Over the next few weeks, the boy, whose name I learned was Alex, became a regular visitor at the music shop. He would spend hours trying out different electric guitars, and we'd often jam together when the shop was quiet. Our shared love for the instrument created an unspoken bond between us.
As we spent more time together, I discovered that Alex was not just a boy with a guitar but an incredibly talented musician. His fingers danced effortlessly over the frets, producing hauntingly beautiful melodies that resonated deep within my soul. We would lose ourselves in the music, each note a conversation between our hearts.
Outside the music shop, Alex and I had our separate lives – I was part of the popular crowd, and he was more of a loner. But when we were surrounded by music, all those societal labels melted away. Music was the great equalizer that brought us together.
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Through the guitar shop window
RomanceYour name is Y/N your a popular yet average 15-year-old girl. You're in the popular clique at school only because you don't let people see your true personality and interests. You've been playing the electric guitar since you were 11 years old, desp...
