I am not a song writer but I am trying to have Nic create originals.

Chapter 2 Shut It Down

Nicole had to admit that the man was persistent. He came by on slower nights regularly and she always shot him down. She had to admit that he was hot and funny but that is what got her into trouble in the first place. It had gotten her heart ripped from her chest, thrown to the ground and stomped on. She sat under a large oak tree studying for her classical compositions class.

"Ahh Classical Comp, some would say an excellent class but it bored me to tears." Ryan frowned then looked at her wearing a NYU tank with cotton shorts.

"Hey gorgeous." He plopped next to her. "Is that all you do? Work? Study? Work some more? Do you ever have fun?"

"You strike me as someone who is used to getting what he wants and gets thrown off guard when he is told no. Do you ever let up?" His eyes caught hers.

"What did he do to you?" She shook her head then closed her book with a heavy sigh. She stood packing up her things. "Look Nic, you have shot me down in every way possible. I have pretty much given up on asking you out on a date. I think that you are funny. I am attracted to you but I was only trying to be your friend." He said from his spot on the ground.

"I don't need friends." He stood then shoved his hands into his khaki shorts. "I definitely don't need friends like you."

"What does that mean, like me?" She threw her backpack over her shoulder.

"Self-entitled, spoiled, frat boys who only see women as objects to curb their desires then discard her when done." He rolled back on the balls of his feet.

"Spoiled, self-entitled, and handsome frat boys do not need to pursue women relentlessly for that. They come to them." She threw her head back laughing.

"Where is the challenge in that? That is what it is about and you know it." He looked down, truth was he had moved around so much that he only had a couple of friends who had gone off to study in graduate programs and the newer friends knew who he was and always wanted something.

"I can be an asshole, it is part of who I am, I suppose but you are wrong about me. I don't see that changing so… Sorry for bothering you. I'll fix it by not." He walked away and she felt bad but shook it off. It was for the best.

He had gone back to the lounge for the live show but she wasn't working so he felt like he was safe. He really did enjoy the place.

"Okay ladies and gentleman, your favorite bartender is filling in tonight. Nikki is in going to bless you with her beautiful voice." Randall smiled as she stepped up with her guitar.

"I am going to do an original with an acoustic flavor." She smiled and started to strum away her pain.

April Fool

Often times we say that love is blind,

Blame it on seeing through youthful eyes

Just beginning your journey seeking to find

Where you belong

Someone to love who will love you in return,

Not looking but I thought that I had found mine

He had me believing but he was deceiving

So I must let it… burrrrrnnnnnn

Chorus:

Thought that we would always be cool.

Spring came, things changed

And I'm an April Fool,

Yes I'm an April Fool

End Chorus

You told me that you were…

You said you were just friends, you said

I placed my faith in us, gave you my trust.

Not even two days later she is in your bed.

But you said... damn you said…

That I had nothing to worry about

Tried to hide instead of fight

Never thought I'd figure it out

She was my best friend, my best friend..

Supposed to ride with me… Be down with me… Slap a chic for me…

To the end

And she said, damn she said…

She could never

But she slipped right into your bed

Chorus

She broke a cardinal rule

Thought for my bestie we'd always be down

Never thought the two of you would be messin' round

But I'm an April fool,

Yes I'm an April fool

You made a fool of me

I want to know why

How could you do this to me?

How could you do this to us?

The song faded on the chorus. She received applause. She saw him stand to leave while staring at her. She introduced the next song breaking eye contact as she felt vulnerable that he had heard the song. He was clapping, he had mouthed something that she couldn't make out then he left.