"I thought we were working this out? Why now?" I asked confused but not entirely surprised. For months I had been trying to do my part in mending the relationship, but he didn't care enough or he was done before we agreed to try...
"It's not the same... you are living my dream now Emma... you're playing shows and writing music that is getting traction enough to do the shows... you're living my dream..." I could hear the pain in his voice... I always knew of his dream... but when we had our daughter, things changed.He would still go play shows but local. And record music but it felt like it was a never ending cycle of nothing ever happening for him... he loves music with his entire soul. I, only once, happened to get to sing for one of my favorite artists and got asked to do a few songs. Never did I imagine they would get anywhere. That's just how the industry seemed to work. But I guess I was different some how. The song was about a lost love. Finding them after years but you also love another. And the first time I performed it was 3 hours ago. It was so exhilarating. Giving my all for something I truly loved making. And I didn't realize how badly I had hurt him. I am living his dream...
We hang up and I sit thinking, looking up at the ceiling. A soft knock at my hotel door breaks my trance and I get up and open it to see Bryson. And even with how little we had been around each other because of living in separate countries, it's like he knew something had happened. He was visibly excited about the performance. But I was slowly breaking...
I didn't say a word but let him in. He closed the door behind him and watched me walk to my bed and lay down starring at the ceiling again. He sits on the other side of the bed and quietly asks what happened. And that's when I broke down. I told him everything. He carefully pulls me to him and let's me cry into his chest. He starts humming songs trying to help me calm and rubs my back. I truly thought we could have worked it all out. But I was naive.....
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RandomThese are completely random little stories that just come and stay till I write them out. Mostly just interactions and conversational pieces between characters. Some inspired by actual people .