So I was playing the electric guitar at her house ...and its funny.
It's funny because whenever I play in front of her, she looks at me differently.
Like...really differently.
She smiles.
--Like the smile you try to hold back but can't help it smile--
And her eyes light up like I've never seen before.
So I'm sitting there;
I'm playing the best solo I know--the scales are hot--the chords are flowing--the is amp giving 110%--and I start to feel her stare on me as I tread along the strings...
It's one thing playing to hear the music. But it's completely different playing for someone else.
The music just sounds sweeter that way.
I take a chance.
I look up to see her expression again.
--Like a loaded thief who stumbles back for more--
And the music halts to a gross stop.
I fucked up.
And she gets up from the couch and walks out of the room.
On the drive home, I smile to myself.
My thoughts entertain me with the possibilities... and it's funny.
It's funny because as much as I'd love to play for her forever,
I'd hate to love someone like that.
BAMF.
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