Her Song to His Silence
Her Pretty Smile
Synopsis: {AU} He felt like a stranger to the world ever since the trauma he experienced eight years ago which caused his voice to go silent, unheard. She, on the other hand, felt like a passing wind; she was present and felt yet she was invisible. But then her whole world changed when she met him, and his while world changed when he heard her sing. —NxL
Warning: Unbeta-ed; may contain mistakes or any of the sort.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
Authoress' Note: So, because this is my very first fanfic when I joined FFN, I decided to just rewrite and revise the whole thing (considering that some of you actually like this fic). Now, I'm planning to finish this in just ten long, long, long chapters, so be prepared for long reads every now and then. ;)
"Sometimes, silence can make someone experience feelings that they've never felt before..."
Her Song to His Silence
Originally: Her Ballad to His Silence
Written by: Aubrey Mae Anne
Prologue, Part I
"OKAA-SAN?" I SAY IN a low, strangled whisper. "Okaa-san, where are you...?"
A tiny sob escapes my mouth as my question is left hanging in the air.
"Okaa-san... please... answer me..." I hiccup, grasping at my surroundings, wishing to touch anything, anything at all.
But all that meets my fingers is cold, invisible air.
And then—
A raspy voice breathes out—
"I am dead! Don't go looking for me, useless brat! Do you hear me?! I. Am. DEAD!"
No...
NO!
"NOOOO!"
I wake up gasping for air. However, the stench that wafts through my nostrils isn't crisp, fresh air.
Instead, it's the horrifying smell of combustion, gas, and blood.
"Nat... su..."
"Otou-san! Otou-san, please wake up! You're bleeding! Otou-san!"
He does not answer me this time.
His eyes are closed, his face pale and his blood stains my hands.
My scream pierces the night.
"OTOU-SAAAAAAAAAN!"
I wake up this time gasping for real air.
That nightmare still hasn't left me alone.
It still haunts me.
And as long as I am living, I can't escape from its clutches.
Sitting up, I wearily look at the worn-out picture frame on my nightstand.
Otou-san... I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
Prologue, Part Two
"MOVE AWAY FROM THE bed, Lucy," Father tells me in a hard, stern voice. "Your mother's dead now. Move away so that the doctor can do his work."
"NO!" I sob, still clutching Mama's pale, lifeless body. "Mama's not dead! No!"
"Lucy... MOVE AWAY THIS INSTANT!"
"NO!"
Slap!
My eyes widen as I touch my stinging cheek. "Wh—Wha—"
He then grabs me by the arm and starts to drag me away.
"NO! LET ME GO, OTOU-SAN! LET ME GOOOO!"
"Shut up, brat!"
I sigh as the recurring memory of my mother's death tortures my brain. After that incident, I had cut off my hair and worn a plain brown wig. Then I didn't look in a mirror for ages, and I imagine the skin on my face must be rough-looking by now.
But I don't care about that anymore.
My classmates are chattering happily in my surroundings, and here I am sitting idly in my seat, watching them. None of them seem to notice me.
I'm just... invisible to them.
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Chapter One
HE WAS ALONE IN a room full of strangers.
No one spoke to him, but he was content with that, because if they did, then it would be like speaking to a wall, and he didn't want that to happen. He didn't want to make any enemies on his first day, but he didn't feel like making friends either.
His life bore a large crack ever since the incident that happened long ago and it could never possibly be fixed.
So he stayed in his seat, indifferently observing his classmates animatedly talking to each other, their faces boring large grins that made him want to look away. It was frustrating to think that the people around him could easily do what he wanted to do the most but could not.
Then the bell rang at that moment, signalling the beginning of class. He gripped the piece of paper in his hand tightly, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible as to not attract any attention.
Finally, after a few minutes, the teacher walked into the room, holding a pile of books that looked overwhelmingly big and forbidding.
He gritted his teeth slightly before standing up.
The teacher, Gildarts Clive, a large man with shoulder-length orange hair and bored brown eyes, looked at him inquisitively when he approached him.
He handed him the paper.
Gildarts raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to say anything to me first?"
He pursed his lips in mild annoyance, and then, with reluctance and plain embarrassment, signalled to Gildarts that he couldn't speak.
