So, here we have a little piece about what happens when a band kid begins to like somebody. This will relate to a different story that probably won't be posted for a good few months, seeing as right now I only have a vauge idea of what happens, but it inspired this (that and my drummer).
Counting
She doesn't remember when she began counting her steps, or the pauses between words when others breathe, or the tapping of raindrops on her roof. It became second nature, the steady counts of 4/4; 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Steady, measured. Each beat equal in pacing and in thought. Calm and collected, even when urgent. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8. Each beat is the same.
But then something happened. She began to count in 3/4; the graceful, flowing beats of a waltz. 1,2,3,4,5,6. At first, she is unsure as to what caused this change, changing not only her mind, but the beating of her heart as well. It flutters in strange ways it never has before, faster and faster, but spurred by joy, not urgency; and at the same time, slower and slower, calm, and at peace.
Seasons change, and she can't remember a time when 4/4 seemed natural. It has become harsh; it's edges straight and forced. Now her heart beats and her breath comes in flowing, curving lines, she is a romantic at heart, and as music is a language understood by all, love and romance are spoken of in 3/4.