Girl, just say the word,
And I’ll rewrite every line you’ve heard.
What do you think?
PS – this study hall is sooooo lame. Mr. Herman is snoring.
J
LOL! He always falls asleep.
Your third line is missing a syllable so you need to make it longer somehow to fit.
I wonder if we could put these together.
Okay. Got it. How’s this:
Your fingers strum in the summer breeze,
I wonder if you ever think of me.
Harmony’s easy, and we’re out of tune,
But, I’d play forever if it’s next to you.
If the world says no, then let ‘em talk,
We’ll find our song in the quiet spots.
StrawberryGirl, just say the word,
And I’ll rewrite every line you’ve heard.
Just a few little tweaks. I think the chord progression we worked on the other day might fit. Want to try it tomorrow? Cara has a soccer game.
Are you going to Alex’s party?
J
I don’t know… those parties aren’t really my scene. Everyone gets so drunk, and we’re always in a field in the middle of nowhere. I have to squat in the woods to pee. I’m on the fence, but your sister will probably make me go with her and Liam. Plus Memorial Day Weekend? I don’t know.
Come on – it’s the first party of the summer. You have to celebrate. And I’ll be there.
Probably the only thing I’m excited about.
I make you feel excited? Oooh la la.
You make me feel safe. I’ll think about it.
6
JOSH
NOW
Before Melanie has even left for work, I am perched on her couch, trying to write. I came here looking for inspiration, and being with Melanie has been so nice. But every time I think about writing, painful memories are all I see. Memories that I haven’t had to face until now. I’m worried that coming back here was a mistake. Not that I regret seeing Mel again, but being here is forcing me to face my demons, and I wasn’t prepared for that.
After an hour of strumming a chord progression that sounds an awful lot like “Country Roads,” I lean my guitar against the chair and pace the apartment. While nice, it’s largely devoid of personal things that might tell me who Melanie is today. I don’t dare open the door to her room. I know that would be an invasion of privacy. If only I could channel some of the creativity she and I once shared together.
