A/N- Yeah I lied once more, but this one has seriously been burning my journal book for about a month and it is so cute in my eyes. I have big ideas for this one..OK seriously after silence Married to a Hardy is going up! I need feedback guys! Also Vote on my page! Thanks and peace my loves!


What is it that makes a person creative? Is it an art, they way they look, acting in shows, dancing in public, writing music on a instrument and singing along, or is it closing your eyes and envision the next fall fashion for Vogue? What is it that makes a person unique? Is it in the clothing, make-up, fork bracelet you wear around your arm, or the attitude that makes people attracted to you or repel them away? Well I don't know about anyone else, but there is one thing that I know, and that I found my creativity through one girl. One girl playing her guitar in the park made me realize everything I doubted about having creativity was not true. She was my angel of music I guess you can say.

It was October 11th 2008 when I meant her. The angel of music was how I was introduced to her. Her hands were strumming each string as if her soul was coming off piece by piece. Her lips parted in this certain way that I only noticed when we played together in North Carolina. She was beautiful, but only in a way that I saw her. To everyone else she was just this low life who went on the street playing her guitar for money. Simple is what she was…perfectly simple…if that makes any sense. Her eyes always reminded me of deepest of blues, more bluer then the bluest of sapphires in any piece of jewelry. Golden, muddy brown curls fell just below her collar bone letting the tips fall just right on her breasts. Yes I noticed it all, so simple, yet so complex, beautiful, yet ugly, kind, but yet bitchy, sour but yet so sweet. She was the kind of girl that would fill your senses and you just prayed to God that the scent would never go away. Perfect, yet screwed. I didn't care…no one could match who I was….or maybe she could.

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October 11th 2008

"Matt, yes I get it Vince wants to talk to me…" I sighed, trying very hard not to role my eyes, because if I did he would somehow know. The day was beautiful, the sky for once wasn't a dark mass of grey and white making a mix of marble in the sky. Washington Square Park is where I chose to take my morning walk. It was a habit I grown to do when I get to new places, and every morning. It is the only time of the day where I get to just chill, relax…think…listen. I inhaled deeply taking in the sweet scent of the newly fallen leaves, telling myself that Halloween was now on it's way as well as the new boost I was finally going to get from Vince…yeah that belt is so close I could taste the sweet gold in my mouth.

"Bro, are you listening to a word I said?" Matt's whine of a voice took me out of the trace I put myself to shield my thoughts from him and his whiny voice. Don't get me wrong I love my brother with all my heart and soul, but this was my morning walk…no one disturbed my morning walk.

"Yes, sorry I heard you just tell me the time to be there." I groaned. It was time he just got off the phone. Seriously I don't know if he is my brother or my manager sometimes. Matt scoffed over the phone giving me the information I needed. I didn't care just hang up already. I wanted to scream at him, but he would have gotten into his hussy fits and I didn't need that shit as well.

"You know it only breaks my heart, to leave me standing in the dark…" My ears perked up hearing the voice of someone. A line she sang and I was addicted. Her voice was the mix of angelic and raspy, but not too much…just right. My eyes scanned the area with a hawk like radar when I finally saw a small crowd. "I'm not afraid to show, what's coming over you, is coming over me…" I was getting closer to the voice that was making my ear twitch with pleasure.

It wasn't until I got up real close did I notice a small, muddy haired girl with a knit French hat laying on the back of her head. Was it her the angelic voice came from? It had to, her acoustic playing was beautiful as she never looked up at any of her customers. They just stared in awe as I looked at her as if I was star struck. Her song ended as everyone clapped and threw dollar bills and coins in the case that laid next to her plastic shoed feet. I smiled bending down so our eye level met, throwing in a 20 dollar bill. That's when I noticed the color blue her eyes were, and it was a knock out.

From far away she looked as if nothing special, but up close is when you really noticed it. I stayed as she played around, experimenting with different chords and notes, letting her voice drift with the melody that danced off her fingers.

"Amazing voice." I chuckled, shifting half my weight onto my other foot. The girl perked up her head and side smiled showing off her gold canine tooth, her eyes analyzing me like a computer.

"Amazing bod." She pulled her other side into a smile. The air reeked of awkwardness, but she didn't seem to mind. Her fingers kept up with the hums that she produced. I cleared my throat, moving back on both my heals before opening my mouth to ask a question. "People call me the angel of music, but for you my name is Sandra…and please call me Sand." Sand only used her eyes to look up at me, and all I felt was the slight chill run up and down my spine.

"Nero, but that is not my real name." Two could play at her little game. Her brows migrated into a slight arch as she smiled shaking her head. Great minds think alike.

"What is your real name?" I knew that would reel her in.

"For me to know and you to find out."

Her hands went back to playing a soft melody, as well as the humming she started from before. A harmony was being sung in my head but I wouldn't dare to sing it along.

"How long have you been playin'?" I asked, taking a seat next to the young girl.

"Since I was 5. My mama taught me how to play…do you play anything?"

"Guitar…and I sing." I didn't mention the part where I travel and do wrestling for a living. That's when the idea popped into my head. "So sugar what are you doing tomorrow?"

Her eyes lit up, as she stood up showing off her slight curves and small height. She couldn't have been more then nineteen years old. Her hand started to strum the guitar as she hummed once more. "I never stay in the same place more then once, so if you want to come back you have to stalk me." She laughed like a music box chime.

"Will you come back just for me?" I wanted to put the charm out, and I hoped it would have worked.

"I don't know maybe if you're lucky." She sung playing her melody along with the words.

"Please?" it was a small plea, but I think it got through, because her eyes looked down into mine.

"Maybe just for you sweetheart I can compromise." Her voice laughed out the tune she was trying to hold. I smiled and turned around to write my number, but when I came turned around…the voice, the girl, her guitar, her eyes were all gone. I guess I had no choice but to wait for tomorrow.