"So how exactly do you play this chord?" I asked her. She looked up at me, putting the full force of her gorgeous blue eyes on me. Dammit, I'm starring again.

In order to distract myself I adverted my eyes to my acoustic sitting beside me on my couch. It was slightly scratched up due to it being bought from a yard sale not more than three weeks ago when I actually found out Bowie gave lessons. This was our fourth lesson together.

She had an unusual name that was for sure. I didn't even know if that was her real name or not seeing as though I barely knew her.

I met her through my dad, he worked with her mom at the main headquarters for Sansa—the MP3 player company. I had seen Bowie from afar and asked my dad about her, apparently he was a good friend with her mom. That's when he mentioned she gave guitar lessons.

"Is Bowie your real name?" I blurted, unable to control the flow of words. She made me retarded, that way.

She gave a little laugh, her voice light, and responded, "No, it's a nickname."

"Then what's your real name?"

"Liza Jane, after the David Bowie song." She explained while reaching over my lap to grab my guitar…I think I almost passed out.

She began playing a funky sort of song singing along softly in her angel voice. I'd never heard it before, never having like that sort of music. I'd never even heard of David Bowie.

"Who's David Bowie?" I asked her when she was finished.

She looked at me like I was a moron, making me immediately hating myself for asking such a stupid question…I should've just Cha-Cha'd it. "Be still my beating heart." Bowie sighed dramatically yet incredulously.

"Only one of the greatest musicians of all time. Completely strange and demented but everything the man creates is pure beauty. It's like he's Shakespeare and each of his songs is a play. They're more than just songs, they're promises…beautiful promises." Her hands moved in a graceful sway in front of her as if making hand gestures would get her point across better.

"Oh." I replied, unable to conjure up a response worth more than one syllable.

"More than just 'Oh', Alexander, it's magically really. Every song I listen to I fall in love with a little bit…although a few gain more love than others sometimes. I just have so much love to give." Her eyes were so intense that I couldn't look away, I felt like she was from a completely different time as me and it was sad really, that she was so much better than I was. Before I'd thought she was just a beautiful stranger, but now I could honestly see myself falling for this girl.

But could she fall for me? I've just got so much love to give.

I'd like to think that she could.