Train Rides-On Hiatus

6-Newt's POV

Teresa was right. The jamming room really was awesome, with comfy chairs and stools and a mini fridge filled with beer and soda. The whole atmosphere just made Newt feel like playing, and he had an idea that it was designed to be like that. He and Teresa had chatted a bit at first, he learnt that she loved playing any instruments and had skipped college (it seemed she was rather defiant about that subject) and that her favourite colour was white like the moon at midnight, whereas she learnt that his real name was Isaac Newton
(Isaac Newton? Are you serious? What were your parents thinking?) but seeing as he disapproved over being named after someone who had been dead so long, he called himself Newt, that he worked at a cafe for two years while he was in high school, and that he usually had a book to read, that weekend being the exception.
Then Teresa asked him if he wanted to play something and he said yes.
He began to play a tune that had been stuck in his head the whole week before. It didn't take long before he was lost in the music, words tumbling from his mouth smoothly, but he didn't register what he was saying. Whatever sounded right. He just finished his song, playing the final note when the red door opposite him creaked open.

Authors Notes:
Hi again. I'm really sorry for this really short and super bad chapter. I think I might have to change some things around in the extremely vague sort of plan I have for this fic. Actually it's more of a nonexistent plan but.
Also, I should of attached the video to the last part, but I forgot and it works in this one as well so I compromised.
Once again sorry for writing so badly.
-@slim_it_shuck_face
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