Logan quietly listened to Sev play the beginnings of the song, watching his fingers run along through the keys seamlessly. He closed his eyes and listened a bit to the melody and the rhythm before speaking.
“…Okay. So what kind of band are you thinking about, “prodigy”?”
“Oh so now you are interested?” Sev smirked. “I must be good then.” He continued to play, not even looking at Logan. “What kind of band? …Some thing real, Logan. Something that has soul. I don’t care about genre or any of that shit….it doesn’t mater. I just want to make something beautiful.”
He sighed, unsure of how to word this in a way that would make Logan understand. His fingers continued to play Logan’s song as he thought.
“…I want to create something that makes people cry when they hear it, that makes people smile and close their eyes because the music makes them see all the wonderful things this world could offer. I want to make songs that people fall in love to, in love with, and when they hear it, they will sit up in their seat and say, ‘this song, this is my favorite song.’ ….I want a band that can do that.” Sev said quietly.
“…That kind of band, Logan. That kind of band.”