The man understood instantly and turned his attention to the paper in the boy's hand. He took it from him and read it silently before saying, "So you're Natsu Dragneel…?"
Said boy nodded.
Gildarts grinned. "Welcome to Fairy Tail Academy, boy. I'm Gildarts Clive, your uncle."
Natsu stared at him.
Huh?
Gildarts laughed outright. "You don't know? I was Igneel's best bud. Before he, uh, left… he asked me to watch over you or something because of your condition. Guess I'd better make it easy for you to adjust, eh?"
Natsu still looked at him as if he were crazy.
Gildarts frowned slightly. "Boy, this is difficult... Tell you what, Natsu. Do you know sign language? Because I do. It'll make it easier for me to communicate with you. That is, unless you prefer writing on paper."
Natsu shook his head immediately and signed, 'No.'
"Good, or else that would be very awkward." He stood up and smiled. "Well! I guess I should give you all your permanent seats! So, Natsu, go on ahead, get your bag, and stand to the side so that it'll be easier for me. Everyone, follow suit!"
The door suddenly opened at that moment, and Natsu turned his head towards it. A girl with seemingly short brown hair tied into a messy pigtail was panting while leaning against the wall.
"G—Gomen, sensei," she said, breathing heavily. "My alarm didn't go off."
Gildarts waved her apology away. "That's all right, young lady. We were just about to be seated."
Her expression turned relieved and she stood behind Natsu, waiting patiently.
"All right." Gildarts scanned the list. "In the front row, respectively, Levy McGarden, Freed Justine, Mirajane Strauss, Laxus Dreyar, Erza Scarlet, Jellal Fernandes, Lucy Heartfilia, and Natsu Dragneel."
The girl who was apparently Lucy Heartfilia nodded slightly and went to her assigned seat.
Natsu slowly followed.
When he sat down, she smiled at him.
"Hello," she said politely. "May I know your name?"
He blinked at her, but he didn't respond in any way.
However, taking it the wrong way, an angry expression crossed her face, and she snapped in a low voice so that Gildarts couldn't hear, "Excuse me. Didn't you hear me?"
He merely looked at her in response.
Fed up, she turned her head away from him, fuming. That bastard… What a pompous, condescending jerk!
Natsu bowed his head slightly, staring at his hands. Great, he thought. Now she thinks that I'm a jerk. Well, it's better than to be called a freak, anyway.
Gildarts started to drone on and on about the introduction to chemistry. Lucy tried her best to pay attention to him, but her mind was somewhere else. She wanted to get away from the pink-haired boy beside her. She was used to being called a brat, and she was used to the hurtful words thrown her way, but she couldn't stand anyone ignoring her. She guessed that it was some kind of ego on her part, and for a moment, she felt sheepish about her feelings.
Maybe he just doesn't want to talk… I'm going overboard…
After what seemed like an eternity of debating with herself mentally, she finally got the courage to rip out a piece of paper from her notebook and write, 'I'm sorry' on it.
After the bell rang, signalling the end of first period, she hastily placed it on his table and hurried off to her next class.
When she got there and sat on a seat she felt comfortable the most, a piece of paper was suddenly placed on her table by someone who passed by. She looked at it curiously and saw her own handwriting and another's.
Her eyes widened slightly when she saw what was written.
'What are you sorry for?'
—
WHEN THE LUNCH BELL rang, Natsu grabbed his bag and went off towards the bench beside the cherry blossom tree, thinking that he could get some peace and solitude there.
He then sat down and got out his bentō. It's really peaceful here, he thought, satisfied.
But then someone with long, spiky black hair and sharp blood-red eyes passed by. "Hey, you. You look familiar," he said gruffly.
Natsu just stared at him.
Gajeel huffed as the memory came back to him. "You're that mute guy from Clive's class. You got it bad, huh?"
Natsu looked like he didn't know what he was supposed to do, but the slightest sign of pain flashed in his eyes which did not go unnoticed by his companion.
Gajeel said indifferently after a long moment of awkward silence, "You can use sign language, you know. I learned it when I was little."
Natsu, surprised, signed, 'Why did you learn it?'
'My mother's mute, too.' Gajeel signed awkwardly.
Natsu tried his best not to laugh, but was failing to do so. 'You know, you look really lame.'
