Image Writing Prompt #29

“She plays beautifully, doesn’t she?” the man whispered to me.

“If you say so.” I half paid attention to the girl forcing the notes out of her violin. Sure she was good, but I’d heard, and clearly seen, better.

Sitting in my dads’ studio, I was bored out of my mind, itching to get out of here and go see my girlfriend. This stuffy girl’s “performance” made me want to call Ella and make her show them all the way she could make those notes sound 10 times better with her eyes closed. Literally.

My girl not only played better than this, she did so with passion and such raw emotion that you couldn’t help but to stare at her in awe. I’d been the only one to ever hear her play, so if I tried to brag about her, no one would believe me, but I didn’t care. She was much better than this.

“Thank you, Ms. Davis. We’ll call you back and let you know our decision,” my dad said.

The girl smiled and nodded, and her agent got up from his seat next to me, following her out the door.

“That was torture,” my other dad groaned, rubbing his head. “You’d think she was strangling a cat.”

“It wasn’t that bad, Blake,” my dad said.

“It wasn’t that good, either,” I muttered.

“See, even DJ agrees!”

“Stop yelling. I already have a headache, no thanks to you.”

I watched my dads continue to argue as I slipped on my headphones. I needed to hear some real music and I had just the song. I hit play and closed my eyes. It started in the most perfect way ever. With her laugh.

“Are you serious? You want to record me playing one of your songs?”

“Yes, now play, beautiful.”

“Fine, but you owe me another song.”

“Whatever you want.”

Her first cords made me smile every single time. She’d never played this song herself and still hadn’t managed to read sheet music, so she was trying to remember how I played it. Listening to her fumble through the first few lines as she tried to get a feel for the fingering was always cute. Then about a minute in, she played with more confidence, eventually losing herself in the music by the 3 minute mark.

She always wore the most blissful look on her face when she played, and that’s what I wanted to capture the most. That beautiful moment when she was completely at peace. It felt good to know I could do that for her. That I could make her happy.

She deserved to be happy. She deserved to never be hurt again. She deserved to be herself and live her own life. I wanted her to feel that way with me all the time. She felt the same way about me, but I was only happy when she was. It was cute the way she fussed over me, though. She was amazing all the time, but I liked it best when we were alone. She’d really be herself at those times and she just made me smile so much.

“What are you listening to?” my dad asked, pulling my headphones off.

“Nothing,” I said, taking them back.

“Leave him alone, Blake.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious of the stupid grin on his face, Jamie?”

“Not as much as you are.”

He took my headphones from me and put them on. “Now this is music,” he said a bit loudly.

He took my phone from me and plugged it up to the speakers. In a second, the room was flooded with the pure sounds of my song being played by my girl.

My dad looked up from his desk at me. “Who is this?”

“Someone I found online,” I lied.

“This is really good,” he nodded.

“If only that girl sounded like this. We should recruit whoever this is instead,” my other dad said.

He shrugged. “I wish. I can actually feel something when I hear this. That girl just lacked heart.”

I kept my smile to myself hearing my dads rave about Ella. I would have to tell her this later. The look on her face will be the most adorable thing ever.

“So, DJ,” my dad said, handing me back my headphones, “when did you write this?”

“How do you possibly know that DJ wrote this?” the other interjected.

“Look at his eyes. They’re practically sparkling,” he smirked. “Who’s playing, DJ?”

I put my headphones around my neck and stood, unplugging my phone from the speakers. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Demetrius Jaylen Grayson. You can’t lie to me.”

I shrugged, picking up my backpack. “I’ll see you later.” I walked out the studio and headed down to the lobby. I hummed waiting in the elevator, tapping my fingers to the song still ringing in my head.

I walked out the front door, and stopped letting my eyes adjust to the sun. I looked up and smiled, seeing her. She looked so beautiful, the wind blowing through her light blue hair as she leaned against the hood of her car.

“Hey, beautiful,” I called, as I got closer.

She looked up from her phone and smiled. “Hey, handsome. How was work?”

“Not too bad. My dads heard you play and basically called it awesome.”

“What? How?”

“One of them stole my phone while I was listening to you. They don’t know it was you, though.”

“Oh.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and retreated to her thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” I asked, kissing her cheek.

“T-they really liked it?” she asked, blushing a little.

“I believe their exact words were ‘This is really good. I can actually feel something when I hear this.’ And they wanted to hire you right away.”

“Wow.” She smiled, her eyes lighting up at the praise.

“See, it’s not just me. You are truly amazing.”

“But your opinion is the only one that matters,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

I held her waist and kissed her back, biting her lip in the process.

“Watch it,” she hissed.

“I’d watch you anytime,” I smirked.

She pushed me away and walked around to the passenger’s side. “Get in the damn car,” she said before getting in. I tossed my bag in the back and got in the driver’s seat and took the keys from her outstretched fingers.

“Where to today?” I asked.

“Surprise me,” she answered, stretching out next to me.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dragonition

IWP29

Writing Prompt #29:

‘She plays beautifully doesn’t she?’

‘If you say so.’

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2 comments on “Image Writing Prompt #29

  1. purpldragon says:

    This is such a nice story. It just make me feel happy reading it. DJ and Ella have such a lovely relationship.

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