The Ghost In My Bedroom - By Heather Jones Page 0,19
it hard to take my eyes off Jon. He was relaxed and totally in synch with the rest of the guys now, they all played off each other and were quite literally rocking the house. They kept it up for a while, until Jon called it quits, as he had to get to work.
He walked me back to my house and asked about what I thought of the band.
"You guys aren't bad, I was kind of shocked to see you like that. It was pretty hot."
"Hot huh?" he smirked and looked at me slyly.
I looked him over with his guitar slung over his back as we walked. "Mmm-hmm."
We got to my house and he asked if I would mind holding onto his guitar because he didn't want to take it to work.
"I don't mind. Do you mind if I mess around with it?"
"Nope, go right ahead." He reached out to give me a hug and a nice long kiss. He pulled his guitar strap up and over his head and handed it to me. "Have fun."
"You'll have to teach me something later."
"Are you working tomorrow?"
"No, I have a day off actually. How about you?"
"I have a day off too. Would you like to do something?"
"Yes please."
"I'll call you when I get home okay?"
"Okay."
He gave me a quick kiss again and headed off. I took the guitar and went up to my room. Ryan noticed immediately as I put it down and curiously asked, "Where did you get that?"
"I'm just holding it a day for a friend of mine."
It seemed as if his mouth was watering as I opened the case. Ryan ogled the guitar as I put it on and adjusted the strap. It was an electric guitar, I didn't have an amp, and so anything I played sounded like crap. I tried picking out a tune or melody but everything just sounded off.
"Can I see it?"
"Can you play it?"
"I could when I was alive." He reached out his hands beckoning me to hand it over.
"Here." I pulled it over my head and handed it to him. Only he couldn't get a handle on it.
"I guess it's a little too big for me to hold," he frowned. "I have an idea, put it back on."
"Okay..." I pulled it on over my head again and Ryan came up to me around my back. My heart fluttered as his arms reached around me and his head peaked over my shoulder.
"So just hold on to it..." he wrapped his fingers around the neck and said "Now you strum." I obeyed and he hrfmed. "That's not even close to how it should sound. Here put your fingers up here, and this one here..." he helped me to get my fingers in position and said, "Okay try that."
I strummed and it actually didn't sound horrible.
"So that was almost a G chord. Not bad." He was still behind me with his arms around me and I could feel the air around me growing colder. He nudged at my fingers, which tingled my nerves. It was unsettling and thrilling at once just to be this close to him. He ordered me to strum again. "Much better."
I strummed a few times, trying to make it sound like a song, but not much you can do with one chord. "Show me something else?"
"Yeah okay, why don't we try a D chord? So move this finger here," he tap-tap-tapped at my fingertips. "This one here, and here..." My fingers were starting to go numb from him touching me. "Okay now try that."
I strummed and it didn't sound as good as the other one but he seemed satisfied. "Alright, so you've learned 2 chords, not bad for a days work. Now you should try to practice those until you can pick it up and just play a chord without even thinking about it."
"Yeah, practice." I tried to put my fingers back to the G chord and forgot the fingering already. "How was the G again?"
"You're hopeless." He was starting to tap my fingers into position again when I couldn't take the cold anymore.
I stood up to get away from him and said, "I think I need to stop now before I get hypothermia."
"Huh?"
"You being that close to me, touching my hands and all, it's just very cold."
"Oh, sorry."
"How is it you are even able to touch my hands like that?" I wondered aloud.
He looked a little embarrassed as he answered, "I have to borrow your energy."