Chapter 3
"Estavestava..." Matt stammered.
"I know it couldn't be a weirder last name. S like the letter, ta, va, and then toe like on your foot."
"Well Baily S-ta-va-toe," Atticus giggled. "Tell us a little bit about yourself."
"Well," I said trying to think of something interesting and impressive to say. "I like donuts, Chinese food, and rock music. I know karate and used to do alot of boxing. I also do parkour, break dance, sing and play the guitar."
"Parkour?" Matt asked puzzled.
"Also known as free running. You know, jumping over trashcans, flipping off of walls."
"I knew that." Atticus said. His tone almost indicated that there was some sort of competition but I let it slide. "So you play and you sing?" he pulled a guitar off the floor and handed it to me. "Well play us something you donut loving, boxing, musician."
I picked up the guitar and sat down on the couch behind me. I played all the way to the end of "Count On Me" by Bruno Mars. I looked up to see to gapping mouths.
"Beautiful," Atticus said.
"Uh, thanks." I smiled holding the guitar in my lap.
"And so humble," Matt said almost crying.
"Glad I could um, move you?"
They both blinked and shook their heads, as if they'd forgotten I was there.
"So uh who's guitar is this."
Atticus raised his hand.
"You play?"
"Yep, and the drums too, and a little piano." he boasted.
"Do you write music?" I asked curiously.
"I've written a few things."
"Well I'd love to hear sometime."
"Uh guys we need you in wardrobe, Baily you'll meet the rest of the cast later." Dave called in from the doorway.
"Coming!" Matt yelled.