50 Shades of Drake 5 and 6

Chapter One Hundred

    Aubrey paced back and forth on the balcony, occasionally sipping from a glass of champagne. The telltale sounds of splashing came from below. If he focused really hard, he could just make out Destiny swimming in his backyard pool.

    The California breeze was refreshing, and the sky was dark. The skies granted him with a view of just some of the stars studded in its midnight blue canvas. Tapping his fingers on the glass, he turned and continued pacing the short distance across his balcony, only to turn around and repeat the action. Repeatedly.

"What do you do when you think you know love at twenty-two,

Live through life some more and learn the real score?"

    He stopped pacing and shook his head. "No. Trash. Waste." After taking a sip from his glass, he closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze that rushed past his face. "Go back. Relive the moment. Relive."

    Which moments did he choose to relive? It was always a process with him, coming up with material for his music. Trudging through some of his most shameful music, just to pull out one dirt-covered gem that he could rub to reveal a sparkle. He delved back all the way to the beginning when he first saw Destiny.

"You were my beautiful contradiction,

A blatant truth in a world of fiction.

As soon as I saw you, had to hear your story,

Had to know your passion, had to feel your glory.

That was the beginning of us,

The beginning of lust,

The beginning of trust.

The beginning of me,

The beginning of you,

The beginning of my heart opening anew."

    He smiled and used his free hand to pull his cell phone out of his sweatpants. "Yeah." Lightning-fast on the phone's keyboard, he typed out the lyrics while sipping champagne, then repocketed his cell phone. "I need a hook for that. Nice verse, but what's the hook?"

"Your inquisitive nature nearly made my lonely heart erupt,

And your innocence was meant for only me to corrupt.

As soon as I felt you, I had to have you,

Had to kiss you, had to grab you.

That was the start of you breaking into this black heart.

The start of hope, the start of love,

The start of things dreams are made of.

The start of life,

The start of truth,

The start of undeniable proof

That you were created for me and I for you,

That there's nothing in this world that I wouldn't do

To help make up for the shit I've put you through."

    He whipped his cell phone out and typed in the lyrics he'd sang out loud, scrapping the last line. "Nice, but definitely no hook." Touching his cell phone to his bottom lip, he leaned over the balcony railing, watching his fiance swim. With his eyes still on her, he idly tapped on his cell phone screen, closing out of one notepad screen and bringing up another. There was no way he was going to come up with the hook tonight. He could feel it. Best to move onto another memory, another potential track, and he'd marinate on the hook for the first later.