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2 - Hand Reading
5 ReviewsLou gets to find out a bit more about the guys... Though not in the normal way.
“Hi,” I mumbled weakly. “I…I’m Lou.”
I hated Chris for putting me in this situation. I didn’t like meeting new people; they tended to stare and ask questions and get all sympathetic. I didn’t want their sympathy. Fuck, I’ve lived with this all my life – You’d think I’d know how to deal with it.
I glanced over to my left. “Umm, can you stop staring please? It’s kinda rude.”
“How did you-”
“I may be blind, but I can feel when someone’s looking at me,” I interrupted, slightly pissed. These guys were probably all stuck up drama queens who didn’t give a shit about anyone but themselves. I didn’t need this. I turned to Chris. “Take me home, please. I know you meant well, but they’re just gonna be like everyone else…” I whispered.
“Please excuse Brendon. We’ve tried to teach him proper manners, but he never seems to learn.” A voice from in front of me said. I heard footsteps walk towards me, then my left hand was gripped in a handshake by long, skinny fingers with callouses on the tips. Probably the guitarist or bass player, I decided. “I’m Ryan,” the voice continued.
I bit my lip as I returned the handshake. “Let me guess… Guitar or bass?” I asked.
“Guitar,” he answered, slightly puzzled. “Your brother told me you weren’t really a fan, so how did you…”
“Your fingers,” I said. I took my hand out of Chris’s and gently touched Ryan’s, which was still in my grip. I lifted it up slightly. “Here,” I ran my fingers lightly over his own long ones, “guitarists and bass players normally have longish fingers. And then…” I turned it over, so his palm faced upwards. “And then there are these. I think they speak for themselves.” I touched the callouses that were on his fingertips. “And this one here,” I added, motioning to his index finger. “You either write or draw a lot… This is something I normally feel in a lot of people who write or draw.”
“I… I write,” said Ryan, sounding a bit bewildered and dazed. People normally were after I explained the whole ‘hand-reading’ thing to them.
“Whoa…” the voice that had been staring at me said. “You could tell all that from one handshake?”
I turned my head in his direction. “Yeah. It’s a skill of mine.”
“Uhh, I’m Brendon.” He had the grace to sound embarrassed, probably about earlier. “I’m sorry about before… It’s just that I haven’t seen a blind person before…”
I gave a small smile. “It’s okay, I guess I should be used to it.” I could feel Chris relax beside me, and I knew that he thought this was a sign that I would get on well with the guys. I noticed that I had still been holding Ryan’s hand, so I let it go as Brendon spoke again.
“What about me? Could you do the hand thing to me?”
I bit my lip again. “Uhh, sure. I guess. Here,” I held out my hand for him to take. He slipped a warm hand into mine, and I immediately began my assessment.
“You play guitar as well? Though I think you play more instruments than that… This part here tells me that you’re the singer, that you like to hold the microphone when you sing…” I smiled suddenly as my fingers ran over his palm. “And these sticky stains tell me that you like your candy.”
I heard the guys laugh and a new voice from my right said, “She’s got you all figured out, Brendon!” Before I had the chance to look in the direction, the voice hastily added, “Jon, my name’s Jon Walker.”
“Nice to meet you, Jon,” I said, slowly walking towards his voice with my hand outstretched. He must have given it a funny look because Ryan urged him to take it. “Go on, Jon. Let’s see what Lou finds out about you.”
It was the first time that one of them had said my name, and it made me feel a bit more comfortable, like I belonged. I was already slowly warming to them and finding it easy to be around them, but that’s because we had something to talk about. What happens if we run out of things to talk about?
Jon’s broad, strong hand gripped mine, and I wasted no time at all. I shook my head and sighed. “Don’t tell me you all play guitar!” I said, feeling the same callouses on his fingertips that I had on Brendon and Ryan’s hands.
He laughed. “Guilty. But I play bass in the band.” I nodded, continuing to run my fingers deftly over his palm.
“Do you use your phone a lot? Like, texting?”
“Yeah, I have a girlfriend in Chicago,” Jon answered, sounding impressed.
“This is creepy; it’s like she knows all our secrets without us telling her,” Brendon said, and I laughed, turning back around to face him, dropping Jon’s hand in the process.
