✨The Byrds Stories ✨

Gram Parsons#2

You walked into a bar,called "Oliver's".
It was a chilly Boston night, you rarely ever went out. Due to being always bombarded with work. But,tonight was the night youd treat yourself knowing you needed it more than anything.

You sat down in a corner booth,looking up towards one of the acts that was on stage.
A long-haired hippie-type was up on stage with a guitar,other boys surrounded him with various instruments. But, he drawed you in, wanting you to feel his pain,making your heart sink with every word. You listened to him intently

You may be
Sweet and nice
But that won't keep you warm at night
'Cause I'm the one
Who showed you how
To do the things you're doing now
He may feel all your charms
He may hold you in his arms
But I'm the one
Who let you in
I was right
Beside you then

     He looked down at the crowd, you caught his icy stare,his pale blue eyes showing pure sadness,his angelic features framing his face beautifully. As the song came to a close, you gravitated towards him.wanting to know everything thing about him,to see how he could ease such pain or if he ever did. You walked up to him,he was much taller than expected probably over six foot. "Hello"you said shakily,he turned around a soft smile apoun his face. You couldn't help but stare,he was rather pretty for a  boy,something you rarely see in Boston.
"Hello there,ma'am" he spoke,his southern accent making my stomach flip. "I really enjoyed your show-your famous,right?"you asked,eager to know. He chuckled "Well,Thank ya'-the famous part thats something I'll save for another time,Darling" he spoke,you nearly died right on the spot. The words he spoke were like gold,and little flecks of it burned into your soul. He leaned down and pecked your cheek,"Now, I didn't quite catch your name"he says "I'm Y/N you?" "The names Gram. Gram Parsons"he says extending his hand, I took it,his long bony finger clasped mine. Wishing he'd touch me with those fingers once more, Hell, I was driving myself insane.
"Well,I ought get going I gotta a bus to catch, I'll see ya around,Little Darling"he waves you goodbye walking out into the cold night. This Hippie Cowboy was something else,blush spread to your cheeks as you thought of his name "Gram Parsons"you whispered to yourself
"I oughta remember that"you say with confidence walking into the cold Boston night.