overwhelming [m.h]

[ 7 ]

I took a look at my phone, and in there a text was waiting to be opened. It had a little "it's matty. here's the address: ". I saved the phone number, and went upstairs. I took one look at my closet and sighed. I had the taste of a twelve year old boy going through his "emo-phase". I took out a pair of black mom jeans, and I paired it up with a loose white shirt, and some docs, and made my way to Matty's with my guitar. I felt nervous, for no reason. This was the first time I was hanging out with the guys for longer than 5 minutes or on the way to school. The big green sweater I wore made the cold air feel a bit warm, and soon enough I was standing in front of Matty's house. I bit my inner cheek and knocked the door. A short, blonde woman opened the door, clearly older, around my mom's age, if not a bit older. Then again, my mom looked a lot older due to stress.

"You must be Mae! You're early!" She smiled as she opened way for me to walk in. I did so, and I put my guitar case down, to stretch out my hand. "I'm Denise, it's lovely to meet you, Matty's in the basement, that's where they practice." She said as she pointed to the little wooden door, I gulped. Alone, with a guy, in a basement. There are two kinds of fucked I could end up as, and neither seemed nice. I smiled at Denise and made my way downstairs after quietly thanking her.

There I saw Matty, he was clearly cleaning up after himself, as I noticed a couple of old pizza boxes and some other trash. He smiled at me like he had been caught something he wasn't supposed to be doing, and I smiled at him.
"Hey." He said, as I made my way across the room. "You changed." My brain began to spiral into overthinking mode, what was I thinking? Will he think I'm trying to impress him? Am I trying to impress him? Why? Do I dig him? I mean he is fit, but.. "You look good." He said, with a smile. I could almost feel my heart jumping out and running away to Paris. But instead, I just muttered out a small "thank you".

I sat down in a couch they had there and I took out my guitar. It was an old guitar, used to belong to my dad, and it was covered in stickers from all around the world. When they were younger, my mom and my dad used to travel around as journalists, and they took the guitar everywhere. My dad was cool like that. Until he got into an accident and fell into a coma, since then my mom has been visiting every chance she had, and I would occasionally tag along, the days where it wasn't too hard for me.

"That's a really nice guitar." Matty said as he sat down next to me, and took a look at it, I smiled. "It was my dad's" I replied with a proud smile, as I passed my fingers along all the stickers, and then my sight traveling back to Matty. "Can I?" He asked as he reached for the guitar, I nodded, and handed it to him with a lot of delicacy. He played around with the strings for a bit, playing a melody I hadn't heard before. I looked at him as he played. There was a certain concentration in his face, however he was completely vulnerable as he played, as if he was pouring out his entire soul into this one specific melody. I would feel my heart raise it's heart beat.

Our eyes locked for a minute, I could feel myself holding my breath, he stopped playing for a moment, and we just sat there. The universe falling apart as our eyes kept an unbreakable conversation. My heart was ready to jump out of a window. Suddenly a text ring broke the loud silence we were holding.

"Everyone's here." He said looking down at his phone. I sighed and he passed me the guitar as he saw the rest of the guys walk inside. I waved at them, as I smiled. "Excuse me, where's the bathroom?" I asked Matty, needing a minute to recover from what had just happened. He pointed at a little door in the corner of the room, and I nodded, walking in that direction. As soon as the door closed, I could feel my knees weakening. I leaned against the sink, and looked at my red face in the mirror.
I sighed and after quickly washing my hands I walked out. The guys were already setting up.
"Okay, we're gonna need your total sincerity with this shit. We need you to beat us up with critics." George said, as he settled himself into the drum set, and I nodded. I sat in the couch in which Matty and I had been previously, and waited for them to begin. I took a minute to look around the room. There were a lot of posters in the walls, of big, legendary bands. There was also some shitty artwork and in the back of the room there was a bed with a black duvet over it, and a bunch of old pillows. I dismissed it, and my eyes went back to the band.

"This song is called Sex", said Matty, and then played the first notes on his guitar. His voice filled the room, as the rest of the instruments joined. And the loudness translated into incredible rhythmical vibrations into my soul. A part of me was completely geeking out over them. Emotion and passion was leaking out of them like an overflowing fountain, and I felt overwhelmed. They were... well, there aren't any words in the english vernacular to describe my emotions.

They played the last strums, and looked at me, expecting almost something. But I just sat there, in shock. "How was that?" Asked Matty, looking at me with urgency. "That was amazing, holy shit!" I said, standing up. I couldn't contain my excitement any more. They all looked so happy. "You guys are amazing, and then George you're so awesome at the drums, and Adam holy shit you're so good, Matty your voice is amazing I felt like I was going to combust, and Ross holy shit you're so talented." I suddenly exploded in a bit of a fan girl tangent which seemed to overwhelm them with happiness. "You guys are gonna be amazing." I finished up, and Adam just hugged me, followed by Matty, then Ross, only to finalize with George.