“Reading hands is not knowing all your secrets,” I told him, shaking my head. “It’s actually really easy to do. It helps you to learn a bit about the person without them telling you.”
“So in other words, knowing all your secrets without saying anything,” came a laughing voice.
“No. I doubt that this hand thing tells you more than what fans already know about you.” I said, furrowing my brow as I tried to remember the last name in my brother’s introductions.
“But Chris said you’re not really a fan, so you wouldn’t have known all this stuff before.”
Ah, a sceptic. I wondered if any of them would have difficulty in processing what I can do. “Well, Mr. Sceptical, why don’t I read your hand and find out all your secrets then?”
Brendon laughed. “She’s got you there, man.”
There was silence. I held out my right hand. “C’mon, I don’t bite you know. All your band mates still have their limbs intact, don’t they?”
The voice chuckled. “I guess I got nothing to lose. Okay then, try me.” He stood up and walked to me like Ryan had, and I knew that he had been sitting on a couch or chair of some sort. The footsteps stopped abruptly and I could hear his breathing as he stood in front of me. He was tall – I could sense it, but then all the other band members had been taller than me – maybe the tallest one in the band. Slowly, he lay one of his hands in the one that I stretched out, and I gently took it in both of mine. My fingers then began to travel across the skin on his palm and fingers in a journey of discovery.
I was silent for a few moments before speaking. “…You’re the drummer?”
He let out a laugh and I could tell he was smiling. “Yeah, but like that was hard to pick; I was the only one left!”
“No, this part here, between your fingers,” I lightly brushed my fingertips over the part I was talking about, “You twirl your drumsticks a lot?”
“All the time!” Ryan said, and I could tell from his voice that he was grinning.
“And these parts here,” I rubbed his index finger, “If I looked at the other hand I’m sure there would be identical marks there.”
“Marks?” he questioned.
“Yeah, where the drumsticks rest and I can tell by the lines here and here,” I pointed to his palm, “that you have your hands closed or clenched around something a lot. Drumsticks.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, “But that still only shows that you know I’m a drummer. What else do they show you?”
I breathed out, focusing again on my fingers in his hand. “You… you’re a caring person, and I can tell that from the way that your skin is soft; if you were and angry person, you’d have hard parts here and here on your palm from clenching your fists or punching things. You don’t get very stressed… Well, if you do, you’re not one of those people who bite your nails… And then…” My voice trailed off, unsure.
“And then?” Jon prompted.
“I don’t know; there’s something here I can’t read. But tell me, was I right?”
There was silence in the room as everyone waited for him to say something. I could hear his quiet breathing; it moved my hair slightly. Letting go of his hand, I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and folded my arms as I waited for his answer.
“Mostly,” he said eventually.
“Oh yeah? What was I wrong about?”
“Stress,” he said laughing. “Believe me, you don’t know stress until you’re in a band with this guy,” he rested his hand on someone’s shoulder, and I knew it was Ryan from the indignant “Hey!” given.
“But,” he added, “This whole ‘hand reading’ thing is kinda interesting, whether you believe in it or not. So why don’t you tell me more about it?”
“It’s not magic; you don’t believe in it,” I scoffed. “It’s just my way of learning something about the person that would be blatantly obvious if I could see.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me more about your ‘way’, then?” he said. “Come on and sit down.” He took my hand and gently directed me to the couch in the room, where he had previously been sitting. He sat down, then pulled me down as well. I cocked my head, focusing my unseeing eyes at the spot where I imagined his head to be.
“You never told me your name,” I said. I could practically feel his grin radiate around the room, and had a fleeting regret that I wished I could see it.
“Spencer,” he said. “Spencer Smith.”
I hope that I've given you something more to work with... I enjoyed writing this chapter; it made me feel like Lou had super powers or something. I don't know if blind people can actually do this, I just made it up. But I think it would be cool to be able to do something like that. Anyway, it might take a while for me to update this story; maybe a week - two weeks because I'll be updating my other story, Please Save Me, aswell. But I'm definately not gonna stop this; I'm really excited about it, and I hope you guys enjoy it too. But if I still haven't given you guys much to go on... Sorry, you're just gonna have to wait until I update it again.
