The time Luke handed Julie a little piece of his soul [1/2]
He whips out a carefully folded piece of paper from his pocket, holding it up between them with a smile.
“Thought you’d say that,” he says triumphantly.
He pulls the well worn piece of paper to his chest as he momentarily ducks his head down to look at the song in his hands, swallowing down his nerves before looking back up at Julie.
“It’s called Bright. It’s a Sunset Curve song I wrote that we never got to record but,” he unfolds the last of his worries away as he flattens out the song on the kitchen counter, baring a little piece of his soul to her. "It’s perfect for your range.”
He knows his worries were all for naught when she follows his instructions, effortlessly hitting the higher notes as their voices blend together as smoothly as an artist’s brushstroke.
She was going to slay his song, just like he thought she would.
Julie looks down at the song in her hands before tilting her head up towards him, sending him a sweet shy smile, her eyes shining with what he could only describe as understanding and gratitude. She knew how significant this moment to him. To both of them.
“Thanks,” she says, with a little nod of the head.
Bright was in good hands.
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