Still from Nick POV
I couldn't keep my eyes off her. It was like I was the only one listening to her, I mean, it sure felt that way. Like only I could appreciate talent, arrogant, I know, but that's how I wanted to feel, not arogant, but appreciative.
And her music made me daydream, I drifted off for I don't know how long. First, the audience disappeared, the bartender too. For a few moments I was alone in the bar, with her. Then the bar disappeared, then the stage, then the tables and even my own chair. Only she remained, in a dim light not too far away, playing her colorful guitar and singing as if only for me. It was like we were no where, in no time or space. Between us only emptiness. It felt wonderful, private. As if there was no one else in this world but us. And in those moments that I dreamed, I really wished things were like that. That I had her all to myself, and that she had me just as much. A sense of belonging to somebody like that, yes, that's what I wanted.
As I continued to dream, I studied her, more and more, memorizing each feature, each movement of her mouth, each note that she sang, each word of her songs. They were about love, about finding happiness in the arms of another, about the symbol of a kiss. I listened as if it were all for ME. As if if she was TALKING to me through these songs, as if they were ABOUT me.
I tried to wake up, not that I wanted to, but I knew I had to. What was I doing anyway? I was focusing my whole attention on this girl, wanting to know everything about her, to talk to her, to have her. But why? Why was I so caught up in her spell? What was so special about her? Did I really like her? Or was it just the loneliness that I had been feeling lately? Did I want this girl, or did I want just any girl? And most importantly, did I need a girl at all?
Suddenly, I could see the inside of the bar again, and I could hear the laughing voices of the two guys next to me. I could see the bartender, wiping a glass. I could feel the seat underneath me again. I began, once more, to be fully aware of where I was. And she was still singing, she had never stopped. She was still beautiful, and her voice still as soft. She had remained the same.
No, I said to myself. This was ridiculous! Was I really that miserable? Was I really that lonely? To want the first pretty girl that came my way? Sure, she seemed nice, and she obviously loved music and it all seemed to fit into place, but then I thought what good would come of it? I can't be that guy who picks up a girl just anywhere, takes her out, calls her every day, goes with her to concerts and parties and movies, without every single detailed action being printed!
- Hey buddy? Are you ok? I heard the bartender's voice.
I turned to face him, and I also noticed I hadn't even touched my glass. I gave him an embarrassed smile. His eyes were still on me.
- It looked like you were dreaming, he said.
- Yeah, I said, and under my breath, - Just dreaming.
I don't know how many songs there were, or how long I'd been in that bar for, but as soon as she was done, before I could hear the rest of her "thank you"s, I payed for my untouched water, and left. It was time to wake up on a whole new level, to realize that it was stupid to feel lonely, there was no reason for me to be. I had my brothers, I had my parents, I had my music, I had my fans. I shouldn't need anything else to be happy. I would just deal with the fact that two of my brothers have girlfriends and that I don't.
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Nick walked back down the noisy street he had come from. Nothing had changed. The city was still bright, cars were still passing with great speed, the faint music from clubs could still be heard. But as he came to a corner, he noticed that one thing had changed. There was now a man there, dressed in a suit, but lying on his back, drunk. Nick stopped, recognizing the man, but he still could not believe his eyes. The drunk didn't notice him at all, and continued mumbling to himself, until finally, Nick spoke to him.
- Mr Portman?
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Can't have you (a Jonas love story) - Chapter 63by 27secondstolove94 views
no way!!!
SRM2015 2 years ago
oh.em.gee
didnt expect that!!!
loved it :) as usual
angelicalyluvsblu 2 years ago