The Nerd Becomes Popular (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

Sorry Piano.

I started strumming.Trying to find a tune.

I looked around.Trying to find an inspiration.

Then I thought of it and took my notebook then tried to write the lyrics.

That's how I write a song.I write first the lyrics instead of using the instruments.I guess that's pretty weird.While everyone else is busy trying to find a melody,I was busy writing the words for the song.

In my peripheral vision,I saw that Venice was shouting at her friends.Probably because she can't write a song.Harry and his friends are just fooling around.Niall and Liam strumming the guitar,Zayn is busy with the drums,while Louis and Harry is..........let's just say having a slap fight.

I suddenly thought of the right lyrics.Words flooded in my mind like lightning.And in a flash,I was done writing.

" You okay Kristy?" Amy said to me.I just smiled warmly at her because of what she called me.I guess she must have noticed it to because she smiled also.

" Yup" I said while smiling proudly.

I took my guitar then started strumming it while also singing the song.

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel

The other on my heart

I look around,turn the radio down

He says,Baby is something wrong?

I say nothing,I was just thinking

How we don't have a song

I decided that in the song, I will use some western accent,seeing that I am half american and half western.The I thought of the chorus.

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late,tapping on your window

When were on the phone and you talk real slow

Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date man,I did'nt kiss her and I should have

And when I got home,'fore I said amen

Asking God if He could play it again

I looked around and saw that most of the students stopped with their work and was now looking at Amy and me,that sounded a bit funny but,anyway we continued.

I was walking up the front porch steps

After everything that day

Had gone all wrong or been trampled on 

And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway,well,on my way

To my lovin' bed

I almost did'nt notice all the roses

And the note that said