We decided to go to the park today to practice, but I brought Ezekiel’s guitar for after we were done.
“Any of you guys know the Sara Bareilles song, Love Song?” I ask pulling the guitar out of the case, checking the strings and tuning a few of them. Propping it on my lap, I look up and Rosin has a most radiant, blinding, beautiful smile on her face.
“Did one of the guys tell you I love her?” She asks, coming over to me and sitting.
“Not at all,” I say, looking at her. “It’s kind of funny, I see you as someone that would fall in love with Adele.”
“I like her song Someone Like You, but I don’t listen her all that much.” She says brushing a piece of hair out of her face.
“How about we give some passing people entertainment?” I say smiling and putting my fingers on the right chords.
