ANGEL' S P.O.V
John had just finished performing.
After getting up the courage to even walk up to him, we had a chat.
"So, you never even thought of someone."
"I liked Micheal Jackson."
I laughed at what he said.Me and him were talking about inspirations and dreams.
"You're style is so unique, that's why I love you guys."
"We're just putting melodies together with what sounds right."
"Well you're doing a good job at it."
He grinned at me.
"Do you make music? What else do you do?"
"I went to an art school in Boston, and moved to Maryland.I used to write music."
"Why'd you stop?"
"I guess I just lost hope.After I moved out it just became a hobby to me."
"How about you?"I asked.
"I guess once I started the band we just sort of clicked."
"Music was my escape.Things were crazy and I thought I was losing my happiness."
"Music helped regain that confidence," he sighed.
My eyes glanced up at John.
"Nah, it's fine."
He brushed it off, but I felt like it wasn't.
"Thanks," I said.
"For what love?"
"For telling me the truth.Opening up to me."
He smiled."Well there's more from where that came from."
A guy wearing full black clothing came up to us.
"Ya ready to go?" he asked.
"Yeah, in a minute."
"Well, it was lovely to have a chat with you."
"Maybe we can hangout when I come back."
"Yeah," I said.
Alex came up to me.
"Me and Jack are going to get a couple of beers.Wanna come?"
"Nah, I'm fine."
"I saw you talking to John."
I rolled my eyes.
"What did you guys talk about?"
"We were just talking about our childhood."
"Yeah, he's a great guy,"Alex sighed.
He pushed my shoulder.
"You like him."
"Am I right?"
"Alex, why should I like someone I just met, when I have great guy like you?"
He put his arm around me.
Alex's smile widened.