This chapter contains the song, "Where You Lead," by Carole King, but I suggest that if you have it playing when you read this, you listen to Lauren Alaina's version.

Chapter six: Where You Lead

"Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again."

~Edwin Arlington Robinson

"Where you lead, I will follow anywhere that you tell me to," Sam sang as she strummed her guitar.

It was her ultimate secret. She was a sucker for music. She loved the way it set the mood and how there was always a song to match how she feels. She's been playing guitar for almost ten years now. She hid her guitar in her room where no one could find it. She's been writing music for about eight years now.

She sat on her bright blue office chair facing away from her bedroom door.

Sam sighed and started strumming again. "If you need, need me to be with you, I will follow where you lead. I'm gonna follow where you lead. I'm gonna follow where you lead. I'm gonna follow-"

Sam immediatetly stopped playing when she heard movement from behind her. She turned around and saw Freddie standing in the doorway.

She put the guitar down and prayed he didn't hear her playing it and singing. "What are you doing here?"

He kept looking over at Sam's guitar. He had no clue she was that into music. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. I came over because I was bored. And I remember you saying I can come over whenever I want to, so I just came."

"You could have knocked," she said, trying not to raise her voice.

"Sorry... So where's your mom?"

"Not home," Sam mumbled. Whever her mom wasn't home, she would play the guitar and sing her heart out. Usually she was at Carly's, but since Carly is sick, Sam took advantage of the opportinity.

"Oh, so... What were you just singing?"

"Get out." Sam really didn't want to talk about her music with anyone ever.

"It was just a question," he replied.

"Pretend you never asked it. And pretend you didn't come over here and hear me singing and see me playing a guitar," she said, panicking.

"But, Sam," he breathed, "you were amazing. Why do you keep your voice a secret?"

She rolled her eyes. "Because I just do."

"Can you play the whole song for me?" He asked sweetly walking closer to her. "Come on, Sam. You know you want to."

"Yeah," she said, "Way, way, way deep down. Whatever. The only reason I'm agreeing to this is because the song is about you."

That sparked interest in Freddie. Sam picked up her guitar again and he pulled over a wooden chair. He sat right across from her and he stared into her eyes as she began strumming away.

"Wanting you the way I do, I only want to be with you.

And I would go to the ends of the Earth 'cause, darling to me that's what you're worth.

Where you lead, I will follow anywhere that you tell me to.

If you need, need me to be with you, I will follow where you lead.

If you're out on the road feeling lonely and so cold.

All you have to do is call my name and I'll be there on the next train.

Where you lead, I will follow anywhere that you tell me to.

If you need, need me to be with you, I will follow where you lead.

I always wanted a real home with flowers on the window sill.

But if you want to live in New York City, honey, you know I will.

I never thought I could get satisfaction from just one man.

If anyone can keep me happy, you're the one who can.

Where you lead, I will follow any-anywhere that you tell me to.

If you need, need me to be with you, I will follow... Oh.

Where you lead, I will follow any-anywhere that you tell me to.

If you need, need me to be with you, I will follow... where you lead.

I'm gonna follow where you lead.

I'm gonna follow where you lead.

I'm gonna follow, I-I'm gonna follow, I-I'm gonna follow where you lead."

Sam stopped singing and the room was silent for a few seconds.

Freddie spoke up, "That was incredible, Sam. You really shouldn't hide your talent."

She smiled shyly. "Thanks. You're such a nub."

"I know. It's one of my many talents and I don't try to hide it," Freddie stated playfully. "So, got any more songs about me?"

"Um, maybe," Sam said in a low voice.

"Let's hear them."

"All of them? There's kind of a lot. Like, eight years worth," Sam said nervously.

"Yeah, all of them. I've got time. Hey, maybe you'll just have to perform one on iCarly someday."

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