Reviews are much appreciated!!
I hated Chris for putting me in this situation. I didn’t like meeting new people; they tended to stare and ask questions and get all sympathetic. I didn’t want their sympathy. Fuck, I’ve lived with this all my life – You’d think I’d know how to deal with it.
I glanced over to my left. “Umm, can you stop staring please? It’s kinda rude.”
“How did you-”
“I may be blind, but I can feel when someone’s looking at me,” I interrupted, slightly pissed. These guys were probably all stuck up drama queens who didn’t give a shit about anyone but themselves. I didn’t need this. I turned to Chris. “Take me home, please. I know you meant well, but they’re just gonna be like everyone else…” I whispered.
“Please excuse Brendon. We’ve tried to teach him proper manners, but he never seems to learn.” A voice from in front of me said. I heard footsteps walk towards me, then my left hand was gripped in a handshake by long, skinny fingers with callouses on the tips. Probably the guitarist or bass player, I decided. “I’m Ryan,” the voice continued.
I bit my lip as I returned the handshake. “Let me guess… Guitar or bass?” I asked.
“Guitar,” he answered, slightly puzzled. “Your brother told me you weren’t really a fan, so how did you…”
“Your fingers,” I said. I took my hand out of Chris’s and gently touched Ryan’s, which was still in my grip. I lifted it up slightly. “Here,” I ran my fingers lightly over his own long ones, “guitarists and bass players normally have longish fingers. And then…” I turned it over, so his palm faced upwards. “And then there are these. I think they speak for themselves.” I touched the callouses that were on his fingertips. “And this one here,” I added, motioning to his index finger. “You either write or draw a lot… This is something I normally feel in a lot of people who write or draw.”
“I… I write,” said Ryan, sounding a bit bewildered and dazed. People normally were after I explained the whole ‘hand-reading’ thing to them.
“Whoa…” the voice that had been staring at me said. “You could tell all that from one handshake?”
I turned my head in his direction. “Yeah. It’s a skill of mine.”
“Uhh, I’m Brendon.” He had the grace to sound embarrassed, probably about earlier. “I’m sorry about before… It’s just that I haven’t seen a blind person before…”
I gave a small smile. “It’s okay, I guess I should be used to it.” I could feel Chris relax beside me, and I knew that he thought this was a sign that I would get on well with the guys. I noticed that I had still been holding Ryan’s hand, so I let it go as Brendon spoke again.
“What about me? Could you do the hand thing to me?”
I bit my lip again. “Uhh, sure. I guess. Here,” I held out my hand for him to take. He slipped a warm hand into mine, and I immediately began my assessment.
“You play guitar as well? Though I think you play more instruments than that… This part here tells me that you’re the singer, that you like to hold the microphone when you sing…” I smiled suddenly as my fingers ran over his palm. “And these sticky stains tell me that you like your candy.”
I heard the guys laugh and a new voice from my right said, “She’s got you all figured out, Brendon!” Before I had the chance to look in the direction, the voice hastily added, “Jon, my name’s Jon Walker.”
“Nice to meet you, Jon,” I said, slowly walking towards his voice with my hand outstretched. He must have given it a funny look because Ryan urged him to take it. “Go on, Jon. Let’s see what Lou finds out about you.”
It was the first time that one of them had said my name, and it made me feel a bit more comfortable, like I belonged. I was already slowly warming to them and finding it easy to be around them, but that’s because we had something to talk about. What happens if we run out of things to talk about?
Jon’s broad, strong hand gripped mine, and I wasted no time at all. I shook my head and sighed. “Don’t tell me you all play guitar!” I said, feeling the same callouses on his fingertips that I had on Brendon and Ryan’s hands.
He laughed. “Guilty. But I play bass in the band.” I nodded, continuing to run my fingers deftly over his palm.
“Do you use your phone a lot? Like, texting?”
“Yeah, I have a girlfriend in Chicago,” Jon answered, sounding impressed.
“This is creepy; it’s like she knows all our secrets without us telling her,” Brendon said, and I laughed, turning back around to face him, dropping Jon’s hand in the process.
“Reading hands is not knowing all your secrets,” I told him, shaking my head. “It’s actually really easy to do. It helps you to learn a bit about the person without them telling you.”
