I'll Never Let You Win

11

I slowly stood up, barely able to walk. It had gone dark since they'd left but I hadn't been able to move. I limped my way across the field and back into school so I could leave again. As I was making my way past music, I heard somebody playing guitar. I slowly opened the door and saw Jake sat with his back to me, sat on a stool playing an acoustic guitar. He was trying to play a song and sing along at the same time so he could get it right, but I don't think it was working out because he kept getting frustrated.

"Need help?" I asked him, causing him to jump and spin around to face me.

"Andy! Oh my god, what the hell happened to you? Why are you still here?"

"Umm" I began, shuffling my feet on the floor. "Long story short, it involved Ashley." I offered him, before quickly changing the subject. "Anyway,"

"You sing right?" He asked. I nodded. Jake handed me a piece of paper with some words on.

"The Morticians Daughter" I read aloud. "Can you play it for me so I know how it goes?"

Jake played me the song while humming how the words go. I nodded and I started to sing.

"You're really good. Better than Ashley. I don't see why he's such a dick to you."

"Thanks, and me neither." I replied.

"Have you ever wanted to be in a band?" Jake asked me.

"Always. Singing is the only thing I can do, I'm too stupid to get a job or anything. Ever since I can remember I've wanted to be in a famous band playing arenas every night." I told him. Jake nodded in acknowledgement.

"Then live your dream. Run away" He told me. "Go to Hollywood and find a band. Become famous. You can do anything if you put your mind to it."