Lost In The Music
Chapter One
*Savannah's P.O.V*
"Come ON Riley! We ain't got all day!" I shouted to my best friend as I pulled her through the large crowd.
"Sheesh! I'm coming!" she yelled back as she dragged her guitar case behind her. I wanted to get to the music room before the 4:00 mob. Breathless, I finally reached the cozy brick building I'd known for 4 years. I cautiously looked around, and quickly slipped inside. Content with the silence, I settled down at the piano while Riley set up my flute for me. She's not my maid, or servant, or whatever you call it; she's been my best friend ever since my first day of high school. So she does this kind of stuff voluntarily. We're like equal partnership this friendship. Sliding out of the piano, I grabbed my flute and paused, trying to think of the perfect tune. I decided on Minuet by Georg Teleman. I didn't even need my music sheet to know the notes. Riley left with a smile and a wink before I began, knowing I'd never really liked performing in front of people, especially when they're staring at me. Taking a deep breath, I started to play, and got lost in the music like I always do.
*Harry's P.O.V*
"HARRY!" I tried the best I could to avoid all the paparazzi and screaming fans. I love them and all, but a guy needs some privacy for a few minutes and the fans today were a bit overwhelming. I mean seriously; we've only been in LA for 2 hours and I already have a headache. I acknowledged everyone by holding a hand up and flashing one of my signature cheeky grins. When I could escape, I sprinted out of the crowd all the way to an old-looking brick building. I quickly darted inside, hoping nobody had seen me. After clearing up my eyes from all the flashing lights, I stumbled into a hallway. I could distinctly hear music. Panting, I strained my ears to hear the song. It sounded like a classical piece, and the instrument made the notes sound pure and sweet. I leaned against the wall and listened. Suddenly, the music stopped, and I could hear someone murmuring to themselves. I was about to leave when I heard a familiar rhythm begin. I put my ear against the wall in an attempt to hear it better when someone began to sing. They sounded so. . . perfect.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked.
*Riley's P.O.V*
I fed my money into the soda machine and sighed. I don't understand why Savannah won't let anyone listen to her. I thought she sounded great that one time I heard her. She seemed to think the opposite. I shook my head. Can't she see she has an amazing talent? I don't sing, so I'm not an expert, but she sounded pretty good to me. And anyone who doesn't think so can't recognize anything good even if they stepped in it. Grabbing my soda, I started to walk back to the band room. What I saw next made me stop in my tracks. There was a guy there, leaning towards the wall trying to listen to Savannah. He was slim but well-built, pretty tall, had curly brown hair, and intense green eyes. Oh my gosh! it's Harry Styles! Fan-girl moment… But still, even if he is kinda cute, that doesn't mean he can invade someone's privacy. I mustered my courage and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Come ON Riley! We ain't got all day!" I shouted to my best friend as I pulled her through the large crowd.
"Sheesh! I'm coming!" she yelled back as she dragged her guitar case behind her. I wanted to get to the music room before the 4:00 mob. Breathless, I finally reached the cozy brick building I'd known for 4 years. I cautiously looked around, and quickly slipped inside. Content with the silence, I settled down at the piano while Riley set up my flute for me. She's not my maid, or servant, or whatever you call it; she's been my best friend ever since my first day of high school. So she does this kind of stuff voluntarily. We're like equal partnership this friendship. Sliding out of the piano, I grabbed my flute and paused, trying to think of the perfect tune. I decided on Minuet by Georg Teleman. I didn't even need my music sheet to know the notes. Riley left with a smile and a wink before I began, knowing I'd never really liked performing in front of people, especially when they're staring at me. Taking a deep breath, I started to play, and got lost in the music like I always do.
*Harry's P.O.V*
"HARRY!" I tried the best I could to avoid all the paparazzi and screaming fans. I love them and all, but a guy needs some privacy for a few minutes and the fans today were a bit overwhelming. I mean seriously; we've only been in LA for 2 hours and I already have a headache. I acknowledged everyone by holding a hand up and flashing one of my signature cheeky grins. When I could escape, I sprinted out of the crowd all the way to an old-looking brick building. I quickly darted inside, hoping nobody had seen me. After clearing up my eyes from all the flashing lights, I stumbled into a hallway. I could distinctly hear music. Panting, I strained my ears to hear the song. It sounded like a classical piece, and the instrument made the notes sound pure and sweet. I leaned against the wall and listened. Suddenly, the music stopped, and I could hear someone murmuring to themselves. I was about to leave when I heard a familiar rhythm begin. I put my ear against the wall in an attempt to hear it better when someone began to sing. They sounded so. . . perfect.
"What are you doing?" A voice asked.
*Riley's P.O.V*
I fed my money into the soda machine and sighed. I don't understand why Savannah won't let anyone listen to her. I thought she sounded great that one time I heard her. She seemed to think the opposite. I shook my head. Can't she see she has an amazing talent? I don't sing, so I'm not an expert, but she sounded pretty good to me. And anyone who doesn't think so can't recognize anything good even if they stepped in it. Grabbing my soda, I started to walk back to the band room. What I saw next made me stop in my tracks. There was a guy there, leaning towards the wall trying to listen to Savannah. He was slim but well-built, pretty tall, had curly brown hair, and intense green eyes. Oh my gosh! it's Harry Styles! Fan-girl moment… But still, even if he is kinda cute, that doesn't mean he can invade someone's privacy. I mustered my courage and asked, "What are you doing?"
Thank You, I guess. It's not everyday I hear random people say they love me! But seriously, it was no biggie ;)
9/14/13