NovelEnglishCarlos shook his head and said modestly, “It’s been a really long tsince I wrote any composition or lyrics. I’m afraid I can’t give you any valuable advice. If you do need help, I can find you a good teacher to guide and inspire you.”
“A teacher? I don’t need a teacher. I need you!’ Debbie thought, pouting.
“Never mind that. Just listen toread it. Okay?”
Seeing the expectant look in her eyes, Carlos didn’t have the heart to refuse her. He nodded, “Okay.”
Debbie’s smile widened and she straightened up in her chair. After clearing her throat, she began to read, “This summer breeze blows away the scorching heat. I feel it caressinggently, like a kiss from you in the cheek.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMy dear, seasons cand seasons go, but my love for you only grows.
Oh, you are my whole, forever.
Oh, the summer breeze brings you to me. How can I show you my love? I miss you.
So much, for so Long.
Carlos Listened to her read slowly. He was uncontrollably drawn to the sincerity on her face, the shyness in her eyes, and the sentiment in her voice. Magically, all her words combined together, forming a romantic, beautiful picture in his mind. He couldn’t wait to hear this song with the music. He was sure that it would be a soothing melody.
Two minutes later, Debbie finished reading the lines and blinked her eyes at him.
“What do you think? Is it any good?”
Carlos nodded, “Quite good.”
Debbie’s eyes lit up.
“That is the biggest compliment I have ever received!”
He smiled warmly.
“Go on. Finish it.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Yes, Carlos!” Debbie put the paper back on the table, grabbed her pen and continued to write the lyrics.
Telapsed quickly. Carlos kept himself busy with his work for the next few hours. Occasionally, he would answer a business call.
But Debbie had already reached her limits after sitting in the study for hours together without doing anything else. So while Carlos was on another call, she took the chance to slip out of her study and walked into the kitchen to make sfruit tea.
Piggy loved fruit tea. With a little honey and a few ice cubes, it was the best drink to have on a hot summer day.
Debbie poured the drink into two glasses, added a few ice cubes and put a colorful straw in each.
Carlos was done with his call and was writing snotes on his office papers. When he saw her, he asked, “Finished the lyrics?”
“Not yet. I made sfruit tea. Want to try it?” Debbie asked as she put the two glasses on the table. The liquid was colorful, reminding him of summer.
Carlos put down his pen and took the glass from her. He raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, “You made it?”
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