He looked at her milky eyes, wondering what angels like her thought of all day. This was it, this was what his master had told him when he was an apprentice. One day he would meet his Muse. He was sure it had to be her.

I cant help but think that if I was someone else this would be easier. Maybe if I more confident I could talk to him. Maybe if I was stronger I would have the courage to reach out to him. Maybe if I was smarter I would know I should just walk away. Rated M for future chapters

The music was pounding, you could hear it from outside of the house. I could see bright lights flashing in the windows. People were on the porch drinking and laughing loudly. I started to walk to the door, hoping nobody would try and talk to me. I hated parties like this.