Guitaristxbookworm Stories

He had this calm, quiet intensity about him. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, and the way he kept his focus on the strings, occasionally nodding along to the rhythm, it was like he was lost in his own world. And somehow, I wanted to be part of it. A.Q She wasn't dancing. She wasn't screaming like her friend beside her. She was just... watching. Calm, but with this spark in her eyes like she was listening differently-like she actually heard the notes. Most people don't. S.O