Not only did I love poetry, but I also loved music of all sorts. I learned how every instrument has a purpose in one big ensemble. Knowing this made me think. I wondered how I fit in our large orchestra. Was I the only piccolo? The only tambourine? Or was I one of the many saxophones?
"You'll find something waiting."
That's my weird way of getting through to myself. No one should ever have to witness that mess.
But what am I supposed to do in a nation where no one even knows my name?
I miss Europe.
When this conflict is over, I can go back. That was my agreement and oath to my father. If I do as he says until all of this is over, I'll have complete control of my life from then on.
Maybe I can bring people back with me.
Maybe I can bring her back too.
"Right there were yo-
"You've got a nice voice, there."
I yelped and fell off my bed in surprise. I landed on my back with my guitar using my groin as a cushion from the fall. I groaned in pain while trying to sit up. As I did, I looked up at whoever interrupted me.
I could've died right then and there.
It was the Mulligan girl. She was climbing through my opened window. I wanted to be able to have some refreshing air strolling through here instead of the scent of Father's pipe, but this turnout isn't too ruinous.
At least I get to see her here. She got down and stood next to me. She pulled my guitar off me, then she grabbed my arms and lifted me up onto the bed. She was apologizing so fast, I didn't have time to completely register what she was saying.
But then again, I'm way too embarrassed to be concerned about that.
She literally heard me sing. SING!
My knees feel wobbly. I want to hurl, but I can't begin to think about doing that in front of her.
I just want to lie down and die. I don't think it'd be hard to do. I could just hold my breath and-
"What else are you not telling me," she asked with her head cocked to the side.
I panicked. What did she mean by that?
"I've known you for about a year now, but I had no idea you were so talented!" She gave me a huge smile as she giggled.
She really is perfect.
"I wouldn't call myself talented. Maybe I have some hobbies, but they're definitely not talents."
She gasped loudly and tugged in my shoulders. She had a stern look on her face. "Don't say that!"
"You're amazing!"
**
"The British are coming! The British are coming!"
This happened in a matter of minutes.
You see, I showed the rest of the guys the great news. They all reacted differently. Cato was overly approving of the whole thing, John was a little bit irritated for not being told about it sooner (join the club), but Alex apparently figured it out awhile ago.
"I thought we were all friends here. Why was this kept on the low?"
"They may have wanted to surprise you, John."

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