[ WP ] When a child is born , he is born with tattoos that will tell the story of his life . He spends years trying to decipher them , but - as it is with everyone - he is unable to . As life goes on , however , situations surface and he begins to understand his tattoos .

She danced, the neon glow from the stage lighting her dark red hair, the short curls bouncing and bouncing. Pieces of confetti stuck to her body, adding even more color to her tattoos. 
 
 
 She had three of them, a tiny owl feather on her ring finger, a drum set on her bicep, and the name `` Kyle'' on her collarbone. 
 
 
 It was pretty obvious that `` Kyle'' could be her soul mate, but after twenty two years, she still could n't quite figure out the other two. 
 
 
 She was horrid at the drums, so bad that her family had to force her to stop practicing, much to her sadness. 
 
 
 She had n't gotten her Hogwarts letter at age eleven, so there went that theory. She also never saw any owls in Jacksonville, so it was n't like an owl was a common thing to see everyday anyways. 
 
 
 As she bumped and bumped against the crowd, her head began to spin. Running out, she rushed to the nearest trash bin, nearly plowing down a guy seemingly in the same situation. 
 
 
 As she threw up, the guy she had almost knocked over brushed her hair back. 
 
 
 `` Place is getting wild, is n't it? It's been like this since the band left.'' He made small talk as she finished, nodding in agreement. 
 
 
 `` That was embarrassing. I'm sorry about-'' 
 
 
 `` Almost running me over?'' He grinned. 
 
 
 `` No, throwing up in front of you. Well, and the almost knocking you over part, I guess.'' She blushed. Her eyes met his light brown ones, and she smiled. 
 
 
 He was tall, with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes to match, slightly pale skin glowing in the darkness. Out of his front pocket stuck out a pair of well-work drumsticks, and her heart raced as she saw them. 
 
 
 `` You play drums?'' She asked, slightly excited. 
 
 
 He tilted his head and laughed. `` Yeah, I'm pretty good. Played a couple places.'' He seemingly joked. 
 
 
 Not getting it, she continued. `` Where?'' She asked. 
 
 
 `` Well, just about thirty minutes ago, here.'' He pointed to the empty stage. She had n't even noticed that most of the crowd was gone now. 
 
 
 `` Oh- I'm- I- did n't recognize you.'' She stuttered, but her heart sank. The drummer for the bands name was James. Not Kyle. 
 
 
 His eyes got wide. `` I did n't mean to insult you! I was just surprised. I was wondering why you were so chill. But that just seems to be your personality.'' He winked. 
 
 
 She playfully knocked his shoulder. `` Hey, not all of us are starstruck. Some have better 
 things to think about.'' 
 
 
 He laughed. `` So, Red, do you want to have a little fun tonight?'' She glared at him, about to stomp off when he grabbed her shoulder. 
 
 
 `` No! Not that kind of fun. The fun that involves ditching my bodyguards and sneaking around the place.'' 
 
 
 Grinning back at him, she nodded. `` Red?'' She asked. 
 
 
 `` It's your covert name. Mine will be Gray Owl.'' 
 
 
 They spent the next hours late into the next day running through sprinklers, dancing and throwing pebbles at people from trees. 
 
 
 Laughing like she never had before, her heart was still small. James was perfect, all but he just did n't have the right name. As they laid, watching the sunrise, they began to ask each other questions. 
 
 
 `` My favorite color is red. What's yours?'' 
 
 
 `` Purple. Why'd you learn to play drums?'' 
 
 
 `` Ca n't sing; still liked music. Banging on drums was better than banging on the table, my ma always said. What do you want to do with your life?'' 
 
 
 `` Become a journalist and travel the world, not just the cities, but the small towns. So much beauty that everyone misses. What's your biggest secret?'' 
 
 
 `` I once killed a man-'' she hit his side as he laughed. 
 
 
 `` Okay, my manager would kill me for this- my middle name is James. James just sounded cooler.'' Her heart raced. 
 
 
 Before she could ask a question, an owl flew over head, a feather slowly falling into her chest. It was practically storybook written, but in a world where people were born with tattoos, it meant something. 
 
 
 Every color mixed into one as she sat up. He sat up also, eyes wide. 
 
 
 `` Do you want to know my real name, Alex?'' He asked, quietly. He grinned as his eyes got teary. She smiled like she never had before. 
 
 
 `` I think I know, Kyle.'' Suddenly, every confusion she ever had faded away. Everything was just right.
