Dream Catcher |H.S|

Chapter Three

I've been moved into Terri and Nate's place for a week now, and Terri has been on my ass about singing covers and posting them online to make myself known as a 'singer'.

Who would have thought that my drunken thoughts would be taken so seriously...well more like tipsy-thoughts.
Same thing.

I've rolled my eyes at her every time she's brought it up to me, yet here I am on my day off while Terri and Nate are at work, about to record myself singing.

I never would have thought that I would be in this position, I hate singing in front of people, especially strangers. I barely even sang in choir when I was in high school.

The only people that have heard me sing, is Terri, and Ava.

I don't feel ready to share my voice with the world, but Terri is convinced this can do something for me.

"Even if you don't become big and famous, you'll still be putting yourself out there and you'll be actively pursuing something you're passionate about."

Her words had been ringing in my ears for the last twenty four hours and now I'm sat in front of my keyboard with my phone propped up on top of it.

"Here goes nothing.." I whisper to myself.

I press record and start playing soft chords to 'Falling' by Harry Styles.
I'm

*Play now!*

I'm in my bed
And you're not here.
And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wondering hands.
Forget what I said
It's not what I meant
And I can't take it back
I can't unpack the baggage you left.

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling.

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you won't talk about?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

You said you cared,
And you missed me too.
And I'm well aware I write too many songs about you.

And the coffee's out
At the beach wood cafe
And it kills me 'cause I know we've run out of things
We can say

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you wont talk about?

I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling.

And I get the feeling that you'll never need me again

What am I now?
What am I now?
What if you're someone I just want around?
I'm falling again
I'm falling again
I'm falling

What if I'm down?
What if I'm out?
What if I'm someone you wont talk about?

I'm falling again
I'm falling again

I'm falling.

I sigh and then turn off the camera on my phone.

If I thought that was the hard part, I was wrong. Because trying to work up the nerve to post this is even harder.