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𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 // 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶 - 𝓹𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼
Her voice.
Every word she sang, poured out emotion. And it hit me, I've heard her before.
I remembered almost a year ago, hearing the same girl at one of the open mics. Our band was performing that night and had shown up early to begin set up. Some artists came and played a couple songs before bands usually headlined later in the night. I caught myself staring from backstage, vaguely hearing Kaji getting frustrated behind me because I stopped helping. I never saw her face though. The moment she left the stage, she left the bar in a hurry. Only stopping for moment to quickly talk to the owner before running out the door.
After hearing what y/n told me earlier, do I understand why she left straight away.
"You should really perform again," I said, coiling a lock of her hair around my finger. Her head was resting against my lap.
"Again?" She jerked her head back, with a confused looked on her face. I forgot that I hadn't shared my memory of her yet.
I let out a quick laugh, and ran my fingers through my hair, "Yeah, I mean — I've heard you in person before."
I wasn't sure how to tell her any other way. I told her about the time I saw her perform, but never got the chance of meeting her.
Y/n sat up and twisted her body towards you. Her brows furrowed with a confused look on her face.
"You're serious," she acted as though I was lying to her. By the look on my face, she could tell I was serious, "I don't think I could." She began to shake her head and get off the bed. Y/n then started to organize her notebooks and song lyrics as a way to distract herself from what I said.
I pushed myself off the bed and came up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her neck, gently placing a kiss.
"What if I played for you? You sing, and I play." I turned her around to face me. Her hands her clasped together in front of her mouth, while she avoided eye contact. I followed her gaze until she looked at me.
"There's an open mic right before Christmas, we could do this together. You won't be alone." I tried convincing her.
She then turned away from me, and started to shuffle through her work. She ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook. Y/n quickly read through it, biting on her thumbnail out of concentration. I sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting to see what her answer would be.
Y/n then shoved the piece of paper towards me. It was another one of her songs. I glanced it over.
"I'll do it," she said hesitantly, "but you're serious about doing this with me?"
I nodded. I wanted to do this for her. I could tell how much she enjoyed herself when she sang, despite how nervous she might have been.
She took a deep breath, and sat down next to me and placed her head against my shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered.
author's note // not my favorite and it's a little short, but i might add to this later. hopefully the next one is better! :)
