Countey Stories

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"What even is so special about me anyways?" Caroline said, frustratedly throwing a pencil across the room after messing up completely on transposing a song. Easton looked up from his piano as the pencil whizzed past his head and rolled his shoulders, looking down. When i hear your voice, i hear an electric guitar rising up and down as your voice does. When you hum it's like the strum of an acoustic, ringing out at the end. The words you speak are the most beautiful in the world. And when you sing, it all comes together as one. You're music, Caroline. No one else makes people feel the way music does, but you. "Lots of things." He said, leaving and unwavering silence in the room. He wished he could really say what was on his mind, but now wasn't the time.