august 23: another open ballet practice with Namibia, Meg, Spring, and Baby Jane, once again with Opium on piano.
"So... explain to me again why you aren't dancing like a sugar plum fairy?" Jonny was amused. I groaned and sat up.
"Because, I can't dance to save my life. And I can't BEAR the thought of Penn going on about what happened..."
He sat up. "I bet you can sing though"
I looked at him, then blushed and looked away.
Because... I can't. I'm tone deaf
"Go on. I dare you."
"Who's gonan hear you?" He was really amused now, I could see he was trying not to laugh.
"YOU are... and and and..."
"The trees? Ohh, and the squirrels might tell everyone" I laughed with him now at the entire absurdity of it all..
He reached out for his guitar and started playing.
"And if I was a sailor I'd sail the seven seas
to tell you
baby, I don't want you to leave..
Cause see this world is such a sad place and without
your pretty face I'm sure it's
gonna wind up much worse"
I stopped suddenly. He put the guitar down.
"How did you know I liked that song"
He looked shy.
"That day when I put the note and the feather in your room.. I looked at your iPod. It was the most played song."
"Takes one to know one!" He cried, mock outraged.
"Well, it seems then, that we are perfectly suited, Mr Jonny" I said, in a posh voice.
"Yes, and I find your voice perfectly suitable, Miss Ruffle" He said.
"Suitable for what?"
"Well I find your voice perfectly suitable too, AND your guitar playing"
"We should make a band"
I cba to write more. I could go on forever butt heyyhoo I might have been rambling.
Comment: "in case you ain't all clocked i'm talkin' bout my guitar"
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