'...Shut up.'
—
'I HAVE TO JOIN a club?' Natsu asked Gildarts incredulously.
Gildarts scratched the back of his head. "Well, in this Academy, all the students are required to join at least one club…"
Natsu made a pokerface. 'Oi, old man, can't you see that I'm mute?'
"I know that," Gildarts said exasperatedly. "That's why I signed you up for a music club."
'A music club? Don't tell me you're expecting me to—'
"You can play instruments, right?" Gildarts interrupted.
An unreadable expression crossed Natsu's face. 'I gave up on playing instruments long ago, and I don't plan on doing it again.' He started to walk away.
"You know…" Gildarts said, apprehension and hesitance in his voice, "…your father would've wanted you to."
Natsu stopped in his tracks for a fraction of a second, but continued on as if he didn't hear the older man.
Gildarts sighed.
—
LAST PERIOD ENDED AND Natsu found himself walking alone in the hallways after being told by Happy-sensei to clean up the room. He was deeply annoyed by the blue-haired man, but he felt a slight fondness for his innocence and his childlike actions in class because it kind of reminded him of himself when he was small, when the incident had not yet occurred.
He stopped walking when he suddenly heard a sound.
"You're the one that never lets me sleep
To my mind, down to my soul you touch my lips…"
Someone was singing.
Natsu turned towards the door where the voice was coming from and slowly opened it as to not let the person know that he was listening.
"You're the one that I can't wait to see
With you here by my side I'm in ecstasy…"
The person was a girl, judging by the femininity in which she was seated, and also by the tone in her voice that obviously implied that she was a female. She was wearing a black hoodie, her hair covered by the smooth fabric. She was sitting on the floor of the stage, her back turned to him.
"I am all alone without you
My days are dark without a glimpse of you…"
He seated himself on a chair near the door, feeling unnaturally warm even though it was cold inside because of the air conditioning.
"But now that you came into my life
I feel complete…"
He felt like he knew the person, but who was it? He had met a few girls in his life, but none of them were the one. He must've forgotten. He often forgot the people he met, and that particular habit was one of his unfortunate flaws.
"The flowers bloom, my morning shines
And I can see…"
Finding himself hopeless, he studied the girl's voice. It was very familiar, but there was a new note to it: an incomprehensive loneliness and longing for something. It was a feeling he knew all too well.
"Your love is like the sun…"
His eyes widened.
"That lights up my whole world…"
It was instantaneous; the foreign feeling that built itself in the pit of his stomach, and the sudden change in her tone.
Her voice... it became angelic. It was soft, it was gentle, it was soothing, it was… mellifluous. The overwhelming change in her voice struck him so hard that he almost fell off his seat in shock. And what was even more surprising was that because of that change, he was able to slowly piece the puzzle together.
"I feel the warmth inside…"
Chemistry, he thought as he stood up.
"Your love is like the river…"
It's her. There's no doubt about it… He stepped closer to the stage.
"That flows down through my veins…"
He was now standing in front of the stage, contemplating.
"I feel the chill inside…"
He was a bit hesitant, and his posture was slightly rigid.
And he still stood there, wondering why he felt the urge to do something… anything.
He stared at her back with an unreadable expression on his face, and then the next thing he did was write something on a piece of paper he got from the pocket of his pants and placed it on the floor of the stage. Then he turned towards the exit, gave one last glance at her, and walked away while listening to her singing what had become his favourite song.
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SHE TRIED TO KEEP her eyes glued to the blackboard, but they just wouldn't stop sending covert glances towards the person beside her.
This is ridiculous, she thought. I'm overreacting. It may not be him, anyway.
Her inner voice instantly chided, Then who else would write on paper just to tell you that you're beau—
UGH! She felt her cheeks flush considerably. Stop it!
Suddenly a piece of paper was on her desk, and she could read the words that were written on it:
'Are you in the Music Club?'
Heat crept up on her face as she realized that she was absolutely right after all.
Her fingers fumbling, she managed to scrawl some letters on the space under his question and hastily placed the paper on his desk.
'Yes.'
"Therefore, in order to balance this equation, we must use—" Gildarts was saying when the bell suddenly rang.
