Chapter 19 Late Night Club

• MELISSA'S POV
• I woke the next morning when my door bell ripped me from my slumber. I was still on the couch and didn't remember falling asleep here last night, still in my clothes from the day before. My music sheets were scattered on the coffee table, and my guitar was still leaning against the end of the couch.
• The doorbell rang again, clearing my mind as I quickly fumbled with the music sheets and shoved them under the couch cushion before I tucked my guitar behind the couch.