~Your singing is what my heart yearns to hear~
Dorothy's POV :
It warmed my heart to the guts when he came up on the stage with his favorite guitar and was stringing it. I wonder if he could find me in the crowds but then I realized I was in the first row, and unknowingly clapping my hands for him with a big curves in my face.
And, I could even see another side of my assistant. She was shouting and cheering like crazy. I had to roll and blink my eyes twice before seeing her like that but still I was glad she was enjoying a lot.
He sang like almost so many songs, about 10 is it ? Ahh...his throats might be swelling and paining a lot by now. I thought music could only be hobby. It could only make people happy and that guitar thing was just something like people hold it just for fun.
But, after I met him, I realized, realized that everything on the world couldn't
At the end:The whole novel's Theme Song: Wanna be that song by Brett EldredgeThe radio and a sundressMakin' my world all a messBack corner of a cornfieldBottle tops and the truth spinPull the lever, lay the seat back laughin'You slippin' off your shoesWhile the dashboard speakersSing every word of Night MovesI wanna be that song that gets you highMakes you dance, makes you fallThat melody rewinds years, once disappearedMakes time stallI wanna be those wordsThat fill you up, roll your windows downAnd keeps you youngMakes you believe you're right where you belongI wanna be that songI wanna be wanna be wanna be wanna be that songOohI wanna beI wanna, I wannaI wanna stand with you in the third rowThe window booth at a barBack pew on a Sunday, pourin' out your heartWhen the bleachers are crowdedWhen you're sittin' all…Source: MusixmatchThank you so m
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Alex's POV :My heart broke as she asked me if I was well or not. If I was alright or not? I wasn't? Not even a little bit. The pressure of learning the things that I don't know was more than the grief of leaving the music in the company.I wasn't being able to learn. I felt like a small kid struggling hard with his school assignments and still couldn't do it.Somewhere in my mind, I have wanted, wanted that someone would ask me if I was well or not. If I was okay or not? When she asked me about it, my heartfelt more than broken. I wanted to stay in her embraces as they were the only secure place for me now.Honestly, everything others were frustrating me except her and Gloria in my life. I don't know why but Her happiness with Gloria had made me happy in her happiness. But, sometimes thinking about the departure that which id obvious and sure to happen, ruptures my heart into pieces. And, when I think of her who is more attached to her, it makes me mor
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~ Some people we meet in our life are more than just the angel~Dorothy's Pov:Finally, after three weeks I am being discharged from the hospital. I swear, the excitement which I had during the admittance in the hospital faded away just in some days after I joined.My back was aching like the hell by sleeping everyday on the bed. They won't allow me to eat something that I wanted and yeah, not even travel as I wanted. But, I knew that it was all for me. It was just because I wasn't habituated to sleeping and getting rest almost all days.Yeah, my little friend, Gloria would visit me frequently in my room and we would be together with each other almost all the time.We used to stroll around the garden and look at the old people laughing and giggling and make a silly jokes on some of them. As she was more of a patient in a hospital before me, she knew quite some of the people in the hospital and would describe me about them, with he