He finally did it. He stood up to his terrible manager, and it felt great. He could do whatever he wanted now and not have to worry about the scumbag breathing down his neck, so why would he still think about staying here of all places? Everything he's ever known was travel, from when he was a child to now he had always led an uprooted lifestyle so why did he want to settle down now? Truth be told, he knew exactly why. He saw them all on the beach today. A group of girls too weird to be real, but all beautiful in their own way. But the only one he had eyes for, the tall, goddess-like woman he couldn't get his mind off of was glancing back at him and smiling, her radiant face aglow. The skinniest one that seemed to daintily dance everywhere she went kept trying to get her attention, finally whispering what he had been waiting for the whole time.
"Rose..."
Rose. Her name was Rose. He hid his smile, not wanting to seem like a stalker or anything and sat with his legs crossed and began to play his guitar. He got lost in the rhythms of his guitar and his heartbeat and began to slightly sway as he poured his soul into what he was playing.
"I know I'm not that tall/ I know I'm not that smart..."
A shadow blocked out the sunlight and Greg opened his eyes. Standing above him was her. She was smiling in delight and looked almost childlike,she was so excited. He smiled too and put his guitar down.
"Oh no no keep playing!" She gushed, "I was just watching!"
Blushing, Greg picked up his guitar and got lost in the beat and Rose's warm and kind aura.
"Let me drive my van into your heart..."