The Boy Behind The Drums

The Boy Behind The Drums

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I look up from my phone to see all eyes on me. "Amy what are you doing? Get off your phone!" Grace yells at me, but I'm not listening. Instead all my attention is focused on the boy watching me who is behind the drum set. He winks and smiles at me before he says something to the boy with the microphone and he speaks up. "Seems we got her attention didn't we" microphone boy says and everyone laughs. They begin to play the music again and I put my phone away, looking every once in a while to the boy behind the drums. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• She looks up from her phone and her friends says something to her, but she doesn't seem to hear her. Her eyes are focused on me and I wink and smile at her before I call out to Clark. "Hey we should keep playing" I say to him and he speaks. "Seems we got her attention didn't we?" he says and everyone laughs. We begin to play the music again and she puts her phone away looking up at me once in a while. I play, but my mind lingers on her face. I need to know who she is.
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