I even switched my major to music education two years ago. I’ve played the piano for as long as I can remember, and although I’ve never shared it with anyone, I love writing music. Then again, music has always been a passion of mine, so maybe I’m just a little more infatuated with his sound than other people are.
I don’t understand how someone could hear these songs and not crave them day after day. I’ve noticed a few other neighbors come out to their balconies when he’s playing, but no one is as loyal as I am. I tell Tori I come out here to get homework done, because I don’t want to admit that the guitar is the only reason I’m outside every night at eight, like clockwork.įor weeks now, the guy in the apartment across the courtyard has sat on his balcony and played for at least an hour. Almost on cue, the sound of his guitar floats across the courtyard as I take a seat and lean back into the patio lounger. I slide open my balcony door and step outside, thankful that the sun has already dipped behind the building next door, cooling the air to what could pass as a perfect fall temperature.
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