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That gets her attention. “You wanna play? Here?”
“Would you mind?”
“I don’t know. Won’t it be distracting for both of us?”
My eyes fall on the guitar sitting in the corner. It’s an old acoustic, a layer of dust covering it as if it hasn’t been played in a while. “I guess there is just one way to figure it out.”
Closing the notebook, I get to my feet and grab the guitar. Wiping the dust from it, I lean against the piano and bring it to my chest, my fingers settling over the neck of it. I strum the strings, letting the sound ring in the room. I make a few adjustments, tuning the instrument to my liking before I try again.
My eyes fall shut as the music fills the room, and I can feel that knot in my throat loosen even further, like the weight’s been lifted off my shoulders, and I can finally,finally, breathe again.
The piece that Birdy’s been working on today sounds completely different when played on the guitar, giving it an edge.
Penelope sucks in a sharp breath, and my eyes fly open immediately. I watch the surprise flash on her face as I play her song for her, making the change when I hit the chorus.
“It was just a thought.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Huh…”
“If you—”
Before I can finish, she turns back to the piano, her fingers settling on the keys as she starts the chorus, making the suggested change. She plays it slowly as if she’s testing the sound. The whole time her tongue peeks from the side of her mouth in concentration. She goes over the keys again, and this time, I join her. The sound of piano and guitar mix together in a perfect symphony.
Once, twice.
I’m about to tell her that it’s fine if she doesn’t like it when she looks up, that smile of hers flashing on her face directed solely at me. “Not bad.”
“Not bad?” My brow cocks up. “That’s the best you’ve got?”
“Yes, not bad.” She rolls her eyes and goes back to the piano. This time she starts humming softly as she plays.
Doubts swirling in my head,
So much I wanna do,
But the fear is paralyzing my brain
Broken hearts need time to heal
What I wouldn’t do to feel free…
Chills run down my spine as I listen to her murmur, the words are so soft they’re barely discernible.
Seriously, what is it about her voice?
Every time I hear her sing, it’s like she put a fucking spell on me.
“Why don’t you sing?”
I didn’t want to interrupt her earlier, not when she was sucked up in her music, but now that I had her attention, I had to ask.
Her fingers falter, and she misses a note before stopping completely.
“I’m not really a singer.” She shrugs.
Is she serious right now?
But based on the somber look on her face, she is.
