The Night I Met You

26/07/2014 § Leave a comment


She was standing before me, in her light blue floral dress and the heels that she had difficulty walking in. Despite looking out of place with all the twigs and dried leaves around her, she was glowing and more radiant than anything. She was brighter than the lights we hung suspended in the air and warmer than them too. She smelled more fragrant than the roses she was holding, but she wasn’t aware of it, and she wouldn’t believe it either. She was far beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. And she was standing there for me, her presence makes me alive but the sight of her takes my breath away. It was contrasting but I can’t help it. The girl I love is right in front of me.

We were positioned in our made-up stage as we played my compositions. It was a set of three songs I wrote for her, and about her. We started to play and as our music filled the air, I sang the songs with ardor, as if it was the real deal. Mark was originally our vocalist, but we temporarily exchanged places this one time. I want to be the one to sing for her, even if it doesn’t sound as good as Mark’s.

The songs I made were simple and nothing to boast about, but I feel content just from having to create what I love the most for the girl I cherish the most. I tried to imagine how she would look when she listened to our songs. I wondered how she would feel if she learned that I made them because of her. She might feel flattered and overwhelmed and embarrassed all at the same time. A faint blush will definitely appear on her cheeks as well. But I am not going to tell her that, at least not anytime soon. I didn’t want her to think that I am pushing her to the corner just so she would accept being my girlfriend. I wanted her to tell me how she really felt without any bias. All I wanted was to make her happy, and it would be better if she can be by my side. I know that this was a big gamble and my life is at stake, but what can I do? I fell in love with a girl I knew so little about. And whether she make me or break me is all up to her. Damn, I wanted to see her soon.

We started to play the last song, which is literally a confession turned into music. It started with upbeat drum notes, and slowly turned to a bitter and mellow tune, before once again peaking to lively notes. The tune of the song kept going up and down but I made it that way. My bandmates liked it too, and even my cousin does. What they did not know is that the song was an incomplete and imperfect piece. There will never be a perfect confession and it is for that matter that the song is imperfect. And a confession will never be complete without an answer. There is actually an unseen and unheard second part of the song that is known only to me. Unless I heard her answer, no one, not even her, would be able to hear that composition.

I strummed on the strings of my guitar for the last notes of the song. “So tell me please, have you decided to be mine?”

I smirked bitterly after the last line. I always do whenever we finished that song. I am uncertain whether she would give me a yes or a no. It breaks me inside whenever I think of the high possibility that I would be rejected. But I would be the happiest if she decided to be with me. Just thinking about these things is driving me insane. Actually, I have no idea how I managed to stay sane for the past few days, since I realized that I really liked her, that I love her, without having to make a move on her. I am not exactly a bad boy, but not really a good guy either, so it is pretty hard to endure my desires. I want her to be mine for real. Whatever should I do for that to happen?

After playing the same set twice and continuously, we finally decide to take a break. I took a deep breath and relaxed myself before sitting on the edge of the platform, the bitter smirk slowly disappearing from my face.

“Water, Jay?” Chris offered.

“Yeah.” I simply answered and he handed me a normal bottled water, not a cold one.

“Isn’t she home yet?” Nate asked impatiently. As much as I don’t want to, it was decided that he will pick her up from her apartment. Honestly, it only adds to my worries.

“No, I don’t think so. She told me that she will tell me once she’s on the way back.” I answered shaking my head. It’s been four hours now since I last received her message and she has not contacted me yet. I don’t want to call her either because I don’t want to disturb whatever it is she needed to attend to. I can only wait for now, but I don’t know if I can still do it patiently.

“She really never told you what it is about?” Mark asked.

“No dude. She only told me that she will be delayed because of something that suddenly came up.” I answered. I just hope that it was nothing bad, but she did say that it wasn’t an emergency.

“Should we just try to visit her apartment? I mean it’s already getting late.” Chris offered. I glanced at my watch. It was already past eight and the skies have turned completely dark.

“I second the motion.” Nate agreed while Mark only stared at me, waiting for my decision. Was that the best thing to do? I don’t know it myself either. I am pretty anxious about her lateness as well but I want to believe her words. The guys were silent, just waiting for me to give them the go signal. I sighed in defeat. I wanted to wait longer but I can’t make the guys wait together with me.

“Thirty minutes.” I answered. “Someone is going there in thirty.”

I took out my phone and unwillingly sent her a message.

Are you ready yet?

It would seemed like I am being possessive of her, which I wouldn’t deny, but I can’t make the guys wait together with me for who knows how long. I could wait forever and these guys would definitely wait together with me but I don’t want that. They don’t have any gain in this and this is only for my sake. It was my selfishness that dragged them into this.

“Just shot her a message. Watch out for her reply.” I informed them and stood from the platform, leaving my phone behind. I picked up my guitar and walked away from the guys, needing some time alone to think. I randomly strummed on the strings as my thoughts drifted to her.

