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Hattress

I DO NOT OWN THE WRESTLERS! I want to but hey…
I'm a seventeen year old girl who has no life… *tear*
I do own Sand!


"Where the fuck you think your going?" I guess Matt was awake now. I tried so hard to do everything quietly just so I didn't have to wake him and hear his whines. Truth be told I would love to forget what he sounded like when he was cranky and annoyed.

"Out, don't worry about it so much." I laughed, shuffling with the acoustic on my back. Come on Matt what you want I have to get out or I might miss her.

"Is it the same place as yesterday? I'm guess this means that you are going to meet a girl…and I am guessing a ring rat huh?" Yup, Mr. Cranky was in full blown asshole mode now. We had another show to do in a Stadium that night, so I wanted to get there come back early, sleep and maybe get up in time to go to the show.

"She is not a ring rat." I mumbled walking out of the room before he could even protest. I hated when he called every girl I seem slightly interested in a ring rat. So some of them like guys who wrestle, so what? It is not like this girl had any idea to who I was, by the looks of her she looks like the kind of girl who didn't know what the word TV meant.

The day once again was perfect as I clenched the hat over my multicolored hair. I love my fans with all my heart, I mean they are some of the backbone onto why I love doing what I do, but today…I just wanted to be normal for once…and play. Just from one day this girl makes me want to play…makes me want to actually go back to writing. I inhale deeply closing my eyes to hear the new fall winds blow through the bare, naked branches of the trees.

"Come into my world of madness, and I promise you will never come out…" I heard her voice. Impressed that she kept her promise, I moved quickly, following the mass of people she seemed to always attract. She was right…same spot…same place, just a different sound. A more ballad low sound. Her pools of blue looked up for a moment to brush a muddy colored piece of hair from her face. "I dare you, come closer to me, I dare you come fall for me. I dare you to even try to love me." She sang looking up once more and locking eyes with mine. Lost…that's all I felt, lost.

Her fingers stopped the melody, and as if on command she used her music to trance the watchers to throw money into her case. A gift I guess you can call it. I smiled with a nod of my own. It was like all musicians have this code where you don't say hi, just nod your head and start to play.

"Nice for you to come big shot. Didn't think you had the guts." She smirked raising one of her arched brows to me. What could I say, she had this power that made me want to play.

"You underestimate me way to much." I pulled the left side of my face into a smile I know makes all girls fall weak. It did work, she chuckled a bit shaking her head then moved over for me to sit. I took my place next to her and nodded my head.

"I'm going to start in C." she sighed and strummed her long purple nailed fingers on the strings. I nodded my head imitating the same noise she made. Her head bowed in approval. A silent conversation between two musicians with nothing but their hands and guitars doing all the talking that is what it was. No words, but only with the melodies with our hands. This is what it feels like to know that there was someone out there that knows what good music is.

"I wonder will you ever know. The way it is for me to tell you so. This is me no matter what you say. This is my heart don't take it away." She began to sing, and I knew just from her tone she was saying words off the top of her head.

We sat in silence when our guitars took over our words once more. Mine with the harmony to her sound and her with a melody. Beautiful, I couldn't stop watching her little purple nails graze each string with such precision, like a surgeon doing their work. This was her work.

"Come into my world of darkness, come into my fears. Love me till the days are gone, love till there's tears." She playfully sung. The harsh tones of her voice were more clear then yesterday morning. She stole a glance up at me and sighed giving me a wink and smile. "Will you take me away, far away from here, I will run with you, don't be afraid…"

People from every angel started to come by and once again her spell…our spell was put on people, and more and more were coming now. They all obey our song and started to throw in money. I stole a glance to look up at her for a moment and smiled that's when I noticed she didn't glance up once to see her audience. The fall wind got stronger when it blew my hat off. Shit I didn't care…the music was real, alive, the music was now.

It just took one hat, one look at my pulled back multi colored hair to realize what happened. That's when the swarms came. Everyone who knew who I was rushed over to see the side show. I glanced over at the person who really mattered at the moment and shot her and apologetic look. Shit this is never going to happen again…fuck!

Her sculpted brow, her deep ocean blue eyes staring into mine as if I was the one doing the wrong. Sand stopped her playing, closed her case, got up and walked away. I know what that walk meant. It meant fuck you man that's what the curvy walk meant. As soon as my fingers stop playing, it was like the barrier that we once had up broke down, crumbling beneath my feet and I was an animal everyone wanted a piece of. I peered over everyone's head as they grabbed me wanting autographs and more. I saw her by the fountain. My heart made this fast beat knowing she was still there. Our conversation was not done yet and I wanted to end it in a proper manner. The autographs were finished and the people were leaving like flies shifting over to their next victim.

Finally did I move over to where she played, her nails still playing the same melody that we casted out on everyone. I have never felt so awkward around someone I hardly know ever in my life before. I wish she would open her mouth…use words to converse instead of the melody that still entrances me.

"Coffee, how about some? My treat, and in favor you can tell me what the hell that was?" she breathed, putting away her guitar and grabbed the money. Her fingers quickly counted out the bills as she split half of it and gave it to me. I refused, but she stuck it in the front of my pocket anyway. I'll just put it back in her case when she isn't looking.

"Sure but you have to tell me more about yourself." I replied. She was interesting…I needed to know something about her. Even if it was just her last name.

"Only if you are lucky." She responded getting up, her body only motioning me to follow her.

