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Maybe I’m crazy for asking him to have Chuck look into Finley. I mean, Nick’s right, she just left this morning. But I can’t shake the feeling that if I don’t do this, if I don’t try to find her, I may never see her again.
Chicago is a huge city and it’s not like we run in the same crowd or anything. From what I gathered she doesn’t do much outside of work and spending time with her sister.
I silently curse myself for not asking more questions. For not insisting that she tell me her last name or even thinking to ask where she works.
Now here I am, like some creepy stalker trying to find all this information about her that she would have told me if she wanted me to know.
Normally I wouldn’t think twice about a situation like this. I’d take the experience and log it with all the others and move on. But for some reason I can’t do that with Finley. She’s not just another one-nighter.
I can’t erase her from my mind like she never happened. Not when I still crave her touch, her taste, the sound of her laughter. Not when she’s been the only thing I have been able to think about since I opened my eyes this morning.
It’s so fucking strange. I can’t remember a time when I’ve ever been so knotted up over a girl. And deep down I know it’s because she’s so much more than justanothergirl.
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The Trolley House ispretty slow tonight, not that I’m surprised. Most bars are through the middle of the week. I make it through three of my four set playlists without an issue, but by the fourth set I’m starting to wear down, both mentally and physically. All I want to do is go home, down a few beers, and sleep for the next two days.
Adjusting my guitar strap, I strum out the opening chords forStuckby Imagine Dragons. It fits the mood for how I’m feeling tonight. It’s what I do. I use my music as an outlet. If I’m feeling particularly angry or upset about something I tend to go for music that expresses that emotion. Same thing if I’m sad or happy or whatever I happen to be feeling at the time.
Tonight I think the theme is pretty easy to guess. Outside of my regular fan favorites and requests, I’ve played nothing but sappy ass love songs as I stare at the front door, hoping that Finley will walk through at any minute and flash me that beautiful smile of hers.
In a way I wish I wouldn’t have told her that I was playing here tonight. Maybe then I could focus on getting through the night without constantly scanning the crowd for her face.
I never thought I’d bethatguy. The guy that obsesses over a girl. The guy that sings about a girl. The guy that waits for a girl. I have been so far from that guy my entire life. Now, after only one night with Finley, I feel like I’m doing everything I always swore I’d never do. I guess that’s what happens when you meetthe one. Your entire perspective changes.
