Daydream Believer

Chapter Two

A few days later, Donna started getting to the grips of writing music and her West End career was rising at an all time high.

Jen was now performing at a regular basis at The Millstone with a proper band behind her, but I, I was home helping out with their music and juggling my job in between the days.

I was very happy to behind the curtains as the spotlight shone down on Jen and Donna, writing Jen's music was the best part of the job, and being her best friend was amazing when she would always tell the audience that she was happy that Donna and I were always by her side.

I was gladly happy sitting behind my piano, with a high ponytail placed at the top of my head and a cigarette burning in the ashtray.

My ideal future would just be locked up away in a house somewhere up in the mountains with my instruments and make music and have no interruptions.

It does seem lonely, no friends, husband or kids but sometimes I like being on my own, it's just so peaceful and relaxing.

My warm fingers run over the cold ivory keys of the piano, the house is deadly silent from the absent people. Donna has gone to the West End to practise on her last show in of the production, and Jen has gone to see dirty David in town.

Jen asked me to write her some more songs while she's out, which I will gladly do.

My mind runs through memories, memories of happy memory.

There was this boy called Samuel Ethan that I was in love with when I was seventeen. Our relationship was a love hate kind, one minute we would be curled up in intense passionate love making, probably more than any laws allow and the next I would slam the door in his face and he would ride off on his motorbike.

One night he never returned, the storm was bad, apparently from the police document that I was showed, the tree came crashing down on him and the motorbike, blowing up in an instant.

There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it right outside the window
There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turn to dust
And I just knew my eyes were drying up forever

For some reason I never cried over his death, maybe cause our relationship was so one sided that when he wasn't there I felt content.

I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made
But when you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And when I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe but
It's all coming back to me
It's all coming back
It's all coming back to me now
There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of lights
There were thing I'd never do again
But then they always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It's was more than any laws allow.

My fingers brush over the piano as I put different chords together.

"Hey there busy bee" I jump as Jen stands in the doorway.

"Blimey! Can you not give me a heart attack" I put my hand over my heart feeling it beat with a fast tempo.

"Sorry, I didn't want to disturb, you looked happy in your world of creating music" Jen shrugs her coat off putting it up on the peg.

"Just creating another song for you, this is quiet longer than usual" I hand Jen the notebook as she sits down next to me.

"Can you show me how it's done" Jen asks looking up to me with puppy dog eyes.