“So in other words, knowing all your secrets without saying anything,” came a laughing voice.
“No. I doubt that this hand thing tells you more than what fans already know about you.” I said, furrowing my brow as I tried to remember the last name in my brother’s introductions.
“But Chris said you’re not really a fan, so you wouldn’t have known all this stuff before.”
Ah, a sceptic. I wondered if any of them would have difficulty in processing what I can do. “Well, Mr. Sceptical, why don’t I read your hand and find out all your secrets then?”
Brendon laughed. “She’s got you there, man.”
There was silence. I held out my right hand. “C’mon, I don’t bite you know. All your band mates still have their limbs intact, don’t they?”
The voice chuckled. “I guess I got nothing to lose. Okay then, try me.” He stood up and walked to me like Ryan had, and I knew that he had been sitting on a couch or chair of some sort. The footsteps stopped abruptly and I could hear his breathing as he stood in front of me. He was tall – I could sense it, but then all the other band members had been taller than me – maybe the tallest one in the band. Slowly, he lay one of his hands in the one that I stretched out, and I gently took it in both of mine. My fingers then began to travel across the skin on his palm and fingers in a journey of discovery.
I was silent for a few moments before speaking. “…You’re the drummer?”
He let out a laugh and I could tell he was smiling. “Yeah, but like that was hard to pick; I was the only one left!”
“No, this part here, between your fingers,” I lightly brushed my fingertips over the part I was talking about, “You twirl your drumsticks a lot?”
“All the time!” Ryan said, and I could tell from his voice that he was grinning.
“And these parts here,” I rubbed his index finger, “If I looked at the other hand I’m sure there would be identical marks there.”
“Marks?” he questioned.
“Yeah, where the drumsticks rest and I can tell by the lines here and here,” I pointed to his palm, “that you have your hands closed or clenched around something a lot. Drumsticks.”
“Okay,” he said slowly, “But that still only shows that you know I’m a drummer. What else do they show you?”
I breathed out, focusing again on my fingers in his hand. “You… you’re a caring person, and I can tell that from the way that your skin is soft; if you were and angry person, you’d have hard parts here and here on your palm from clenching your fists or punching things. You don’t get very stressed… Well, if you do, you’re not one of those people who bite your nails… And then…” My voice trailed off, unsure.
“And then?” Jon prompted.
“I don’t know; there’s something here I can’t read. But tell me, was I right?”
There was silence in the room as everyone waited for him to say something. I could hear his quiet breathing; it moved my hair slightly. Letting go of his hand, I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear and folded my arms as I waited for his answer.
“Mostly,” he said eventually.
“Oh yeah? What was I wrong about?”
“Stress,” he said laughing. “Believe me, you don’t know stress until you’re in a band with this guy,” he rested his hand on someone’s shoulder, and I knew it was Ryan from the indignant “Hey!” given.
“But,” he added, “This whole ‘hand reading’ thing is kinda interesting, whether you believe in it or not. So why don’t you tell me more about it?”
“It’s not magic; you don’t believe in it,” I scoffed. “It’s just my way of learning something about the person that would be blatantly obvious if I could see.”
“Well, why don’t you tell me more about your ‘way’, then?” he said. “Come on and sit down.” He took my hand and gently directed me to the couch in the room, where he had previously been sitting. He sat down, then pulled me down as well. I cocked my head, focusing my unseeing eyes at the spot where I imagined his head to be.
“You never told me your name,” I said. I could practically feel his grin radiate around the room, and had a fleeting regret that I wished I could see it.
“Spencer,” he said. “Spencer Smith.”
I hope that I've given you something more to work with... I enjoyed writing this chapter; it made me feel like Lou had super powers or something. I don't know if blind people can actually do this, I just made it up. But I think it would be cool to be able to do something like that. Anyway, it might take a while for me to update this story; maybe a week - two weeks because I'll be updating my other story, Please Save Me, aswell. But I'm definately not gonna stop this; I'm really excited about it, and I hope you guys enjoy it too. But if I still haven't given you guys much to go on... Sorry, you're just gonna have to wait until I update it again.
Reviews are much appreciated!!
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