I don’t know how long is later but I want to believe in her words. I knew she would be coming but I don’t know what’s taking her so long. She’s not backing out the last minute right? Why would she even do that? Because of her ex? I don’t think she would actually be going back to him but it would all makes sense if she did. I could only hope that I was only thinking too much about this. At the very least, it was far better than something bad happening to her.

“Sht!” I was suddenly brought back to reality when I felt a sharp pain on my finger. The string of the guitar broke, cutting through the skin of my finger. It was bleeding pretty badly for a small cut.

“Are you okay Jay?” I was startled at Mark’s voice. The three were already standing near me for I don’t know how long.

“Yeah, I guess. Just a small cut.” I answered.

“It sure bled pretty badly for a small cut.” He tried to be sarcastic but he sounded more stern.

“Do any of you happen to have any plasters?” I asked ignoring Mark’s remark.

“I have a first aid kit back in my car. Let’s go get it.” He answered and started walking back to the roadside where our cars were parked.

“Wait!” Nate exclaimed. “Was that a new song?” He asked excitedly, like a little kid who just witnessed something extremely amazing.

“What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion. Was he talking about my random strumming earlier? That couldn’t be it right?

“You were playing the guitar with this really good music dude.” He said and acted as if he was playing a guitar.

“That was just some random strumming.” I answered.

“I don’t think so. It was following a certain tune and it was arranged nicely for a random strumming.” Chris joined in.

“Maybe a coincidence. But really that was just something random.” I reasoned.

“I’m not buying that.” Chris said.

“Me neither.” Nate followed.

“Ah, whatever.” I waved them off and started to follow Mark.

I walked behind Mark as we trailed back to the road. It was already dark making it difficult to see where I am walking to. We got to his car safely without acquiring another injury on the way. Nate dashed out to the road as soon as he learned that she is done with her sudden appointment, while Chris just finalized everything with our layout.

“Here.” He placed the box over the hood of his car. “Can you do it yourself?”

“I’m not a kid dude.” I answered flatly.

“Clean it first before you plaster it.” He sternly instructed. Sometimes Mark could act so brotherly, or fatherly even.

“Yes, yes.” I answered unwillingly. I just actually wanted to wiped the blood off my finger and plaster it immediately. I can’t do that though because I can feel the wary eyes of my friend as I tend to my wound. “Still, I can’t believe that you’ll have a first aid kit in your car.”

He was silent for a while until I noticed his lips formed into a smirk. Did he just remember something? “Let’s say that a certain someone always trips and falls and things of the sort.”

“Sounds like my sister to me. Remember how she always has plasters on her arms or legs?” I mentioned and continued on cleaning the bloody wound. The disinfectant stung and but it was not something a man couldn’t handle.

“Yeah. Your sister is one clumsy girl.” He mentioned in a smooth and gentle voice. I thought something was odd because as far as I remembr, Mark and Jane bickers a lot, maybe lesser than her and Nate. I did not mind it too much though. I have better things to think of at the moment.

We returned to our made-up stage and joined up with Chris who seemed to be playing a familiar music. Mark and I watched and listened as he continued his playing, acknowledging us only with a nod. It was then that I realized what he was playing. Some notes are off but I know the music far too well. It was my creation.

“Hold up!” I got both of their attention. “How did you know that song?” I demanded.

“It was the one you were playing earlier as you randomly strum. I tried playing it from what I’ve heard but some notes were wrong.” Chris explained. My unheard of music was revealed to my friends just because I was in a daze. Seriously?

“This is a new song, right?” Mark smirked at me. I grumbled under my breath.

“It is a new song but I wasn’t planning on revealing about it yet. So please, can you just forget about that for now?” I almost begged. I did not make it for them to hear first. At the very least I want her to be the first one to hear it.

“Another song for her eh?” Mark remarked. “We started having original songs since you met her, which is good.”

“It will be a bad thing if she left you. I don’t know what would happen to our band if that ever happened.” Chris thoughtlessly said.

“Don’t say that dude!” I warned sternly. I can’t let any of that happen. Both losing her and the band will kill me. But the thought was stuck in my head. There is that possibility as well but I have no idea what would actually happen.

“Don’t worry. None of that will happen.” I answered confidently though it felt more like I was trying to convince myself. I really hope that neither of the two would happen.

<< Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Three >>

Subject for revision, as usual. And anyone who actually reads the whole story might hate me for the next chapter. It’s ready to be published and I will do it next Saturday.

I’m still reading Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Anne series. I’m currently reading Anne’s House of Dreams. I slowed down in reading the story because I was too excited when I read Grren Gables, Avonlea and Island that I actually thought it over even before I go to sleep, hence not getting any sleep at all. And I believe that there is an old movie and TV series for this story as well, and I don’t know how I could ever watch them. I wanted to see the movie at least.


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