• Walking home after practice, all I could think about was if to call her, and what Jaden had told me about what I'd composed.
    "Wow...simply just wow." he had told me. I remembered his expression of amazement, of unbelief. It was as if he felt happy, but kind of jealous at the same time, and at that moment I didn't see it, but now I understand what I saw.
    Maybe things would've been different if I'd not shared, but, lets face it, I did and even though I want to change it, it wont bring things back as they were.
    "You gotta keep this quiet" I had told him. I don't know if he really listened to what I said, but I could see something in his eyes.
    "Okay, I'll keep my mouth shut on this. Not a word." He'd told me, but his voice felt rather different from what it normally sounded like and I wasn't really sure to trust his words or not.
    Jaden handed my earphones back and took his guitar mumbling things I couldn't understand, and the rest of the rehearsal he was more or less quiet.
    At the end he told me this: "I think...she's meant for you..." and I looked at him with a puzzled look.
    He gave me a look and continued "...'cuz she inspires the truth of your tunes."
    Jaden smiled and walked away. I still think he was joking then, but after all these years of thinking about it, I understand how he felt and what he really meant.

    I kept my slow pace as my thoughts wandered back to her. Deep inside I knew all these event were because of her. Who'd thought this could happen?
    I thought that maybe I was lucky, that maybe things would get better than they were because of something so unique between us, and, it felt so different from anything else, so wonderful that I felt like doing anything to keep it rolling.
    My eyes wandered up to the stars in the clear, moon-lit night. They glitter oh so beautifully and all I saw in them were her eyes from that night, shining like stars with the city lights.
    A smile broadened on my face with what happened that night.
    Suddenly a thought over came me, don't ask me how it came to my head, it just did. That queote, that miserable quote started tormenting me slowly.
    "All good things come to an end."
    I knew they were just words, that one can make things last forever if you really want it, but so many times it had proved itself to be true, and not only in my life.
    You know what the seed of doubt can spread in your mind, even when you believe in things the other way.
    The smile slowly faded and gave way to a slightly troubled expression which I couldn't take off my face. I didn't want to let go of this, it was something new to me, a new experience everyone had talked about and told me how it was, but that i've never really felt.
    I pulled out the paper she'd passed me and wrote the number down in me phone as I kept my pace walking home, thingink of all the possibilities.
    The funny thing is I never thought that, what's happening now, that this would happen.

    I got home and said hi to the family, but nobody really cared. I grabbed my guitar and tried to strumm the same tunes without listening to it, and I couldn't. A deep sigh came out and picked up my cellphone, hovering over her number.
    I layed back with the guitar on my stomach, looking at her name and number on the screen...and dialed.
    But I regretted it and after a few seconds hung up. Thinking about it again, I was about to call again when a incoming call interrupted my hesitation. It was her.
    I answered.
    "Hello, someone called me from this number. Who is it?"
    I doubted for a sec...
    "Hey, it's me, from the other night..?"
    "Oh hey! Glad you called..." and it sounded as she hustled around allot.
    "Did I catch you in a bad moment?"
    "No, not really...well, yea, sort of."
    I could feel her smiling and I smiled too.
    "I was calling...well..." and I found out that I'd just ran into a street with no way out, stammering, trying to find what to say "...to...well, you know, to ask you about what to do with the song."
    I winced, knowing it wasn't what she'd expected, and heard her sigh slightly.
    "So..." I continued "...do you think we can meet up at some time and do something?"
    "Umm...yea, I think so.." I felt her slight dissapointment in her voice.
    "Okay, so when you got time? 'Cuz right now you can't...and i'd like to get together, maybe go out somewhere..." and stopped there...What had I just said??? I felt so nervous and wanted to just hang up...
    "Sure...that'd be cool, but you'll have to choose where." and I could feel her smile again.
    "Okay..." and barely made my voice come out "...how bout Thursday around 6?"
    "Yea...i'm free." she said.
    "Great, i'll go pick you up then.."
    "Okay, but don't be late..." she said half laughing and I laughed, easing my nerves.
    "I wont..."
    "Bye..."
    "See you" and I hung up.
    Boy, how'd that gone!! I picked up my guitar and turned on the recorder, strumming away again. I felt so happy, and so nervous...overall because, where would I take her?
    And waited for Thursday to come faster than it could...