"tell me about it" she said
Heart's Song (Private)
"What've you been up to?" Dylan asked with peeking interest. Clearly, she wouldn't have to ask him. Everything he ever did was all over the media. All she had to do, was look.
" singing dancing writing that kindve stuff" she said
"You sing?" Dylan asked, sitting up a bit at the mention of singing. "And dance?"
"I'm in a musical group" she said
"Really?" He was quite surprised, wanting to know more. But if she didn't wanna talk about it, Dylan wouldn't make her.
" not like a band or anything but like a glee group" she said
"Oh fun. What songs do you guys do? Do you have a specific band?" Dylan asked her, relaxing back into the bed.
"We use all kinds of music last year we got second place in regionals" she said
"Who got first place?" He asked her, drumming his fingers on the top of the bed. "And why didn't you win?"
"Because my choreography sucked" she mumbled
"I seriously doubt that. You won second place, it couldn't have been that bad." Dylan insisted, running a hand through his hair.
"Still should've been better…what am I saying you don't want to hear about my musical abilities" she said
"Uh, yeah I do. I'm the one asking questions about it." Dylan pointed out, still fidgeting a bunch. He wasn't one for sitting still. "I won't make you, though. If you don't want to."
"What do you want to know?" She asked
"I don't have anything specific… I just wanna hear about you." Dylan shrugged, letting a smile pull up. "Anything you've got to share."
"Well I can provide you with a video" she said
"If you remember after the phone call, that would be appreciated." Dylan hummed to her, smiling gently. "But it can wait, for now."
"So what do you want to talk about" she asked
"Not sure… my mind is drawing a blank." Dylan admitted, slowly getting up from the bed to go sit by his window. Stretching from the floor to the ceiling, he sat down at the base of it to look outside.
"mhh well I'm not sure either" she said
"I mean, what are you doing this upcoming week?" Dylan asked, resting his head against the window frame.
"I'm not sure why?" He asked
Dylan nodded, wishing he could still be living like that. "Trying to make conversation." He hummed, tracing things into his window.
She sighed and looked up at the sky
His thoughts started to sting ideas, and he lifted his head back up. "You know, I could get you a couple backstage passes to my next concert."
"Why would you do that?" She asked though a smile remained on her face "an excuse to see me?" She teased
"Maybeee~" Dylan sang out, feeling his own smile pulling up. "Besides, as long as you don't mind posting a picture or two with good words, it'll bring good crowds in."
"Do I get a picture of you, kidding Kidding" she said with a giggle
"I mean, depends what you want. If it's a shirtless pic, that's not happening." Dylan teased, chuckling lightly when she laughed.