No no noooo! Where is my hoodie! I have this hoodie that looks relaxed but also well put together. I look around my room and there's no hoodie to be seen. Welp I've just got to go with something else huh.
I rush over to my closet and pull off my Blonde hoodie off it's hanger. Once I've tied my converse, I speed-walk over to Hina's.
"Hi Ms...", gosh I always embarrass myself. I feel very low when I try to pronounce Hina's Japanese last name, Miyahara. "You may just call me by my English name, Sarah." "Thank you Sarah", I say while Sarah allows me to come in. "How have you been Ruel?" "Uhh good", I stand at the kitchen island as Sarah fills me a cup of water. "How's school?" "Very well", I lie. "Well that's good to hear. I'll call Hina." I smile as a response. As Sarah comes back to the kitchen, Hina follows behind and motions me to come to her room. I nod and go to her.
"Hi!" "Heyy", I say. "Have you ever been in my room?" "Uhh I don't think soooo." "Okay well just remember it's this door", Hina shows a door with a collage of pictures. "Okay", I smile in return. She opens the door, revealing a big window facing greenery and a cozy bed next to it. "Oh it's nice!" "Thanks", Hina says.
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(Just pretend the bed is made LOL)
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We had some talk. I check the time and it's been half an hour. "So you sing right", Hina asks. My hands start to sweat. "I uhh. Ye-yeah I sing." "Are you just in choir orrr you know?" "Oh I have a few songs. Don't you write?" "Oh uh yeah", Hina says.
HINA
"I was thinking we could do a collab for fun. I can write songs for you?" "I mean that's an awesome idea! But I think it'll be way better if you sung with me", when he said that my heart stopped. "Yeeah, no." "Oh come on. Your voice is a natural. It's too good to hide!" The only thing I hear is my heart beat now. "Hina, Hina", Ruel waves his hand across my face. "Oh what? Sorry I was dazed for a moment", I giggle. "If you want to collab, you need to sing with me!" "Uhmm...", I look around my room. "Okay fine", I say. "YESsss", Ruel jumps up.
"Can I take a look on your songs?" "Hm okay. Nobody gets to see my songs. You are first person that's not my family to see them", I dig through one of my unpacked boxes. I pull out my thick notebook full of songs from when I was ten years old. Of course I plan to show Ruel my newer songs. "Here", I flip to the last song I wrote in Canada.
Ruel's eyes scan through the page and doodles I drew. "Wow how do you come up with these lines?!" "I'm not too sure. Just lots of inspiration", I say nonchalantly. "Damn."
After that we have some awkward silence until Ruel brakes it.
"I've got something to tell you... or something I do", what does he mean? "Okay what is it?" "Er um. I'm a singer."
