Joshua couldn’t help but smile at girls words. It was a welcome change from the usual interactions he had with people. Or, a least the people at home called family. She seemed genuine and kind—two qualities that Joshua valued highly in others. He felt a sense of warmth wash over him when she mentioned that she found him interesting. In a world where people seemed to judge each other based on superficial things, it was refreshing to meet someone who looked beyond that.
When she mentioned that she was drawing him, Joshua was curious. He had never been the subject of someone’s art before, and it intrigued him. It was a 180 for him, other people and things have always been the center of his art. He felt a sudden surge of pride when she praised his guitar skills. Playing the guitar was something that Joshua was passionate about, and hearing her compliment made him feel appreciated. As she spoke, Joshua found himself looking at her in a new light. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t just her physical appearance that had caught Joshua’s attention. It was her gentle nature, her genuine interest in getting to know him, and her passion for art. Joshua couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.
“Thank you,” Joshua said, his voice filled with gratitude. “That means a lot. I’m glad that my music wasn’t just background noise.” He chuckled a bit, even as he casually said his greatest fear.
“Of course, it will be better can you umm hold your guitar like your playing it, please? Thank you.” A big dopey grin a spread across Joshua’s face, as he gently placed his guitar case on his side of the table. He clicked the chest open, memorized by the thrill of this instrument for a second before cradling it in his arms. He put the strap over his head, and held as if reading to play. He never actually found the time to sit, he had completely forgotten about it already. “For how long have you been playing?”
Joshua couldn’t help himself, he started strumming quite and simple cords. “Well, I’ve always liked singing. So, practically since I was three or something.” He pondered, trying to remember the years he had chosen music over—over almost everything. “And guitar? I think I was eleven, and now I’m eighteen. So,” his playing slowed, as he looked as his fingers, as if using them to count. “Oh wow, seven years. Time flies when you do what you love.” He shrugged, starting up with the slow and steady tempo of cords again. “How long have you been drawing?” Joshua offered up, ready to keep the conversation alive.
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