get my ❤ {racing} Open~

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"This is my love song to you
Let every person know I’m yours
So you can fall asleep each night, babe
And know I’m dreaming of you more,"

The gentle strum of a guitar filled the air as a young man seated at the base of a fountain sang, his voice soft, yet genuine. His brown hair was long, falling just against his shoulders. Some people probably called it a sort of "hipster" look.

"You’re always hoping that we make it
You always want to keep my gaze
Well you’re the only one I see
And that’s the one thing that won’t change,"

His eyes were closed as he continued his serenade. Was there someone in particular that he was singing to? Perhaps. He didn't know. He liked singing for other people, liked the smiles he could bring to their faces.

"I’ll never stop trying
I’ll never stop watching as you leave
I’ll never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
I’ll never stop holding your hand
I’ll never stop opening your door
I’ll never stop choosing you babe
I’ll never get used to you,"

Kerry Grant opened his green eyes, the sweetest of smiles on his face as he sang. He would watch passersby, just giving them something nice to listen to. He had an easy voice, one that wasn't too loud or demanding. It was like a lullaby.

"And with this love song to you
It’s not a momentary phase
You are my life, I don’t deserve you
But you love me just the same
And as the mirror says we’re older
I will not look the other way
You are my life, my love, my only
And that’s the one thing that won’t change.

Still get my heart racing, you
Still get my heart racing, for you
Still get my heart racing, you
Still get my heart racing, for you.

I’ll never stop trying
I’ll never stop watching as you leave
I’ll never stop losing my breath
Every time I see you looking back at me
I’ll never stop holding your hand
I’ll never stop opening your door
I’ll never stop choosing you babe
I’ll never get used to you."

He ended the song with a gentle strum and sat back, looking up at the sky. Music always made him feel at peace. It was the one way he could express himself completely. Music was always genuine and good.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

One of the passersby paused to watch him. She smiled and reached into her purse, intending to pull out some money. He deserved something for bringing sweet music to the ears of others.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kerry set his guitar aside and stretched his arms above his head. The girl heading toward him caught his eye and he smiled warmly.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"That was beautiful," she told him. "How long have you been playing?" She blinked her soft green eyes at him and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Kerry leaned his elbows on his knees and shrugged, "About six years. I took lessons when I was younger, but now I mostly sing for fun."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

She nodded. "I always wished I knew how to play," she said with a smile. "It's such a beautiful talent."

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Kerry smiled, "It's not too hard, once you get the hang of it. I think most people could play an instrument if they wanted. Singing, well, that's a little different."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

She looked down. "Well... I can sing. But I never felt very proud of that." She shrugged. "It's not like playing guitar or piano."

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"Why? I think you're either born with the skill to sing or you're not," He smiled.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Exactly," she said, nodding. "You're born with a beautiful voice. You have to work to learn to play an instrument. It has more accomplishment associated with it."

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Kerry chuckled, nodding along with her, "Oh, touche. I'll give you that one." He held his hand out to her, "I'm Kerry."

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

"Cira," she said, taking his hand. "I don't suppose..." she hesitated. "Could you teach me to play?"

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Kerry looked pleased, "Really? I'd love to!"

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Cira broke into a stunning smile. "Honestly? That would be amazing."

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Kerry pulled out his cell phone, "Here, add yourself so I don't forget," he smiled.

[ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟғʀᴏsᴛ]

Cira nodded eagerly as she took the phone. She added herself as a new contact and then handed it back to me. "Don't forget to call," she said.

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Kerry smiled and his cheeks dimpled, "Don't you worry, I'm a reliable guy."