Caught In a bad Romance

Chapter Two: Sam

I was really hoping this guy wasn't an axe murder because I just asked to go up to is his room, who the hell does that after meeting a person five minutes prior. To be fair though who asks someone to join a band within five minutes of meeting them... probably an axe murder.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Noah said opening the door with a flourish. The studio apartment was humble, but at least he wasn't living out of an old roommates apartment for half rent. The apartment had records stacked in random places, vintage band posters cover the walls, the bed had such fluffy blankets it looked like I would sink into them, there was no overhead lighting just lamps and fairy lights littered across the room. "Like I said, humble," he said looking at the floor for a moment.

"It's great, I really like it. I didn't realize this complex had studio apartments." I said."Really, what are you renting?" Noah asked."Uh... well it's actually a friends apartment, she had to move for a job for about a year, she couldn't afford to keep the apartment sitting there so she rents it to me at a discount... and I'm telling you my whole life story... sorry." I looked up from my shoes to see Noah smiling, I noticed his smile curved to one side more, and I was staring at his lips. Might as well drool on his shoes too.

"Nah, it's all good. so the song?"

He phrased like a question so I just replied, "Yeah the song..." He chuckled and picked up his guitar case. "what are you laughing at!" I said, realizing I was just about to stomp my foot and narrowly holding myself back.

"You!" he said back with that same sideways grin.

"Well, what about me!" I asked now on the defensive.

"It's nothing," Noah said pulling out his guitar, I was instantly distracted.

"Oh my god, it's gorgeous!" I said rushing over to him forgetting my sheepishness. The guitar was a black but it had a thick coating of something that made it spark beautifully in the light. 

"What is on it?" I asked in amazement.

"I don't know I bought it online with the same reaction as you." I smiled up at him and looked back down to run my fingertips on along it. "You play?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, not much though, just needed some background music to write songs with," I said, the words just slipped out of my mouth, I had never told anyone about my songwriting, it felt too personal, but then I just told a guy who I'm not entirely sure isn't an axe murder!

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Noah said.

"Sorry," I said just as confused as him, "I've never told anyone I write before, and I'm not entirely sure why I just told you."

"Oh, alright I just tell anyone. your secret is safe with me." he did a motion of locking his lips and throwing the key away. I laughed slightly. "So," he picked up the guitar and jumped down on his bed, "do you know the lyrics?" he asked.

"I mean the song is on my playlist, but I need a second to look at them," I said.

"Great!" Noah patted the spot in front of him and pulled his computer off his side table. I took the cue and sat on the bed, sure enough, the blankets were soft as hell. "okay... here!" he said turning the laptop to face me.

I looked at the lyrics memorizing the first course and the choirs. Noah strummed a few cords and looked up to smile at me, "Need to warm up?" he asked.

"Uh yes..." I said, warming up was an extremely embarrassing part of sing, but very necessary for high notes.

"good because so do I," he said, "unless you would not like me to back up sing, I won't the until your comfortable of course." He smiled.

I smiled back at himself consciously tucking my hair behind my ear "I'm cool with the backup, just let me get my barrings you know."

He stumbled a few cords and I instantly knew the warm-up, "Mommy made me mash my M & M" I sang "are you five?" I asked in between the cords.

We both went up an octave, "It's a good warm-up!" he defended and then continued, he stopped after we went three more octaves up, I went four to show off.

"Okay my turn, give me the cords to the choirs of somewhere over the rainbow," I said."That's not in my range!" he argued.

"You're not the one who has to hit three E5's, thank you very much." Noah started stuming the choirs of somewhere over the rainbow. I decided to go a few notes high on the "where" part of the song, to which Noah's eyes widened.

"Damn, your good," he said.

"Why thank you," I said doing a small bow.

"Meow, meow, meow, meow!" He sung, scrunching up his face.

"Your a middle school vocal coach I swear!" I said, but couldn't keep the laughter out of my tone.

"What!" he said, "These are great warm-ups, I don't know what you're talking about" I just shook my head and went along with his meows.

"Ok, you ready?" I asked after a few more warm-ups.

"Yeah, you?" he asked.

I nodded and looked back down at the lyrics "Bare with me this might be bad the first few times." I said, he just smiled, shook his head, and began playing.

I carried the melodies well-enough, but I could work on that, but I managed to nail all three high notes, we still had much more song left but Noah stopped after the last high note. "What the hell? That was your first try? Are you some sort of sorriest?" Noah asked.

"What, the melodies where horrific." I protested.

"Oh my god, you're serious." He placed the back of his hand to my forehead, "you must be sick." he declared.

I smacked his hand away, "your an asshole." I said.

"your amazing," he replied, he gave me no room to say something back he just began playing the tune again.

I ended up staying in Noah's room till 2 am, half of that time was spent singing the other was spent laughing. I was doomed after he casually asked if I wanted a beer. Mostly we spent the night trying to make each other laugh, either by making a strange face or say some ridiculous joke, I found that I was extremely happy I randomly started singing the stairway.