A Whole Lot Of Staring

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{Gerard's POV}

"I've written more lyrics," I said as soon as I sat down in music the next week.

"Fuck yes," Frank grinned, "And I've composed an intro."

"Really?" My eyes lit up.

"You better believe it, Baby," Frank winked.

You can guess what I did next.

Fucking blushed of course.

Frank noticed and grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh um Maisie's off today," I tried to change the subject.

"How come?"

"Not really sure," I shrugged.

He sat up a little straighter.

"So it's just the two of us?" He asked.

"Looks like it."

"And we have a double today?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm..."

I frowned, "What?"

He started smiling again.

"Just the two of us for two hours... Sounds like fun."

He winked again.

Fuck me.

Every time he did that, I went as red as you can imagine.

Mrs Wells came to my rescue by speaking, "Good morning. Composition for the first hour and then performing for the next."

I was about to get up when Frank passed me my folder.

"Already got it for you."

"Oh um thanks."

He shrugged in response.

I got out my notation paper and lined paper.

I stared at what I had so far.

Not much.

As I had said, I wasn't as good at composing for instruments as I was for lyrics.

Originally, I was going to compose on the keyboard but somehow Frank had talked me out of it.

He wanted me to compose on a guitar like him.

I kind of knew some chords but I was no guitarist.

Frank said he would help me.

I have no idea why I had agreed.

It seemed like a silly idea now.

What if Frank didn't help me and I was left stranded?

The chair moved next to me.

I looked up to see Frank sitting down.

"You don't mind me sitting here do you?" He asked, "I just thought it would be easier this way."

"Um no sure, go ahead."

He smiled which meant I did too.

"I think the best thing to do would be to use an acoustic instead of an electric. It's a little simpler. Well, for me at least," He said.

I nodded in reply.

He got up and I watched him as he grabbed an acoustic and sat back down.

The rest of the first hour passed by pretty fast.

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