forum Heart's Song (Private)

Started May 17, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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Dylan smiled in response, but slowly dropped it as a thought came to him. "Why aren't you singing, like me?" He asked softly, seeming dead serious. "Why aren't you a professional singer?"

"I'm not good enough or pretty enough" she said

"You're definitely good enough to sing on stage." Dylan told her, standing up from his seat and holding a hand out to her. "And plenty pretty. I mean, come on. I'm on stage, I'm not the most attractive guy around."

She took his hand "of course you are " she said" damn did I say that out loud?' she muttered to herself

"Trust me, I'm really not. Put me next to literally any other guy, and I'm just basic." Dylan insisted, leading her on across the room to a closet. "I'm a skinny, average young man. The only special thing about me, is that I'm so called famous."

"Dylan my whole life I've been made fun of plus I prefer Wednesday writing" she said

"I'm just saying, you could make it if you tried. Show everyone who ever hated you, wrong. That's how it works most of the time." Dylan hummed, pulling the closet door open.

"What are we doing?" She asked

"I'm grabbing my guitar." He told her, letting go of her hand so he could grab it. Though when he pulled it out, it was much smaller than expected.

For some reason she liked when he held her hand and when he let go she just felt kinda Empty

As he held up the little guitar, he flipped it over to the back so she could see a few signatures. "I got this guitar when I was nine years old."

"wow well I um have a violin it's no gutair that's for sure" she said

Dylan smiled up at her, tracing his finger over the signatures with a soft sigh. “I’m sure it’s lovely… do you know how to play? Guitar I mean.”

"Yes I do" she said

Nodding a bit, he walked back over to the piano bench, and sat down on the edge. Strumming it, he cringed before going to put it in tune. “Then maybe we should Try with guitar. Sometimes writing songs go better that way, for myself.”

She sat on the opposite side of it thier legs brushing together

Once the guitar was in tune, he strummed a gentle tune before smiling brightly. "This is an older one, and clearly much smaller, but it should work for now." Dylan hummed, glancing over to her.

She put a hand on his neck "Songwriting is not easy but I s not the hardest thing in the world" she said "It took me while but to write a love song you have to be able to experience it so tell me when you get up and sing who do you think about?" She asked

Pausing to think, he stared down at the floor. “My dad… my sister. Whoever I saw last between the two of them.” Dylan whispered, glancing over to her.

She sighed and moved her hand to his cheek " I'm sorry" she whispered starting to remove her hand

The simple touch had been so nice… yet when she pulled away, he felt the same way he had felt for years. And now that he noticed how he felt, he hated it. "I- sorry for what?" Dylan asked weakly, forcing himself to pretend he didn't like the fact she had so gently touched him. It wasn't like he could ask her to do it again.

She wrapped her hand around his " you don't have anyone you deeply care for that isn't family"

Shrugging a bit, he brushed it off with a light smile. "It's no biggie. If anything it's my own fault." Dylan mumbled, glancing at their hands, feeling a light flush crawling up onto his cheeks.

"you will find someone who will give you inspiration to write songs you'll find someone makes you want to get up every day and fight for everything" she said

"Not for awhile, I'm assuming. My whole life is still rocking off the edge from when I was put on stage. It was a total mistake for me to become a celebrity at sixteen. If I was just starting now, maybe it would be different." Dylan sighed, glancing out one of the windows.