Maybe that was because I was tapping my foot.
“That could be an awesome song.”
“You think?”
“Yeah.”
Wolf got up and turned on a big black piece of equipment that looked like an old-fashioned stereo. “If you think it’s got merit, I want to record it.” After plugging a cable into his guitar, he inserted in a slot on the machine before handing me a mike that he also plugged into it. “If you get the urge to sing, that’ll record your voice separately.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t think I’d be inspired, but I had my phone with me in case I wanted to look over any ideas I had. For now, though, I simply wanted to bask in the sounds Wolf was creating.
He started over, playing the initial tune that had caught my ear and began creating what might become a solo. I just nodded, smiling, loving what he was playing.
When he began composing a riff that sounded like it could be a verse, my brain decided to surprise me.
Oh, I had words. I had lots of words. And they were ready to spill out unprompted.
I started first by humming a melody.
And then the verses, silly as they were, just came flowing out.
I think I love you.
The way you care,
The way you share.
You can’t hide from me
Because I see
The real you.
I think I love you.
That knowing smile.
I drew a blank,but Wolf kept playing. Why’d I just blurt all that shit out? It was barely hidden in a song.
Stupid.
But I was inspired then to try something else, and the tune could warrant any number of different themes. I was glad Wolf was recording it in case I decided there was something usable.
So I started singing again.
It’s over now.
But we gave it a good try.
It’s over now.
And it’s time for us to fly.
You needto find out who you are
And I need to see who I am
Without you.
