Stay with Me.
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Last published Sun, Oct 25, 2015
Justin's P.O.V
I was in the basement with my band, Stars Can't Shine Without Darkness. We was playing My Sacrifice By Creed. We tried to write our own songs, but it didn't work out. We failed so many time it wasn't even funny. I started playing the intro of the song on my guitar, then the band joined in after a couple of seconds. Then I stared singing.
"Hello my friend we meet again. Its been awhile where should we begin? It feels like forever. With you my heart is memories. A perfect love that y-"
I messed up a cord while I was playing guitar.
"Sorry guys" I mumbled as I turned around to see the guys reactions. And I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I'm about 5'7, I have black hair, I have snakebites and a tongue ring. I also have hazel eyes and I am 17 years old. I turned around to see my brother Jasper walking down the stairs.
"Hey bro, I was wondering if you wanted to come up and meet my best friend?" He asked.
"Um sure, I will after the guys and I clean up."
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