Sam and I were sitting in the airport after getting through security and checking our bags. He had his acoustic guitar with as a carry on. We had an hour before our flight left.
He kept giving me 'You're completely nuts' looks. "I can't believe you're doing this", he commented.
"I've been through worse".
"Still".
"Please tell me you brought your songs with", I said. "I need a distraction".
He replied by opening his guitar case and pulling out a folder which he handed to me. I opened it and started flipping through the songs until I landed on a title I felt a connection to, 'Meet Me Again'. I started reading through the lyrics. It was about meeting the love of your life, and wanting to re-live that first spark connection from the first time you met.
"Will you play this for me?", I asked, showing Sam the song.
"What, right now?", he asked, baffled, looking around.
I laughed. "Sam, we're performers. We play in front of people all the time. This place isn't that crowded, and if anyone doesn't like what they're listening to, they can move or put in ear buds".
He appeared unconvinced.
"What other opportunity will we get without the others around?", I pushed. "You know I'm better at hearing it than reading it. I can't give you accurate feedback without hearing it".
He didn't answer, but pulled his guitar out and set it on his lap, testing the strings and tuning one slightly. He met my eyes and I smiled encouragingly.
"Do it", I said.
He started and I followed along with the sheet, reading the words as he was singing them. His voice was much deeper than Tommy's, a perfect baritone, and while I enjoyed Tommy's voice quality and range, Sam's voice was perfect for this song. Husky, deep, and slow. As he had said, romantic.
He finished and looked at me expectantly. I grinned. "Sam, I love this!", I said enthusiastically.
Relief flooded his face. "Are you sure?"
"Fuck. Yes".
He grinned. "I'm not sure it sounds country enough for what we're doing, though", he said.
"It will", I assured him. "Do it again for me exactly like that, and I'm going to sing over you, varying in some areas. Don't change what you're doing because I'm doing something different, though. I had an idea and I want to see how it sounds".
"Got it", he said. "Ready?"
I nodded and let him begin. At the second verse, I joined in as I had pictured in my head, in mezzo-soprano range. As we continued, I layered in with holding notes as he was singing other words, extra oooohs, and a little more twang.
We finished and he met my eyes. "You made that sound really good", he said, seeming amazed and appreciative.
"Did you like what I did?", I asked.
"Paige, I loved it".
"Yay!"
I was excited for him and for our band. If we could use Sam's songs, we wouldn't need to pay anyone outside of our own group for song writing. We discussed a couple more points, and fine tuned the chorus, then ran through the whole thing again, and again, and again, and again.
I think we had just finished the eighth take when a guy in his early twenties approached us.
"Hey, are you Paige Anne?", he asked. "'Your Loss'?"
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