While My Guitar Gently Weeps By Beatles Novels & Stories

He whispered to the empty room. “I can’t do this without you, Mom.” He set the guitar down. He stood. He walked to the window. He looked out at the rain. He looked out at the sea. He looked out at the emptiness. He felt something inside him finally give way. Not anger. Not grief. Acceptance. He picked up the guitar again. He played. A single chord. Then another. Then a melody. Soft. Slow. Sad. The song had no words yet. But it had feeling.

“No.” “But I trust the part of me that still remembers how betrayal feels.” She looked up. Eyes quiet. Voice sharp. > “Next time I erase a name…” > “…I’ll make sure the ghost doesn’t survive.”

Erick tapped his finger on the surface of the coffee cup he was holding. The coffee he bought from the machine a few minutes ago was quite cold—because it turned out they needed quite a lot of time to speak and start the topic which had been delayed because Erick had to return to his room to finish his patient consultation session. Although it cannot be denied, that part of his mind was taken away by what he had just heard from Nathan and Erick had to try to remain focused and professional.

“That girl was a solution! You need to stop sabotaging this!” “The only solution I need is one that doesn’t make me want to claw my own eyes out. Next.” The last girl scurries out like she’d rather be anywhere but listening to our back-and-forths. For an agonizing long second, it’s just the two of us and the hum of Lewis Capaldi crooning “Someone You Loved” from the corner speaker. The irony isn’t lost on me.

They were singing towards my house. I slapped back with Sam Smith’s Too good at good byes and added the riff of ACDC’s Goodbye and Good Riddance to bad love. I watched them huddle in a group then they started with Man of Constant Sorrow. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the whole situation. I picked up my guitar and played them Two Pina Coladas from Garth Brookes. But they clapped me back hard when they started playing The Weight. I knew I was beaten. The Weight is my weakness. I waited for the song to end before I switched the amps and lights off. I went to bed, with only my guitar for company.

But no one was around. My footsteps echoed as I wandered through the corridors, unsure of where I was even going. That was when I heard it. A guitar. The sound was warm, smooth, and rich, the melody weaving through the air like a spell. I froze in place, listening. I knew that song. ‘Singer’ by The Blueberries. My heart jumped. It was one of my favorites, one I always used in my videos as Luna Lust. The realization sent a chill through me, excitement and unease curling in my stomach at the same time.

I smiled and started to strum my guitar and played an acoustic version of Dream it Possible by Delacey. I roamed my eyes at the whole place. Some are still not paying attention and are busy whispering with the person beside them, some are glancing at me and sings along as I sang the lyrics...but the same man with a pair of amethyst colored eyes is what I caught. He is staring at me, and then his eyes dropped at my guitar. He glanced at the geeky-looking man beside him and whispered something, and then glimpsed at me again. It felt weird because when our eyes locked, my voice trembled and became flat. I didn't hit the exact note! It was very rare, I normally make sure that I am hitting the no

He let go of my hand and grabbed my guitar from the corner of the room. "Do you mind?" he asked. Even though I was confused, I shook my head in response. He smiled and sat down on the beanbag and started strumming the tune of one of my favorite songs. I was rooted to my place at the door frame for a long moment, mesmerized and enchanted. It was as if he wasn't just strumming the strings of my guitar but also the strings of my heart. His notes on the guitar weren't perfect, but they reached my heart all the same.

Yes, things are certainly getting better, Mr Beecham thought, as he watched his son busy himself with the tidying up. *** Elmo strummed his guitar and absorbed the warm, distorted fuzz this elicited from the speaker. He couldn’t really explain how it worked, but the way this sound made him feel was explanation enough. At present he knew three chords but this didn’t bother him in the slightest. Someone had once told him that A, E, G were the only chords you needed for Rock and Roll. And Elmo had practiced changing between these chords religiously for over a year, and was now pretty good at it.

CHAPTER 7 Louela Jane The soft yet steady beat of the drums blended beautifully with the gentle strumming of Ivan’s guitar. As the melody filled the air, Luna took a deep breath and sang the first verse of My Wish by Rascal Flatts. “I hope that the days come easy and the moments pass slow, And each road leads you where you wanna go...”