Let Me Be ME

by Janet-Mufasa

All Alexy wanted was to listen to his music. All Castiel wanted to do was preform. Problems with teachers and the weight of life dragging them down, they use the music to escape but everyone seems to be against it. After getting his stuff taken away by a teacher Alexy runs off to hide at the bottom of a staircase only to overhear someone singing and playing guitar in the room below

2. Chapter 2

Chapter two

Sound Proof Castiel sat in the dark of the room beneath the staircase where he would be preforming with his best friend Lysander that night. For what audience? None of course! they just loved making music, and had nowhere to do it.

He was strumming his guitar with new stings and only paused once to listen to the frantic disembodied sound of someone running down the stairs.

He listened to hear if their footsteps continued down the hall but heard none. He held his breath for a while before exhaling and deciding that whoever it was had decided to slow down and walk normally. Perhaps they were just busting to go to the bathroom or something?

He shook his head and finished up his strings before testing them and tuning it as quietly as he could.

He smiled as the sound of his instrument greeted him in perfect tune and he cradled the guitar just right against him so he could practice the first few chords of a new ssong him and Lys were writing.

Lately Lysander had turned to him for advice on the melody of his songs, for he feared that perhaps his own songs were rather monotone and dreary as opposed to sexy and fun like they were supposed to be.

well... Lysander could make anything sexy if he wanted to... heck he could make a chicken salad roll look like the hottest thing in a room if he wanted to.

Castiel paused as he stuffed up the chord whilst thinking about such a situation and the heat that rose to his face he tried to shake off.

He had to admit, the white haired mystery boy even had him blushing with the lyrics that he pumped out, but luckily with HIM adding to the songs he had more control over how 'far' they could go.

He grinned at his foolish thinking and decided now wasn't the time to spontaneously start hitting on his best friend, but instead surprise him with a fully memorised song to present with him..

just as he thought this though a buzz in his pocket alerted him to a new message.

He unlocked the phone and then skimmed over the message, a grim look upon his face:

Cas, I can't make it to practice. I've come down with a very bad case of something. I'm terribly sorry, I'll be absent for a few weeks during my recovery. Perhaps this should give you time to finish sound proofing that room.

Castiel groaned quietly and then heatedly replied, in as polite a manner as he could to his eccentric and terribly misfortunate friend who ALWAYS came down with 'something' whenever a huge breakthrough of theirs was about to be had.

"whatever.." he grumbled.

He re-situated his guitar and then remarked, "I don't need him! I can sing myself..."

He began with the into to the song as quietly as he could. Lysander had a point. The room wasn't yet fully sound proofed but it was good enough that he could hide in there during the afternoon.

he entered the first verse and in a low voice began to sing.