“Sing for me, baby.” He said, “Please, I wrote this song for you to sing to, please just sing to it.”

I stood there and gave him a blank stare. He knew that I didn’t want to, but I promised him about a month ago when he asked.

(Earlier that year)
I was singing to the music we were listening to while I was driving him home from school. He looked at me and said, “You are a good singer.”
I thanked him, but then I was a little embarrassed that he was paying attention to my singing.
He said, “You know I need someone to sing to a couple of my songs, and I would like it if you sang to my songs.”
I was shocked, I wasn’t good at singing. (I was in choir but that didn’t mean anything) but I still said, “That would be fun.” I giggled a bit.
He said, “Really? You would do that?”
I said, “Maybe, I don’t really know. We will see though.” I smiled at him.
He looked at me and asked, “If I wrote you a song, would you sing to it?”
I waited a minute, looking at the road ahead of me, thinking about what I should do. I said, “Why not?” I smiled and laughed, then added, “It would be fun.”
“Are you sure?” He said, surprised.
“Yes, I’ll do it.” I said with slight confidence.
He was surprised and said that he would start writing it that day, and he did.
When we got to his house, we picked out sounds and patterns that I liked and would like in my song. I had to go home but he continued to work on my song for a long time.

(Continuing from the beginning)
I figured I would try, because he worked so hard for this. I didn’t have words to sing. He said that we could work on lyrics, and we tried but got nothing. I said I would write that night and sing the next day. Then I didn’t.
He was frustrated that I was unprepared for something I said I would be ready for. I didn’t blame him. I knew I should’ve been ready.
This went on for about a week. He eventually stopped asking me to sing for him. I really wanted to though, I just felt stupid whenever I tried and messed up.

Now I look back and wish I would’ve just tried harder.