Heaving a sigh, he announced, "Homework will be on pages 10-11. I expect everyone to be able to pass them first thing tomorrow morning. Class dismissed."
Lucy placed her books inside her bag shakily before slinging them over her shoulder. "Next period's History. Great…" she muttered under her breath, trying her best not to think about a certain person which was threatening to plague her mind.
"Miss Heartfilia," Gildarts called out suddenly.
Lucy turned to him, startled. "Yes, Mr. Clive?"
He held up a piece of paper. "I got a letter from your father."
All the blood drained from Lucy's face. "M—Mr. Clive," she stammered, panic causing her heart to race, "can I have that letter?"
Gildarts' expression was puzzled. "But I haven't even opened it yet."
Lucy laughed nervously. "W—Well... It's because my father made a mistake there and he asked me to give it back to him."
Gildarts shrugged. "Okay then." He handed her the letter.
She took it, thanked him hurriedly, and scurried out the room.
Natsu slung his bag over his shoulder, sending a glance towards Gildarts. 'Don't tell me you didn't notice how weird her actions were.'
Gildarts sighed. "Of course I did. I'd be an idiot not to notice it." He stared out the window, a thoughtful look on his face. "I just hope she'll be all right."
—
AFTER CLASS, SHE STUMBLED into the Music Room, her only sanctuary where she could find peace.
Singing helped her voice out her emotions. It instilled a sense of comfort inside her, and hearing her own voice sent a small surge of delight in her veins. She knew that she was good, but it wasn't really professional material.
She still had a lot to learn, after all.
Stepping closer towards the stage, her eyes became focused enough to see that there was another person in the room except for her.
And it was him.
Suddenly feeling the need to be inconspicuous, she ducked under a nearby table as quietly as she could, trying to ignore the frantic beating of her own heart. She knew that it was simply stupid to be feeling this way to someone she barely knew, but she couldn't help it.
After a few seconds, she took a deep breath, wondering when he would leave the room when suddenly the sound of a saxophone met her ears.
She froze.
It was a smooth tune with a slightly seductive tone to it that sounded very captivating. She was starstruck and rooted to her spot. It didn't cross her mind that he could play an instrument since he was mute, but boy, was it incredible.
When it ended, she slipped out of her hiding place, her eyes shining.
"Hey, that was great," she said breathlessly.
Natsu stared at her, looking like he was on the verge of shock and mortification.
"I can—I can use sign language, you know." She smiled at him meekly. "I just didn't want to sign in front of other people."
He gave her a level stare and signed hesitantly, 'What are you doing here?'
"I told you, didn't I? I'm in the Music Club."
More hesitance shone in his eyes as he regarded her carefully. 'I was here last time... when you sang.'
In an instant, heat crept up onto her cheeks, giving her a burning and dizzying sensation.
He noticed this and lifted a hand, reaching out towards her slowly.
Shutting her eyes, she let him touch her, letting his warm, warm fingers sweep across her forehead in a featherlike motion.
And then, as quickly as it had seemed to be, it was gone.
Opening her eyes, she caught a glimpse of his cold, indifferent eyes before it softened slightly when he saw that she was looking at him.
'You don't seem to have a fever, so I don't get why you're red...' he said, looking mildly puzzled.
"I—It's nothing! And I... I know," she stammered. "You, uh, left me a note at the stage."
'Yeah...' He stared at her intently. 'I meant it, you know. You really are beautiful when you sing. You inspired me to play instruments again before...' He abruptly stopped signing.
Lucy, ever the perceptive one, somehow knew what he was about to say. "Before you became mute...?" she finished softly.
He averted his gaze. 'Yes...'
She stepped closer to him. "Have you gotten your voice checked by a doctor? Can it be saved?"
Again, he hesitated before replying. 'I've never gone to one.'
Her eyes widened in shock. "What?! But you should've gotten that checked! Maybe you can get to speak again! You should hang on to every possibility!"
'I just don't want to. And I don't care if I can get to speak again.' His demeanour had turned icy-cold. 'I'll leave now.'
As she watched his retreating back, she felt a deep, painful sense of déjà vu.
I'm being treated like a nobody again.
She took a deep breath, deciding that he was not going to talk to her again, then sang.
—
HE HAD NEVER MEANT to be like that to her.
