distance
Chapter 1
Ashley

"Mom, I got it." I said, hauling my guitar on my back. 
"Okay, sweety. I'm just nervous for you. You know how I get." Her mom said and kissed her head. "Okay, good luck!" 
"Thanks." I walked out to my car and put my guitar in the back seat. I got in the front and drove off.
In no more than 20 minutes, I parked my car in front of the cafe.
"I'm here," I called to the stage crew. 
"It's about time! Janice has had to stall until you got there; people expected live music and you're supposed to bring it! Hurry and warm up," Richy said in a rushed voice.
"I'm already warmed up." I lied and rushed to get my guitar out of the bag. 
"Okay then get out there!" Richy whisper-yelled.
I hurried and then turned back when I realized she forgot my guitar pick. 
"Forgot this," I said and laughed nervously.
"GO!" Richy said.
I ran out again and finally came on stage.
"Okay, here she is!" Janice said to the crowd of people for the party. "Ashley Hall!" She turned to me and whispered, "Where the hell have you been?!"
I ignored her and adjusted the microphone to my height on the stool. "Hey everyone, I'm going to sing a song I've been practicing called 'The A Team' by Ed Sheeran.'" 
"And I'll be joining her," said a guy walking out onto the stage of the restaurant. 
I looked at Richy and he gave her a thumbs-up. Richy never told me that someone was going to be singing with me. I expected it to be a gig for me and only me. 
"My name is Ryan Jones." He said into his microhpone. He looked at me as a cue to start playing my guitar.
I started and began to sing the beginning and Ryan gradually joined in. I liked the way his voice sounded, but I expected to be by myself and he was doing runs that I wasn't prepared for.
By the end of the song, everyone stood up and clapped. We both bowed and I stormed off of the stage.
"What the hell just happened?!" I yelled at Richy once I was off stage. 
"Sorry, forgot to tell you!" 
"Yeah, and I totally just screwed up that song by trying to match his runs! Thanks for that." I took my guitar and shoved it into my bag and dropped the pick in the side pocket. 
"Where are you going?" Richy asked me. 
"Home. He can finish the night off with his singing."
"You guys sounded great!" Janice said to me when she walked up. 
"Thank you," Ryan said and came up to us. He slung his arm around me and I shrugged it off. "Hey, what's the matter? We sounded amazing." He looked at me with my guitar bag on my shoulder and said, "Where are you going?" 
"Home. It was supposed to be my song and my preformance but you screwed me up with all of your runs and different notes." I turned around and got to the door before someone grabbed my arm. 
"Hey, I really didn't mean to make you upset. I thought they told you that I was coming here." Ryan said and I found myself getting lost in his eyes. I looked away feeling ashamed of getting so mad. 
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to do a good job. You sounded amazing."
"So did you, that's the part that I'm confused about." He said. "We sounded great together but you're so upset." He looked confused when I looked back at him.
"I'm sorry." I said and looked down. 
"Alright, let's start over then. I don't think I properly introduced myself." He said and held out his hand. He flashed a smile that almost took my breath away and said, "I'm Ryan."


*i lost my touch to these stories, this one sucks. 
maybe it'll get better :) 
but favorite it if you like it? :) 
thank you!
p.s. sorry I took so long to update it, it's been a super busy couple of days