this town was small in population, but large within the passion of music. that community was seemingly getting bigger, and bigger. though, who the HELL didn’t actually love music ?? that seemed to be the equivalent of not liking to breathe. lennon couldn’t possibly fathom a life without melancholic chords, bopping rhythms, overloading lines of poetry that folded over melodys that you never could forget. what was the point of living if their was no music ? no sound ? no joy over the sound of a busying city, or the calm peppering of rain ? the earth it’s self made music every day, and we were just a part of the orchestra. lips curled in an appreciative expression. lennon admired happy couples, especially when a partner cherished, and supported the others deepest passions. “ i’m sure they’re grammy worthy in her eyes. - it’s gushy, but i like the knowing. ” it kept her warm, even though the night was comfortable. “ i take it she can be a muse for you ? ” the sort of mush that lennon adored. living in a current self-care, self-love era of being SINGLE, len still appreciated those relationship moments that influenced music herself.
her excitement over the truck starting was cleared by a relieving sigh. learning about nate was humbling. when you met kind hearted people as such, you always left feeling lighter on your feet. “ as we live and breath, we have created LIFE, you might as well be Dr. Frankenstein. ” getting out of her car, a small nod, and a look at her own vintage beauty was taken. “ yeah, no. ” a soft laugh, and a rubbing of her temples. ( a gesture picked up from her father. ) “ i moved here a few years ago, ” shrug, “ nothing too exciting. i’m from chicago, and i came here with my parents and two of my siblings. - my parents fell in love with the town after some spontaneous road trip they took once, and wanted to open a restaurant here … so here, i am. long story short. “ i still get amazed over the silence around here. i couldn’t sleep for months, because i was so used to the rustle of a city. just expecting chatter, cars, or any sign of LIFE to be going on at all times. ”
Nate took pride in the songs he wrote for Freya. He had grown up a guitar in hand, fingers carefully plucking chords on the piano in the living room of his family home. He was constantly humming some sort of song he heard, even as a child, so his parents took notice of his love for music and got him piano lessons. He started with piano to learn the basics, though he quickly gravitated to the guitar once he was old enough to properly hold one. He was thankful for his years at the piano, keeping up the skills he had learned over the years, but the guitar would always have his heart. He loved writing songs, playing to impress his friends at parties, and it was a great stress release to wind down after a long day. “Well, thank you. That’s very sweet of you to say. I hope they are. She seems to like them. And I’m sort of the king of gush.” He admitted. “Romance is my thing.” Nate nodded quickly. “She definitely is, for more than just music. She’s my better half.”
He chuckled, “Basically. The Creature is looking pretty good if I say so myself.” Though the truck was old and often didn’t start, he loved it and tinkered with it often in the driveway. He had always liked old cars and fixing them from the ground up. “Nothing like your beauty, though. Your car is sick.” Complimented the boy earnestly, gazing over to it once more. He nodded. “I see. I also moved from the city. I’m from New York, I went to university there to become a lawyer and that’s where I met Freya. We dated for years but broke up for a bit and I came here to win her over. Thankfully it all worked out. I like the peacefulness of Crownsville, but I definitely miss the city. I’m a city boy at heart, born and raised in Manhattan. How’s the restaurant? Is it still open?”
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