It was just that they were treading on a touchy subject, one that he didn't really want to discuss.
Of course, it was obviously no secret that he couldn't speak, so he stopped trying to. Going to a doctor, for him, was too overrated. He had no chance, and he had no will.
It was better to be just mute rather than waste time trying to speak.
"I'm so glad you made time to see me…"
He stopped in his tracks reflexively.
"How's life? Tell me, how's your family?
I haven't seen them in a while…"
He noticed it again. The tone of loneliness and emotional distress. And it made him clench his hands into fists due to agitation and slight confusion.
"I've been good, busier than ever…"
He breathed in slowly. Why the heck does she have this effect on me?
"We small talk, work and the weather
Your guard is up, and I know why…"
He bit back his pride and turned to face her. She was sitting on the stage again with her back facing him. Only, she was staring at the ceiling.
She didn't seem to know that he was still there.
"Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses, and I left them there to die…"
He swallowed. There was that tone again. Her singing attracted him to her in so many ways; it was like she knew what he was feeling and felt exactly what he felt.
"So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you, saying I'm sorry for that night…"
He walked closer to her again, and mild déjà vu struck him.
"And I go back to December all the time
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine…"
He stopped in front of her back, and he could faintly smell her rosy perfume.
She smells sweet.
"I go back to December, turn around and make it all right…"
At that moment, he touched her shoulder gently, startling her. She stared at him, eyes wide.
'Go on. Finish it,' he said with a reassuring smile.
And she did.
"I go back to December all the time…"
—
TENTATIVELY, SHE SAT HERSELF across him, fidgeting slightly as she struggled not to meet his eyes.
He, on the other hand, was looking at her with the slightest bit of curiosity in his onyx irises.
She was acting a little embarrassed around him. Was it because she now saw him witness her sing?
'You okay?' he asked.
She looked at him in surprise, then lowered her head, trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. "I'm—I'm all right. It's nothing," she stammered.
He raised an eyebrow. 'Doesn't look like nothing to me.'
"T—To you, maybe."
'What's the big deal anyway? Your voice is captivating.'
Her face turned tomato-red. "S—Stop it."
'...Could it be that you're not used to compliments?'
She looked away from him. "...No," she admitted. "It's because.. I've always been a nobody."
He waited patiently for her to add something.
"Ever since I was little, I don't stand out. I don't have a striking quality about me nor do I have features which people can remember about. Sometimes they even treat me like I'm invisible." She shyly glanced up at him and was pleasantly surprised to see that he was listening to her. "They do talk to me at times, but they always forget about me afterwards. Since I have always been alone, I sing to keep the loneliness away. I sing whenever I'm mad or sad or happy or frustrated. I sing and I keep it a secret." At the puzzled look on his face, she quickly explained, "I'm in the Music Club to play instruments."
He nodded slightly. 'Just like me?'
She smiled. "Just like you." She pressed her hands together nervously. "So, when I met you and you ignored me, I got angry because... well... even if I was treated like an invisible girl, I wasn't ignored when I talk first."
He felt a pang of guilt in his insides. 'Sorry...'
"No, don't be. Besides, I should be the one who's sorry." She looked at him. "When you started talking to me, I felt happy. I mean, no one ever talked to me so casually like you do. Even if you seem to hate me..."
'I don't hate you.'
She blushed. "Then... I'm glad to hear that."
He stared at her with conflicted emotions. '...Since you let me know a part of your story, I think it's understood that I give you mine, too.'
She looked at him, surprised. "Eh? Y—You don't have to—"
'But that's for another day,' he said, a hint of a grin on his boyish features as he stood up.
She watched him in fascination, not finding it in her to move her eyes away.
'Hey...' he said suddenly, catching her attention. 'Wanna dance...?'
She blinked at him, and then the blood rushed to her face in a mere instant. "Wh—What?! D—Dance? But I—"
But I don't know how to dance...! she wanted to say, but the words were stuck on her tongue.
She didn't want him to know that she was a terrible dancer, but if she didn't tell him that right now, she would still be humiliated in front of him.
But he only smiled—a smile that made her heart skip a beat and a smile that suited him so much it caused his face to light up and soften in a completely different way.
'I'll guide you, don't worry,' he assured. 'It'll make you feel great.'