"Are you always like this?" I had to know, for some reason she seemed like the kind of girl who wanted to be mysterious but if she did she would have never known.

"Maybe…now lets go 'cause I'm freezing my ass off and I get enough of that back at the flat." She exhaled with a roll of her eyes.

Sand got up as I followed her lead, walking as fast as I could. I guess it was a New York thing that they walk so fast. Her sapphire eyes glanced back at me so often as if I wasn't going to be behind. I forgot I needed to give her back this money. She was so intense when I showed her I didn't want it, but she gave it to me anyway. Why was she so mysterious? Curious, I sped up to her level and stared at her face when she walked. Her muddy hair fell behind her like waves of baked gold, her eyes were slightly slanted in an almond shape and bluer then blue, her lips were slightly pouted and cracked from the cold, and her skin was a warm sun kissed color. She didn't strike me as a girl who tanned, so I'm going to presume that it was natural. It was weird, I didn't even notice her looking at me as I examined her.

"Do I have something on my face?" she raised that sculpted brow and pulled her left face into a smirk that I would soon learn to come accustom to as her 'happy face'.

"No, just very intrigued on who you are. I mean I met you only a day ago and here we are going to get coffee and talk." I laughed, glancing ahead of us, watching as the people in the streets walked by us as if we didn't exists.

"Are you always like this? Like you stare people down and never say a word? Some people call that stalking and creeper status." her music boxed voice laughed.

"Well when you are an artist you notice things. You can't tell me that when you saw me ideas weren't going through your head about who I was?" I questioned, grabbing my guitar case closer to my body. Sand stopped in front of a large glassed Starbucks and smiled shaking her head. I recognized this place as St. Marks. It was where all the hippies would go and live. It seemed like a place she would go to for things like this.

"Carmel Chi Latte please?" she breathed, she was so polite.

"Tall coffee two sugars and milk." I ordered mine and watched as her blue eyes lit up when she paid. We got our order and sat down near one of the large glass windows. Her cold bum gloved purple nailed fingers gripped onto the cup holder, sipping slowly on the hot beverage.

"So what is it you want to know?" I raised my own brow and smiled. I should be polite as well. She had questions and I guess I had some kind of answer.

"What is your real name Nero?" she sipped her cup slightly making a small slurping noise.

"Jeff, Nero is my middle name. Easier for me to use when I don't see someone again." I scoffed, bringing my own cup to my lips.

We sat in silence, letting the quiet take us in. It wasn't bad, just nice, comfortable. She rarely talked, I noticed that. Her hands brushed slightly against mine picking at the small balls of fuzz on my hoodie. The fuzz rolled between her thumb and index finger then flicking them away.

"What do you do, because I'm going to take Famous for 500." she smirked leaning back on her chair. Her feet underneath entwined with mine making me jumpy a bit.

"Wrestle." I responded with a nonchalant tone. All I wanted to do was draw her, study her, play music with her. "We are out here for a show."

"You have siblings?" she let go of my feet and moved in closer. Damn, haven't had someone interrogate me before. I guess it was twenty questions.

"Yeah one, an older pain in my ass brother." I laughed taking a sip once more. "What about you?"

"Hey I'm the one askin the questions here." She pressed her hand on the top of my coffee. Never did I notice the slight Spanish accent. Where the hell was she from.

I laughed, and that is how out real conversation begun. It went back and forth. She asked her questions and I asked mine that is the way it went. Coffee and coffee, laugh after laugh. I think I got the girl to open up to me actually. It was nice, beautiful. Even if most of the questions were about me, I didn't mind. I knew I needed to somehow get to know her better.

After what I think was the forth cup she looked down at the small watch and rolled her baby blues. Her hands were quick with cleaning up, and grabbing her guitar ever so carefully.

"Well lover boy I'm going to be like Cinderella right now and Poof away. My job calls me." She smiled grabbing her hat as the last thing to put on. It was the perfect thing she put on. The French hat slightly drooping on the back of her muddy brown head. Cute, beautiful.

I felt the corners of my mouth fall into a think line. I didn't want her to leave…how pathetic, how sad am I? She was addicting now, it was like her music put this stalking spell on me and now all I wanted to do was pick her brain.

"Can I have your number?" I asked. It was like asking a girl in high school for their number. Wow this was getting way to sick…

"Don't have a cell phone but I'll give you the number to my mates where I am staying…and here I guess you really want to know about me…or you wouldn't have followed me like a puppy dog." She laughed, as I watched her grab a pen from her bag and scribble down a number and a address. "You really still want to know about me come here at 11:00pm and ask for Star, it's my stripper name." her face was held in a stern face I didn't know if I had to believe her.

"Wait you strip?" I was in awe, how can this small beautiful girl do that? Her laugh made me breath a bit better.

"No I'm kidden, just come and ask for Sand. It's a jazz club around this area. Come if you aren't afraid of real heart music and tired of all the Diva's and their fake bodies." She clicked her tongue on her teeth. I wonder if she has piercing. "Go there if you want to know more lover boy." With those very few words she kissed my lips; short but sweet.

My head was reeling, my heart was actually beating fast. I didn't recognize this feeling much, but I guess it was just the kiss though. I mean if any girl kissed me I would be feeling the same way. I hope… I pulled my thoughts looking down at the loopy handwriting scribbled on the napkin in front of me. Never would I have guessed puppy love existed…but I think I found my musical soul mate. Fuck Matt was going to kill me.