing as it was early in the morning, the majority of the people were on the rush hour tube traffic heading to work. It was unlikely that on a Tuesday morning many people would be shopping at seven in the morning; I thought the tube station was a good place to start my day.

I attached my guitar to its strap and slid my plectrum off the chain where it constantly hung around my neck. A few passers-by, ones who seemed not to be in a rush, paused by me as I began to play a classic guitar song: Wonderwall.

Strumming the introduction and into the first verse, a few people stopped every now and again and I could see many faces walking along, singing or mouthing the words with me.

"And all the road we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that lead the way are blinding. There are many thing that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how..."

Some kind people even stopped and dropped a few coins in my guitar case, which lay open next to me. This made me smile, but I wasn't doing it for the money. I just loved music. The entertainment and the fact that it just made people smile as they walked past. I soon finished the song, and swiftly started on playing another one: Ed Sheeran's classic 'Lego House'.

"I'm going to pick up the pieces and build a Lego house, if things go wrong we can knock it down."

I lost myself in the song, this in particular being one of my all-time favourites, and hardly noticed the appearance of the two boys from yesterday as they walked past me. As I was singing, the youngest looking one (the one I had seen yesterday with blonde floppy hair) joined in as I sung the chorus.

"I'm out of touch, I'm out of love. I'll pick you up when you're getting down and out all of these things I've done, I think I love you better now"

He sang a harmony line, which beautifully complemented what I was singing and his friends stayed watching us until we'd finished the song.

"Your voice is amazing!" I praised him as I played the final chords. "Seriously, you could get a career in music."

He blushed slightly and looked down, looking absolutely adorable. "I like singing." He muttered out, looking around for his friends. His accent was adorable, and he just seemed so cute that I wanted to hug him and cuddle him. "That's one of my favourite songs."

"Mine too!" I added. "Do you want to sing another? That is if your friends don't mind?" I looked over to where the three other boys stood: the other one from yesterday, then one with the longest fringe ever, and one who looked like his best friend was a straightener.

"Cal, Mikey, Ash!" He called over before turning back to me. "We're in a band, they're my band mates. I'm a singer and guitarist, then those lots are on guitar, drums and bass. We all sing."

I gaped at him. "You are in a band!? Please can you sing with me?" I asked, probably looking slightly desperate. "I bet you're amazing."

He smiled, letting the compliment boost his ego. "Do you know Jersey by Mayday Parade?

"Do I? That song is amazing. Right, you can start." His band mates were stood me now, and I looked at my new friend, who I was yet to learn the name of, and nodded for him to start.

"'Cause Jersey just got colder and, I'll have you know I'm scared to death. That everything that you had said to me was just a lie until you left. Now I'm hoping just a little but stronger, hold me up just a little bit longer, I'll be fine I swear, I'm just gone beyond repair."

I came in with the guitar part, strumming as we both continued to sing the song. It was an unspoken rule that we both followed, missing the bridge as he knew they guitar part was obviously too hard to play in front of people, it was fine to play inside your room when you were jamming out, but not here.

As we finished, several people were clapping (his band mates included), and many people had placed money (notes and coins) into my guitar which lay abandoned next to me. I leant down and grabbed some of the change before to turning around.

"Here," I pressed the change into his hand. "It's yours ..." I paused, realised I still didn't know his name.

"Luke. And thanks." He finished, taking the change off me. He smiled, in the most adorable way. "Hey, that was fun. We should do it again sometime." With his final words, his smiled and walked off - leaving me and my guitar on an empty platform. My smile slowly faded, as realisation kicked in that I was alone again - no longer with the company of the Luke-band. I wondered what they were called. What type of music did they sing? I shook my head, I needed to distract myself from these crazy thoughts.

It was time to play another tune