Saturday, August 17, 2019
Lucia's POV
The encounter with man from yesterday was really awkward, although I know he didn't intend to but first impression really sink in for me.
Hopefully I won't deal with him again, if we were to get close then it would be exhausting for me to handle his kind, as expected from an extrovert.
When I was buying a snack from a cafe, I got a call from my client yesterday. He invited me for lunch, I figured that the man would also be there along some of his crew, so I politely decline the offer. I'm not comfortable with crowds and besides, I already have plans for today anyway.
I bought some snacks at a cafe and put them in a basket I brought. Strapped on my back is a black gig back for my guitar, it's a bit heavy but bearable.
Saturdays are the days I drown myself in other forms of art, so today, I plan to sing a song I made up some time ago, I doubt that it will sound good but it doesn't really matter since I don't plan on sharing it to others.
I arrived at the location, it's just beside the road, I directly headed to my spot, by the riverbank with trees beside to provide me some shade. The reason why I do this outside is to gain inspiration from nature.
Putting out my notebook to finish the lyrics, and in between the thinking of a word and figuring out the progression of notes, I took a bite of macaroons and a sip of my espresso.
After a few minutes, I'm finally done with everything I've written. I started to begin from the start and run-through.
Welcome to Wonderland, we've got it all
Potions and pastries that make you grow tall
Forests and cottages, castles and cards that can talk
Welcome to Wonderland, look where you're at
Maddest of hatters, the Cheshire Cat
Magical cabins and lovely white rabbits with clocks
Dancing through a dream underneath the stars
Laughing 'til the morning comes
Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart
Oh, Wonderland I love
Welcome to Wonderland, I'll be your guide
Holding your hand under sapphire skies
Let's go exploring or we could just go for a walk
Welcome to Wonderland, where should we go
There's a tea party along down the road
Make an appearance and maybe they'll sing us a song
Dancing through a dream underneath the stars
Laughing 'til the morning comes
Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart
Oh, Wonderland I love
Nothing around here is quite as it seems
Not sure if anything's real or a dream
And the only thing sure from the start
Is the song that's inside of your heart
Don't let it leave
If this was a dream, then at least I've got
Memories for when morning comes
Now that I must leave with a heavy heart
Oh, Wonderland I love
With the last strum signaling the end of the song, an applause was heard behind the tree, startling me. A man peaked out, reaching out his hand to offer a handshake.
"Zane Welton, a singer-songwriter. That was a comforting song you played." He said.
"Luicia Vianez, a local freelancer." Accepting his handshake, I introduced myself which he instantly commented "We both know that's not true. You're too good to be 'a local freelancer'." Moving his spot to be sitting next to me and offered munchkin doughnuts.
"How long have have you been there?" I asked.
"Long enough to hear the whole song." He confessed, averting his eyes and scratching his nape. I took the chance to scan him.
He has brown hair, black eyes, and is that a guitar with him? It is!
"So what do you call it, the song?" He asked once more.
"I'm still thinking about it."
I started to drown in my thoughts, I feel so weird, I don't usually converse with people, much more acquaintances but with the exemption for my clients.
"Imagine a white rabbit hopping around with a clock, and jumped into the rabbit hole beside that tree you're leaning on." He joked, earning an eye roll from me as I responded "That's not a rabbit hole, its just how the tree's stump developed."
"But it's somehow deep, maybe a squirrel dug that." He speculated, stroking his chin, thinking in wonder.
"Maybe." I responded. I looked at my wristwatch, I think its time to go home so I packed my things and stood up.
"That was fun, let's go back this place and jam sometimes." He smiled, strumming his guitar.
"Let's." I said and left. Did I just made a friend? How odd was that of me. He can know my musical side but I won't let him know my photographic side.
Zane Welton's POV
"What a woman." I said to myself while grinning like a fool.
I never thought I could find decent musicians these days. Most of them make nonsensical songs, no meaning, no backstories, or something that's interesting. I looked up my phone and searched her name, Luicia Vianez. But that's odd, nothing relevant appears, I really can't believe she's just a freelancer, she has to have a stage name then.
I was just packing
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☆Welcome to Wonderland
Singer/Songwriter : Aaron Seabra
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