The next few weeks i went through what could only be described as training. True to their word they trained me up as a little star. Mark showed me how a studio and production worked while helping me remember how to play the guitar, Glen helped me with loads of drum technique, his lessons where always fun and Danny also taught me the piano while showing me how to write songs. I shared everything with Danny. He said that is the best way to write - to be open. I didn't go back to school. I don't even think that anyone noticed.
It was time to go on tour soo. Since I hadn't finished any songs yet Dan and i had chosen a list of songs that i could sing from other artists. He even wrote me one to song. Danny was soo sweet. He quickly became my favourite out of the three and i ended up spending more and more time with him. Who would have thought that such a stunning guy could be so deep and thoughtful. I mean usually they are pea-brained half wits but not Danny. He has such a way with words and phrases. I wish that he had been a teacher at my old school because then maybe i would have learned something. He could have actually taught me some music or made english come alive...
"Heather?" It was Glen, poor Glen was trying to teach me drums but i was somewhere else. We were trying to figure out a drum part for a song that i had written with the guidance of Danny of course but i hadn't actually shown him it. It was a surprise. Danny had helped me soo much. He was soo sweet. He quickly became... Oops sorry. Glen. Song - Danny...- No. Glen. Drums.
"Heather??" Glen said again shaking me
"Sorry i was just thinking..." I began
"Ye whatever, just focus." He told me
"But it is difficult..." I complained
"To play the drums?" He teased
"No! To not think about what i am thinking about!!" I corrected and just as show i demonstrated with getting back to playing. Damn this was Glen's plan! Well it worked. We spent the next hour or so getting down beats until we had cracked it. We had finished the song! I was so happy i had finished my song!! Yey! I ran through to the studio where Mark explained me through burning the song onto a disk while i was hopping from one foot to the other and not listening.
Mark held out the disk while still saying something but i didn't listen i just grabbed the disk and ran out if the studio. I wanted to show Dan. He had to hear. I wanted him to be the first. I knew where he would be.
I when i arrived at the cafe i peered through the window to check that he was here. He was. This was our cafe. Since the day that he had found me i had some how found it easy to open up to Dan. It was strange because i found it very difficult to trust in people. Glen and Mark had had to earn my trust but Dan somehow, from the day that i heard his song seemed to have it. We went to here to discus stuff for songs because he understood that there were some things that i didnt want to share with Mark and Glen. They are my friends and all but i'm just very private.
I went in and joined Dan to find a coffee already waiting for me, just the way i like it. I raised an eyebrow at Danny but he just tapped his nose with a wry smile.
"Danny! I..." I began bursting to tell him about my song but he put his fingure to his lips and said,
"Calm down, and drink your coffee first i just paid for it. If it were up to you it would be left here to get cold while we go to mine to listen to that and you and i both know that you expecially know the value of food and how it shouldn't be wasted."
"But!..." I began again but he silenced me by putting a fingure on my lips this time and pushed my coffee towards me.
I drank my coffee.
I was unsure what Danny was up to i tried to talk again several times but i was silenced by his gaze. He examined me as if trying to fathom the meaning of my existance from looking at me.
I finished my coffee.
It was as if a burden had been lifted. I felt as if i could talk again. Danny had silently given me permission to talk.
"Daniel." I said. Daniel? I though. What was i thinking? Why did i call him Daniel?? Oh there is no way that he could have fathomed my existance because even i dont have a clue and i have been looking at my reflection my whole life, with more critisism than truely healthy might i add too, so if i didnt know there is no way that he could.
"Yes?" He answered bringing me back into the present.
"Why did you make me drink my coffee first?" I asked
"Because you where too excited to be propperly excited." He cuckled and i looked at him quizically, "you see," he said, "You were ever so excited when you came in, so much so that when you would have reached mine it would have fizzed out. Now you see i have fed you coffee. And coffee taked precicly 4.57 minuets to kick into your system, i took an average, which is roughly the time it takes for me to say this and for us to walk to my appartment. So your excitement should peak ..." He said standing me up guiding me to the door and down the street, around the corner to his door, "now!"
I looked up at him. I stared into his greeny-brown eyes and said, "Danny, that's bullshit."
He looked down at me. He stared down into my greeny-blue eyes and said, "Yup, it most certainly is!" with a cute little laugh. He grabbed the CD from me, opened the door and ran in away from me into the livingroom and to the CD player. I followed him in getting a little nevous. What if he didn't like it? I had written it while he was there but i hadn't let him see. I had pruced it all with Glen and Mark. Danny had never heard it. He didn't even know what it was about.
He put the disk in the player but didn't press play yet. He grabbed the remote and sat on the sofa and beconed me over. We sat the together and he pressed play;
The song began. I had made the arrangement very simple and the song was slow. It was just me, a violin and the simple beat that i had come up with with Glen. I had made it simple so that the lyrics stood out because they ment alot to me and they were for Danny;
"I've been cleared on the street.
I've been left in the cold.
I've been beaten up and robbed.
I've been left for dead.
I've been lit up in flames.
I've hurt those dead.
But after all that has come to pass.
With you no words can contrast.
There are no words to describe what's inside you, your feeling, your vibe.
There are no words that i can put down for you that can full decribe.
How you healed my scars over time, embrased my soul.
How you turned your thought your thoughts into works of art,
How you let them bounce off the walls of my heart.
There are only two words that i can think to say.
I hope you find them okay.
Thank you. "
...
I glanced over at Danny to find a tear rolling down him cheek. He turned to me his eyes all puffy and red and said, "you're welcome."
