"Now, sing for me.", he drags two chairs from across the room, placing them so he had a frontal view of what I was going to play. With yet another sigh, I grab the guitar I always use and sit on the chair. And I have to be honest, I’m actually really nervous to do this in front of Nathan, even though he'd be the last person to laugh at me for making a mistake. The cold metal of the strings feels oddly good against my slightly trembling fingers as I play a few accords, trying to decide which song I should sing. Maybe the one from last time. I start to play, the different notes echoing clearly inside my brain. I could hear every single one of them, like I gained my hearing back or something. After another while, I started singing along, stealing a glance at Nathan every once in a while, who
