Those Eyes
Chapter Six
The Song for this chapter is Lightweight by Demi Lovato.
A few weeks had passed and I was in LA working on the album with Nina.
“No, I think it should be slightly faster. All of the songs so far have been at a slower tempo; I think Mistake and In Real Life would sound better with a faster beat.” She spoke with happiness sparkling in her eyes.
“Your wish is my command.” Travis, the man in charge of mixing the music together, told her.
I smiled at her from across the room. She was in the recording booth, recording each song over again because she was a perfectionist and found something wrong with every song that she had recorded in London.
“In real life I’m waking up alone, it’s one more night you didn’t make it home. And one more time you won’t pick up the phone…”
She finished the song and we listened to the play back.
“Amazing. Truly amazing.” I said with a huge smile plastered across my face.
“Thanks.” She retuned my gigantic smile. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my side.
“People aren’t going to know what hit them.” I said, placing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Come on Nina, we have one more song to record.” Travis said, slightly annoyed that Nina had taken a break to listen to the play back.
“I thought she finished all the songs.” I questioned, dropping my arm from her shoulder.
“I wrote another one. I want to add it to this album.” She explained, a shy smile playing on her lips.
She made her way back into the booth and Travis started the music. Instead of closing her eyes like she normally does when she sings, her eyes locked on my own.
“The slightest words you’ve said, have all gone to my head. I hear angels sing in your voice. When you pull me close, feelings I’ve never known. They mean everything, leave me no choice. Light on my heart; light on my feet. Light in your eyes; I can’t even speak. Do you even know how you make me weak? I’m a lightweight, better be careful what you say. With every word I’m blown away. You’re in control of my heart. I’m a lightweight, easy to fall, easy to break. With every move my whole world shakes. Keep me from falling apart…”
She continued singing; not breaking eye contact once. This song was about me, everything that I felt for her, she felt back. She was enthralled with every word that left my mouth, just as I was with her. Ever since the day at the recording studio in London a few weeks ago she had opened up to me about what each song meant to her. She didn’t come from the picture perfect upbringing that people imagined her to come from. She had skeletons in her closet that could rival even the oldest cemetery. She suffered from abuse from her father, neglect from her mother, eating disorders because she listen to what everyone else said about her and self-harm because she truly believed it was the only way out. Angela wasn’t her publicist; she was her life coach; someone to help her get her life back on track.
“Keep me from falling apart; keep me from falling apart oh. Falling apart.” She finished the song, her eyes still glued to mine.
“Wonderful.” Travis clapped, but I’m sure he was just happy that he could finally get out of here.
A few weeks had passed and I was in LA working on the album with Nina.
“No, I think it should be slightly faster. All of the songs so far have been at a slower tempo; I think Mistake and In Real Life would sound better with a faster beat.” She spoke with happiness sparkling in her eyes.
“Your wish is my command.” Travis, the man in charge of mixing the music together, told her.
I smiled at her from across the room. She was in the recording booth, recording each song over again because she was a perfectionist and found something wrong with every song that she had recorded in London.
“In real life I’m waking up alone, it’s one more night you didn’t make it home. And one more time you won’t pick up the phone…”
She finished the song and we listened to the play back.
“Amazing. Truly amazing.” I said with a huge smile plastered across my face.
“Thanks.” She retuned my gigantic smile. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her into my side.
“People aren’t going to know what hit them.” I said, placing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Come on Nina, we have one more song to record.” Travis said, slightly annoyed that Nina had taken a break to listen to the play back.
“I thought she finished all the songs.” I questioned, dropping my arm from her shoulder.
“I wrote another one. I want to add it to this album.” She explained, a shy smile playing on her lips.
She made her way back into the booth and Travis started the music. Instead of closing her eyes like she normally does when she sings, her eyes locked on my own.
“The slightest words you’ve said, have all gone to my head. I hear angels sing in your voice. When you pull me close, feelings I’ve never known. They mean everything, leave me no choice. Light on my heart; light on my feet. Light in your eyes; I can’t even speak. Do you even know how you make me weak? I’m a lightweight, better be careful what you say. With every word I’m blown away. You’re in control of my heart. I’m a lightweight, easy to fall, easy to break. With every move my whole world shakes. Keep me from falling apart…”
She continued singing; not breaking eye contact once. This song was about me, everything that I felt for her, she felt back. She was enthralled with every word that left my mouth, just as I was with her. Ever since the day at the recording studio in London a few weeks ago she had opened up to me about what each song meant to her. She didn’t come from the picture perfect upbringing that people imagined her to come from. She had skeletons in her closet that could rival even the oldest cemetery. She suffered from abuse from her father, neglect from her mother, eating disorders because she listen to what everyone else said about her and self-harm because she truly believed it was the only way out. Angela wasn’t her publicist; she was her life coach; someone to help her get her life back on track.
“Keep me from falling apart; keep me from falling apart oh. Falling apart.” She finished the song, her eyes still glued to mine.
“Wonderful.” Travis clapped, but I’m sure he was just happy that he could finally get out of here.
Notes
Chapter Six! Let me know what you thought!Please rate and subscribe!
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-L
You don't have any idea how much your feedback means to me. :) Thank you so much. It makes me happy to see that this story will stay with you. I could have been more descriptive, but I thought that it would take away from the rawness of the story. And I also wanted the readers imagination to flow with my own.
It's perfectly fine that you listened to Skyskraper, I', just happy that you listened to music at all, since it is a big part of the story.
11/12/13