Smiling back, Dylan led her into the music room. Pushing it's double french doors open, he turned to look at her. "Welcome to where the magic happens." Dylan hummed, walking up to the grand piano and running his hand across the top as he started to look through papers on a side table.
Crimson looked around the room in awe " you know when I was twelve I learned how to play the piano man on the piano" she said
Glancing up and back at her, he gestured to the piano. "It's all yours if you'd like to play it now." He insisted, smiling softly before continuing to read through different papers.
"as tempting as that is and how I'd love to play piano again I'm not going to because I Will start singing " she said
"What's wrong with that? You do know I'm a singer, right? I enjoy hearing other singer." Dylan insisted again, humming just a bit.
She walked up to the piano brushing her fingers along the keys
Finding an envelope with her name on it, he held it up with a light smile. "Found them." He told her, setting them atop the piano.
"Thank you for being so nice to me the truth is I never really had or have friends everyone would always call me names and we're always mean to me" she said
He was taken aback by her sudden confession, but smiled softly. "Hey, it's no big deal. You deserve it." Dylan told her, pulling the envelope back and pulling the two extra tickets out. "I'm assuming you don't want the extra one's, then?"
"well I can't exactly take you to my own concert" she said
"That you can't, now can you? You really don't have anyone you'd wanna take?" Dylan asked softly, sliding back over the envelope once he had taken the extra passes and tickets out.
She shook her head "I told you no one likes me"
Nodding a bit, he set the extras back on the table. "I just… find that hard to believe. I really thought humans were more evolved than that." Dylan mumbled, shrugging just a bit.
"it's really not that big of a.deal I have my dog and that's all I really need . . .I.guess" she said
Frowning just a bit, he sighed looking over to her. "It's still hard to swallow. You should have friends for sure."
She shook her head "It doesn't matter"
"If you're sure." Dylan hummed, grabbing the song book his sister had left in there. "How are you with writing lyrics?"
"oh uh I mean I have a few songs" she said
"By that, I'm assuming you mean you wrote?" Dylan asked, sitting down at the piano. Propping the book up on the stand, he rolled his long sleeves up to his mid arm.
"Yes in a blue and gold stripped notebook" she said
"How'd you feel about helping me out, then?" Dylan asked softly, looking up to her. "I'm at a mental block, and my producer wants a song in the next two weeks."
Crimson blinked a few times before sitting on the piano bench next to him
"You don't have to, if you don't want to… I'm just- never mind. What do you say? You feeling creative, and willing to help?" Dylan asked her softly, playing a gentle scale on the piano.
She smiled softly "What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I had started a love song forever ago. But like, it wasn't working. So if you're any good with those, I know my producer and manager would go berserk if I finally got one to them." Dylan hummed, glancing over to her. "But that's only if you're up to it."
She smiled "Yeah of course"
"Awesome… though I have no clue where to start." Dylan admitted, resting his elbows on the very edge of the piano. Pressing his hands together, he rested his chin on his thumbs and sighed weakly. "I'm not a romantic kind of guy."
"Well have you ever been in love or are you in love and if you think of that person it just kindve rolls off "She surrounds me, my God, she astounds me And everything she does will make me weak Take my heart now, go ahead and break my heart down
Be careful with the words you choose to speak" she sang while playing a melody on the piano
Dylan listened to her in amazement, turning his head so he could watch as well. He felt totally captivated by her, and started to feel ideas come to him. Though it wasn't as simple as she had tried to make it sound. He hadn't really been in love before. He was too busy avoiding every girl he ever met. Even when he began to peak an interest in them, he was thrown up on stage in front of millions of girls where they started to scream his name. This was a lot harder than she tried to make it sound. "You honestly have a beautiful voice… and I've sang with Camilla Cabello."
"Thank you" she blushed softly a strand of hair that had fallen loose from her ponytail, falling in her face