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“You’re welcome. It was great meeting you.” He smiled up at her. “Hope to see you again.”
“You’re welcome. It was great meeting you.” He smiled up at her. “Hope to see you again.”
"You, too. Hopefully, I'll see you soon." Autumn grabbed her purse and made her way out the door.
He nodded and looked back down at his food with a sigh. Well… finishing food in silence…
(Should we skip?)
(Yes.)
Autumn stood in front of the house she hoped was Alex's. Taking a deep breath, she put on the charming smile that always won the cameras over and knocked.
"Coming!" Called his rough voice. He opened the door; he was wearing a loose v-neck with sweats. This look oddly suited him. "Oh, hey, Autumn!" He smiled unblushingly.
(Unblushingly?)
"Hi, Alex," Autumn greeted him with a small wave and that smile. "Is now a good time to hear some of your music?"
(Ya. He didn't blush. Because he's in basically PJs I thought it'd suit him for the moment)
"Sure, come on in!" He stepped out of the way and gestured towards his home.
(Oh. Lol.)
Autumn blinked at the request, but shrugged it off and stepped inside anyway. If he'd wanted to do something to her, she was sure he already would have.
"Nice place. You live here alone?" she asked, looking around.
Alex nodded. "This was my mum's house before." That explained the floral pink walls of the home. There were pictures of a little family on the walls, and when they walked into the living room, Rock music was playing from a little radio, there was no TV, and there were slightly more modern furnishings. Otherwise, the house was quite nice.
(Why do Americans use 'mum'?)
"Oh. I see," Autumn said, nodding slowly as she continued to look around.
(maybe he's not american xD I use Mum and I'm Italian.)
Alex gestured to his couch. "Make yourself at home. Would you like a drink?"
(Ok, but, like, I know Americans who use it, though… Like my very American friend (who just so happens to be on this site, though not often).)
"A glass of water would be great, please," Autumn answered with a smile as she sat on a sofa.
(xD)
Alex nodded and trotted off. The couch sunk under her as she noticed the coffee table. It had multiple ramen noodle cups on its surface, a tissue box, and a laptop that was in sleep mode.
Bachelors will be bachelors, I suppose, Autumn thought when her gaze glanced over the messy table. She smiled and laughed to herself, shaking her head.
Alex walked out from the kitchen with a cup of water. "Here you go!" He handed her the cup and shut his laptop swiftly. "Don't want anyone to see that… no sir…" He lifted it up.
"So, how've you been?" He smiled.
Autumn raised an eyebrow at his behavior, but she smiled and took the cup.
"I've been pretty good. Busy, but good," she answered. "What about you?"
"I've been okay. I've been writing some new music for my new album…" He hummed happily, imagining the new jazzy tune he wants to take up.
"Oh, really? That sounds cool," Autumn said with a smile. "Could I hear some of it?"
(Oof. The name 'Autumn' is really throwing me off. Idk if you knew me as AutumnBlaize…)
(I think I did… I didn't talk to you much, but I saw the name. Did you wanna change it?)
He frowned a little. "Yeah, sure. I'm not quite done with it.. but…" He opened his laptop and typed in the password, his own stage name, in to unlock it. He found the brief recording he made and played it. Issued from it a voice that was (if she knows him, idk if you want that type of relationship) familiar yet different from his own, but oddly like it, sung of rain in the first few verses to a jazzier type tune, with a gentle roll in the background, and a complicated number of rifts from a guitar. It sounded very Rock-ish, but jazzy, too.
(No, lol. It's just weird 'cause I feel like I'm talking about myself.
What do you mean "that type of a relationship"?)
Autumn nodded her head to the music as it played. When it finished, she smiled at Alex.
"That was really good! You did that yourself?"
(.p.
Like if you want her to recognize his voice as POLL's and be a fan, or be a newbie to him)
Alex smiled at her compliment. "Thanks! Yes, I did. I'm going to send it to my bandmates and we'll hopefully learn it in time for our next concert."
(Ah, got it. I thought of that while I was doing dishes. Lol.)
"That's really cool! Oh, I don't think I caught the name of your band," Autumn mused, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"It's just me," He corrected, staying away from the question, hoping she didn't push it. He shut his laptop.
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