The ride is surrounded by a wooden fence, so all you see from the outside is it's mechanical arms going up and down. My friend and I climb on, laughing as we ride it. It's not a rough ride, more like a babyish one. It doesn't matter to us, we said we'd ride everything at this fair and we meant it. The ride stops, and everyone starts filing out the exit door. I hear my name being called, and turn around, surprised at who I see.
His name, believe it or not, is Recto. I don't know if that was the name his mother gave him, but that was the name almost everyone knew him by. He comes up to me with his two friends, still dressed in what he had worn on stage. He grins, grabbing my hand and shaking it. He talks fast, as though he's had 20 cups of coffee, "Oh my god! How are you?" He's obviously still hyped up from his band's performance from earlier.
I smile, turning and glancing at my friend, who is completely baffled. Recto grins, running a hand through his short, dyed black hair. Suddenly, he turns shy, looking down at the ground, then back at me. He glances at my friend. Then he nods towards some benches, "I wrote a new song. I'd like you to hear it before anyone else does."
"Huh?" I am at loss for words. Recto and I have hardly spoken before, and him asking me to hear his new song catches me off guard. But I agree, and walk to the benches with him, sitting beside him as he pulls his guitar from where it had been strapped to his back.
The song he plays is quick, but I close my eyes as it plays, actually listening, paying attention and loving the sound. Music means just about everything to me, and his song really makes me smile. He doesn't sing any words, but I feel like I can hear them.
I open my eyes then and grin at him, "That was great, Recto! You really have some talent."
He flushes slightly, "Thanks. Hey, listen, can I have your cell number?"
"Uh," I hesitate, then nod, "Ok. Sure, why not." I give it to him, then slowly stand up. He stands with me, putting his guitar back into it's cloth case and slinging it over his back. We walk back to out friends, where they stood waiting and watching. He walks close to me, not talking, but I can see the smile on his face. I can feel the smile on mine.