—
WHEN THE MUSIC STARTED, she started feeling nervous. Jittery, even.
"When your legs don't work like they used to before..."
He held out his hand, and shakily, she took it. With that, a ghost of a smile swept across his features, and he pulled her close.
"And I can't sweep you off of your feet..."
Slowly, he twirled her around with such gentleness and grace.
"Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?"
He stopped her movement and pulled her close to him again, gripping her fingers in his firmly.
"Will your eyes still smile from your cheek?"
He gave her a small smile, then mouthed, 'Relax.'
She gulped, her heart beating loudly in her chest. Her hands were still shaking slightly due to her nervousness, but deep inside, exhilaration filled her body, expecting more and more.
"O—Okay."
And then he said, 'Move back. Follow my lead.'
"And darling, I will be lovin' you 'till we're seventy."
She obeyed, her feet moving backwards in a sweeping motion.
"Baby, my heart could still fall as hard at twenty-three."
He moved back as well. However, he never let go of her hands.
"And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways."
He freed his fingers from her own in her left side and went beside her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Maybe just the touch of a hand."
He continued to lead her throughout the following parts of the music.
"Oh me I fall in love with you every single day."
She felt slightly conscious of the way his hand—his warm, warm hand—clutched her own seemingly cold, clammy ones.
"And I just want to tell you I am."
She could feel his eyes on hers. She could feel the intense stare and the magnetism he was projecting.
He was making her feel tingly, and she did not know if she liked the feeling or not.
"So honey now—"
He slowly—ever so slowly—slid his hand away from hers, and she felt her heart jump at the last feather-like touch of their fingers before they completely separated from each other.
"Take me into your loving arms."
The music was a smooth, romantic tune that seemed to send her heart pounding away and sweep her off her feet.
"Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars."
And the look on his eyes made her feel as if she had never been invisible at all.
"Place your head on my beating heart."
Suddenly, he came closer to her, and he wrapped his arms around her, sending her heart into an erratic motion.
"I'm thinking out loud."
All the blood rushed to her face as she unconsciously held his lower arms which were situated by her chest.
"Maybe—"
She was frozen stiff when she felt his face move closer to her neck.
"—we—"
He shifted, and then he held her arms and gently pulled her away.
"—found—"
He twirled her around.
"—love—"
He pulled her back towards him.
"—right—"
He looked at her right in the eyes.
"—where—"
She stared back, and she was sure that she was blushing.
"—we—"
Then, he smiled, and he leaned his forehead towards hers until they touched.
"—are."
And they stayed like that even after the music had ended.
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'IT'S LATE. YOU SHOULD be getting home now,' he told her, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
She froze for only the briefest of moments before she nodded meekly. "Y—Yeah… I guess I should…" She swallowed, and then the next words which came out of her mouth were beyond her control. "D—Do you want to go home togeth—"
He gave her a dismissive wave. 'See you later.'
She stood there speechless and humiliated, watching his retreating back and unconsciously holding a hand over her heart.
It was still beating faster than normal, but it had lessened considerably compared to earlier.
She remembered what he had said after they danced.
'So, it wasn't so bad after all, was it?'
"Y—Yeah…"
'Thanks. For going along with my request.'
"You're welco—"
'It was a good way to pass the time, anyway.'
She remembered the way he looked at her.
It was like… that emotion she saw in his eyes while they were dancing… had never existed.
Did it even matter to him at all?
Because, she knew, that it had mattered a lot to her.
Because he was the first person to ever give her full attention.
He was the first person to ever… make her feel this way.
But…
That kind of person which he was… it seemed like he suddenly disappeared.
Because that remote disinterest on his face wasn't a figment of her imagination.
It was real.
And it hurt.
So much.
«—TBC—»
Songs/Music Used (in order):
1. Alamid - Your Love (Girl Version)
2. Lee Jung Sik - You Know (Saxophone Instrument)
3. Taylor Swift - Back to December
4. Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud
A/N: Is this version better? I'm actually dying to know what you all think. Whether they're bad or good—bring it on! Hahaha :D
Oh, and I think I screwed up a little on the dancing part. I don't know a thing about dancing, and I'm horrible at it. I just wish I'd done the song justice. Sorry... T.T