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I comfortably sit in my dorm room tapping on the desk, visioning a song in my head.
Most university students are out partying tonight, it's Australia day. I don't get the point of partying on Australia day. It's a regular day, something historical happened, I get it, but something historical happens every single day. Take for example, the day they cured polio, I don't see people going out drinking until 4am the next day on March 26th?.

How about the black plague, that was super historic,  killed between 100-200 million people. I don't even think they recorded the date for when it ended, but hey, we have the day we set foot on land recorded.
Maybe it's just because I'm extremely socially awkward and don't go out much.
I just don't get the point of getting wasted, having to put up with the headaches, and the liver cancer, all to celebrate something not all that great.

I recite a tune in my head and quickly head over to the upright piano to put the theory into practice. I attempt to recreate the tune I had in my head but can't seem to get it correct.
After a few attempts I decide to write the chords I have down so that I don't forget.
I get out of my pyjamas and pull on a pair of ripped dark wash jeans, a simple tee, and slip on a pair of superstars.

I walk down the street to get some fresh air, if I stay in my apartment for too long I tend to get panic attacks, so if I go for a short walk, I don't have to put up with shitty anxiety.
I decide to walk on the other side of the road today because there is a pub on the other side and, today being Australia day, it is filled with tired old drunk men.

I look down at my shoes while I walk by a Petunia Tree to realise how pretty my shoes look in all the Petunia flowers that have fallen off.
I pull out my phone to take a photo when I realise it's on 7%, so the flash light won't work and it's too dark to take a photo with out it.

I look up to see that the street light is on, it's facing the road and although there is flowers on the ground there too I decide not to risk standing on the road.

A guy with black hair that just covered half of his face approached me and asked if I needed help, his friend who had even longer but parted to the side brown hair soon followed.
"Hey, I saw that you looked like you needed help, are you okay?" The dark haired, rather good looking guy asked.
"Yeah! I'm fine, just was about to take a photo but my phone is on 7%-"
"So the flashlight wont work?" he interrupts.
"Yea" I giggle.
"That's annoying, would you like to use my phone and I can send it to you?" he asks.
"If it's no trouble?" I say with a shy and awkward voice.
He passes me a rather new looking phone with a case that read the number "88" on the back.
I took three photos and handed the phone back to him.
"Uhh, so what is your number fine lady?" He asked handing his phone back to me in his text messages.
"Ah, I see what your doing here George," his friend pushes him. "He is trying to get your number."
"No! It's not like that, well I wouldn't mind getting her number but you know, I'm just trying to help" he clears up while he places his hand on the back of his neck and looks down. He is kicking the flowers beneath him and can't help but giggle.
"It's alright, George, is it?" I ask while putting my number into his phone.
"Yeah, George Miller, and you are..?"
"Anna, just Anna is all you need to now for now," I giggle. "Thanks for your help, even though it was something silly, it still helped." I smile.
"We'll see you around, Anna." He says while walking towards the road backwards, I wave back at him.
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Introducing George early = quick and good story.
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