Remember the days when you thought everything could never get bad, before anything did? When you were held in arms, and the whole world revolved around you. That's how I felt when my parents were alive. They payed attention too me, like I was the last diamond on the earth and they had too save it too protect it. I layed in my bed, thinking of possibilities. What if I could've saved them? they would still be here. Days passed and I lied in my room doing the only thing that kept me safe. Music. My mom used too say, music could connect a person too the world and make them realize they have a life. They can't waste any minute of it. If that made sense too you? When I was a kid it didn't matter. I enjoyed it alot. My mom and I would just sit in the car listening too ton of Bon Jovi records over and over again. It always took me too a happy place, some where far far away.
I woke up too reality, I got out of bed and rubbed my eyes. I should do something today. I would walk around this small city. Yes, I will. I put on blue jeans, with a short red tshirt. Walked downstairs, and ran out the door. The air smelt like a dozen of roses, as I walked down the road too the middle of the town. The sun was shining brightly, it almost felt like it was beating me up. I walked down the sidewalk looking at the shops on the side of me. I stopped when I came across a guy with a plaid red shirt on, getting ready too set his guitar up. He looked kind of young. maybe teens? 20's?
"Hey, I'm Zack?" He said, while handing out his hand. When I didn't put out my hand he let his hand down and began setting his guitar up.
"What do you do here?" I looked at him, while I thought I was asking a stupid question. Duh, he has a guitar he's pretty much likely going too play it.
"Well, uh. Sing actually, you sing?" He said, while giving me a look of excitement.
"No too tell you the truth, I actually can't. I'm the worse." I said, I smiled. he nodded his head for understanding.
"My dad owns the shop down ahead. I play the guitar for him, you know when he sings."
"That's nice, well I live just 2 blocks away." I was still smiling realizing I was creeping him out.
"You have a beautiful smile." He said, smiling and blushing. I looked back, I thought was he talking too some one else? No. He got up and scratched his head.
"Sorry If I offended you." He said, and picked his brown bag up. I guess I was giving him the "look" I always gave too people, when I thought they were really insane.
I laughed and said, "No. I just. I have too go. Bye." I turned around, and walked away. Thinking, if he would just stop me, wishing if anyone could just pay attention to me.