musicaro
2009-01-03 21:28:33 UTC
I was in a farm, I was walking and suddenly I came across a small notebook in which there were many words that rhyme and also many studs. I was looking at every page of it until I got to the last page of that notebook, there was a name, the name of the owner. I went searching for him, after whichever minutes I found him, he was a tall boy and his hair was light brown and he was working. I excused myself and said to him that I had found its booklet. He thanked me and continued working. I returned into him to interrupt him once again and I asked him that if he was an artist, he answer he wasn’t. It disturbed me, so I asked him if the booklet was his, responded to me with a yes. Then I said to him that if the booklet was his then he should be poet or compose music. He answered me and said Alright; in fact I compose music, I’m also a guitarist and a singer too. After that he said that this place wasn’t the appropriate place to be able to speak. He took me with one of his hands. I only followed him. He guided me into a room where we sat in a widow red seat, it had been a very sunny day and it just began to dusk. We started to speak. Unconsciously I asked him if he had a girlfriend he said that he didn’t; I told him that I found it really strange. He looked at me and asked me why I told him that it was really strange because he was like the perfect man and that if any girl found him, she will do anything to be with him. Then he laughed and I followed him. Later he asked me why he IS the perfect man, I said with all my sincerity that he was tender, comprehensive, friendly and a complete MUSICIAN! Once again we laughed. But he turned serious, and so I asked him what the cause was, he told me that not everybody think of him like I did and so he told me that some people hated him and they said that he was such a badly actor (I don’t know why the whole actor thing) and that he didn’t had any talent. When he said that to me a smile grew across my face and I said to him that they only did it just because they’re jealous. So we laughed again. Later I asked him if he ever had a girlfriend before, he said that no, he didn’t and so I asked him if he have ever had a girlfriend, he said no. I was surprised and suddenly I hugged him. He me hugged me a minutes later, because (I suppose), he had stayed in shock. I told him that he was such a liar. He repeated again and again that it was truth and that he never had somebody more than a friend. I stayed by his arms and still mixed up. With a whisper he said that I was an impulsive person, he laughed and I apologized and I get away from his arms as fast as possible. He kept on taking and said that not only I was an impulsive person I was friendly, generous, smart person and other 2 words (I didn’t put more attention). I thanked him. At that moment I said to him that somehow I already had affection for him. He didn’t seem to have listened and so he took his guitar. He began to play. As he previously said that I was an impulsive person, without thinking I was approaching slowly, pretending that felt curiosity for his music. When I was close enough, I watched him for a few seconds and without worrying for nothing I went directly to his mouth, where my lips found with his. Then he stopped playing and left on a side the guitar. When I got aware of that, I opened my eyes, stand up and got away from him as fast as possible, I was so ashamed! So I told him that I was sorry and hoped that he could forgive me, but before I could leave he gave me a massive hug. I blushed because of the shame, so I sank my face in his chest. Then he placed his chin in my head for a few minutes. I manage to loosen and left that room. Suddenly I appeared in a great hallway, I realized that I was a school, an old school. I went to the second floor looked at 2 rooms they were huge; the floors were made of wood and the writing desks also. Then I went to the bathroom that seemed somewhat strange, it was something that I’ve never seen. After I left it stamped for recess. All the people came out and a girl was standing by my side I knew her I considered a friend, we went to the first floor, we were walking and from the music room a boy came out, it was the same boy, I knew it, I knew that I met him from some place, but I didn’t know from where and so my friend asked me what do you think of him? I ignore her question however I asked her what was his name, she didn’t answer either. I tried to remember where I had met him, and suddenly a song began playing, is called”I Love You Baby”. He went towards the cafeteria where there were people with instruments, a chair, a guitar and a microphone. He took the guitar, sat in the chair and began to sing, was a very rare song didn’t know how was it called, I stared wondering if it was one of the songs that he had composed and so I knew that it was really him. I don’t