Only in My Dreams

Chapter 4

Believe it or not, Nolan is a very popular name on social media. If I wanted to follow him, I needed more than his first name. I sat on the couch staring at my phone with the list of Nolans, not know which one is the correct one based on the profile picture.

I decided to give up, throwing my phone on the couch next to me. I have the day off from obligations so I decided to finish my homework for Monday.

While I was deep in my work, 2 hours in, my phone buzzed.

Instagram
Nolan Aberra has requested to follow you

My heart dropped. I started to feel my face flush and my heart beat faster. I tapped on the notification and logged on to Instagram. Not being able to really see the profile picture on the tiny screen, I decided to accept the follow request and requested to follow him back to figure out if he's the person I was thinking about.

He accepted right away so I tapped to see his profile. Pictures filled the screen. There were many pictures with him along with pictures of what I assumed was his dogs. There was a golden retriever that kept popping up into the collage of pictures. It made my heart melt to see all of these pictures.

As I was scrolling, I saw a video that he posted. I decided to click on it.

It started playing and I rushed to plug in my earbuds. His dark brown hair was the first thing that I saw in the video. As he adjusted the camera, I started seeing more of him and noticed he had his guitar. Once he set down the phone, he adjusted his fingers on the guitar and started strumming and plucking.

I didn't recognize the tune but it sounded beautiful. It made my heartbeat slow down and somehow his music made me feel super relaxed. Then he started singing. I was even more transfixed on him. He had sweet vibrato with a raspy but clear tone that made my heart sing along. When the video ended, I looked at what the song was to try to add it to my music library.

His caption said, "I've started writing this piece; the temporary title is Happiness. Let me know what you think!" 

I shuddered in the shock of his talent. When he said he wasn't that good at the party, I imagined him being the worst singer with the worst way of writing music with words. Nolan was not the case, in fact, he was more than I could have ever expected. He was brilliant with a guitar and a pen. I wish he knew.

I was tempted to write in the comments but then I realized this video was written 4 months ago. If I started messing with his posts, even just liking the video, it would show him that I am in fact going through his profile. I don't want to be the stalker now. In the end, I decided to leave it alone.

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