#132 - For anonymous x2
Filling the prompts “the reader busking in a town and she sings catb songs and she’s really good and Van sees her and think she’s really good at singing and playing guitar and he joins her. Then he starts to fall for her and they always sing on the street together and he takes her touring with her and brings her on stage to sing with him sometimes” and “a fic where the reader is opening up for catfish and over time grows a relationship with van cuz they’re like touring together n stuff??”
You don’t remember how the CD found its way into the rest, but you owned a demo of some band called Catfish and the Bottlemen. One Sunday afternoon, alone in the house and all out of inspiration, you found it between One Hot Minute and Black Market Music. You held it up and read the unevenly cut piece of paper. It didn’t say much. You put the disk in the player and laid back on the floorboards.
The music was badly recorded but it was full of heart. The lyrics were catchy and you liked how unpretentious they were. Melodies of potential, and rises and falls that begged to be heard live. You started to listen to it daily, and after teaching yourself the chords to a couple of the songs you began to incorporate them into your busking.
It wasn’t those songs that caught the attention of a boy in ripped up jeans and a dirty leather jacket; it was your cover of Crazy Love. He was walking through the park and recognised the notes. You didn’t see him approach, but smiled when he stood in front of you. A few people walked past, dropping loose change and notes into your guitar case. You nodded at each of them as you sung. The boy, though, stood motionless apart from his hand lifting a cigarette to his lips every now and then. When the song was over, he clapped.