Chapter 3:
After that, I avoided the 'little crew' as much as possible. It had been two days, and I needed something to distract me. I had played my guitar constantly, but it was getting old. I needed something.
There was an old laptop downstairs, and I could use it to look for a music shop. I needed new music sheets for a new song I was writing. It was the perfect distraction.
I was still in my pajamas, so I changed into some ripped dark wash skinny jeans, and a old shirt that went to my knees. It was Uncle Billy's, and he would wear it when we came up with a new song for Hannah. It was my lucky shirt while I was here.
I put my hair up into a messy bun and skipped make-up. I wasn't going anywhere fancy. I grabbed my flip flops and hopped down the hallway while putting them on.
I walked into the kitchen and was greeted by stares from everybody that had been here on my first day. I ignored the stares and asked Emily, Sam's wife, if she had a computer.
"Sure, sweetie, there's a laptop over in the living room." She replied. Emily was the type to be helpful and motherly. Her scars didn't scare me, like everyone seemed to expect me to behave. They just made her more beautiful than she already was.
"Thanks, Emily."
I walked past the boys, who were all sitting on the couch, floor, and chairs. The laptop was already turned on, and I quickly opened it to Google and typed in 'music shops in La Push area'. The searches came up quickly, and I scanned the list until one caught my eye.
It said 'Music Speaks'. I clicked on it, and it came up to a screen with information about the store.
This store specializes in all types of music. We have classical, jazz, rock, and country. We stock instruments, and let people play them if they are interested to. For artists, we have music sheets and instructional booklets for the new learners. Come here to her Music Speak!
It sounded perfect. It was in Forks, so I would need to drive. Then the problem came.
I didn't have a car.
I decided that I was going to swallow my fear, and speak up to get what I want for once.
"Sam?" I asked. He was sitting on the couch, and I only knew that because Emily had migrated there. I was still looking at the screen, trying to figure out if I needed a set of twenty music sheets, or twenty-five.
His head snapped to my attention when I spoke, almost as I he was waiting for me to ask him this question.
"Yeah, Miley?"
"Can I borrow your car? I want to go to this place in Forks." I didn't want to give him the exact location, because I wasn't sure if that would affect the outcome.
"Yeah, sure, but where are you going?" he asked. This was the big determiner.
Do I tell him? Or do I skip out on this incredible diamond of a music shop?
I swallowed my doubts, and said "Toa music shop." I said it so quietly, I almost doubted he heard.
But he did.
And he did something that amazed me.
'Sure, Mils. Can you just take one of the pack with you? I don't want something to you."
He was okay with it. I was so happy that I didn't even question why he used the word 'pack' or retort that I was old enough to go by myself.
"Thanks Sam." I had finally turned to him. He was smiling now, and that mad my smile bigger.
Now, who to take?
"So, who wants to come? It'll be really boring probably; I'm just going to practice and get some new music sheets." I didn't want anybody to come because they had to. They should have there own choice.
Everybody raised their hands. It was surprising; I didn't really expect so many people to want to hear me. I was sort of less confident when I wasn't Hannah.
"Oh, wow. Well, I don't really care who comes. I have to go get some stuff before I leave, so figure it out."
With that, I turned and entered my room. I was going to bring my music for my new song, and another for a warm-up before I actually start playing.
I came back, and everybody looked like they were coming. I was yet again surprised.
"We're all coming Mils. Hope that's okay?" Emily said. She sounded so nervous, that I couldn't say no.
It was about half-and-hour later that we reached the shop. It looked large and spacious. It was two stories, had a mural of saying famous singers said and pictures of them on one side of the building, and posters of newer artists on the windows in front. Hannah was up there, blonde hair and rocking outfit.
When I pushed open the door, a tinkling bell sounded above me, and a man's head popped up. He looked young, maybe my age, and had short, cropped hair. He had piercing studs in his nose, on his eyebrow, and one in his ear. He had dark eyes, and was wearing shorts. With no shirt, he had a six pack, and a tattoo of a birthdate, weight, and length.
"Hey! Welcome to Music Speaks. Just look around if you're new to the music area. Good luck!"
I immediately went to the counter. The guy looked up and smiled at me. Not in a flirty way, just in a way that said 'finally, a music lover who could understand me!'
"Hey, could I use a piano for practice? I have my music and everything, I just need the instrument."
"Yeah, sure. It's in the back. My name's Nash, by the way." He said.
I looked quickly around, checking to see if anybody was missing me. Leah and Embry, who I found out were a couple, were looking at different types of music. Sam, Emily, Carson, Claire, and Quil were all looking at a music video playing on a flat screen on the wall. Jake and Nessie, who was also a couple, were looking at the guitars on the other wall with Jared and Kim. Paul and Rachel were listening to a song on the disc-player installed next to the music stands. Collin, Brady, and Seth were messing around near the door, punching each other and laughing quietly. I followed after Nash.
In the back, there was a small room, filled with different instruments. In the middle was a piano, shiny and black, with perfect white keys. The brown walls were covered with guitars and flutes, harmonicas, and even a saxophone. It was perfect.
I moved to the piano. It emptied my bag of its contents, only a pencil and a couple music sheets. I set the empty bag on the ground near the stand, and set up my practice page. I started.
Everybody needs inspiration,
Everybody needs a song.
A beautiful melody,
When the night's so long.
Cause there is no guarantee,
That this life is easy.
Yeah when my world is falling apart.
When there's no light to break up the dark,
That's when I, I, I look at you.
When the waves are flooding the shore,
and I can't find my way home anymore.
That's when I, I, I look at you.
When I look at you,
I see forgiveness,
I see the truth.
You love me for who I am,
Like the stars hold the moon,
Right there where they belong.
and I know I'm not alone.
Yeah when my world is falling apart,
When there's no light to break up the dark,
That's when I, I, I look at you.
When the waves are flooding the shore,
and I can't find my way home anymore,
That's when I, I, I look at you.
You, appear just like a dream to me.
Just like kaleidoscope colors,
That cover me,
All I need,
Every breath that I breathe,
Don't you know you're beautiful!
Yeah
When the waves are flooding the shore,
and I can't find my way home anymore,
That's when I, I, I look at you.
I look at you, Yeah, Whoa.
You, appear just like a dream to me.
When I wrote the song, I had been thinking about Travis. We were together then, but after we broke up, I changed the lyrics to fit the situation of important friends. It's stayed the same ever since.
I didn't know I had an audience. I thought it was just Nash and me, but it ended up by having everyone fit into the little room. They were all looking at me and smiling, some of the girls with tears in their eyes.
It felt nice to be appreciated.
AN: I do not own this song. It's called When I Look at You, by Miley Cyrus. I don't own it.