If it's still on, here's my entry (finally)...
The Guitarist
The first time that I was lucky enough to meet her was in chemistry class- she sat a few seats over from me. I didn’t get to know her until our shared spare last semester. I met her in the library one day, where she was sitting amongst her friends. She asked me to sit down and I immediately felt included by her smile, which was both nervous and confident, as if she was ready to break out and shine like a superstar. Coincidently, I learned that she played guitar in a band and was scheduled to perform in a few weeks. She also enjoys writing songs and lyrics, and for the fun of it she began to write a song with lyrics focusing on me.
I fell in love with her that day: her straight, silky black hair; her brown eyes that shone brightly and honestly with a hint of sadness and twinkle when she smiles and glitter when she laughs; her quirky smile that embodied confidence not only in herself, but in others around her as well; her voice so unique as it draws you in, like a soothing piano melody or the sweet summer sound of an acoustic guitar. And when it’s all put together as one picture, you’re left with the most perfect and amazing person in the world.
The closest we have ever been together was the cold winter night during which her band performed at a nearby theatre. After she had performed, she and one of her friends sat down next to me in the darkened theatre just as another performer began to sing a melodic love song. I can’t- nor would I- make up something as unlikely as this: we sat together in the rickety theatre seats as a beautiful love song cried out in thirsting pain and need through the speakers. My heart pounded against my chest, my mind tried in vain to grasp what was going on and instead was lost in the atmospheric music, and my lips could not hide a smile of pure joy. My fingers drummed on my knees to the beat of the song, and she mouthed the words to the song while a smile slowly crept onto her face.
Her friend threw a paper airplane at one of her band mates, ending that moment, but bringing about another. We turned to face each other, looks of shock on our faces because neither of us had imagined that she’d throw the plane. We both burst out laughing at the abnormality of the situation.
Later that night we walked out of the theatre and into the cool, brisk January night. We stood together in silence, enjoying the moment. She stared at me with soft eyes and a warm smile that made me forget about the chill of the night. She thanked me for coming to watch her band, and I told her that I wouldn’t have missed the performance for the world.
I wouldn’t have missed her for the world.
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