Life's Lyrics

Chapter Nine

Sunday, November 7

90 days until release day of the album

Number of songs written: 2

I sit there my teeth gritted staring into space, or anywhere that isn't close to where my psychiatrist is sitting. "Blair," She sighs, "are you going to answer any of my questions?" I let out a laugh, as if to ask her why she doesn't already know the answer. I don't need her. All I needed was a little more time to myself. Just me and my piano, and the creativity that flows through me. So far have written two songs too contribute to my album, it makes me so happy to know I'm on the way to creating an album that actually means something to me. A song for once that I actually like the lyrics, this time I can relate to the lyrics, they are mine. I might be a failure of a friend, of a person but I am not a failure of a person.

Life's Lyrics album list:
1. Lost
2. Daylights darkness

She shakes her head, then gets up, and talks with Sebastian. "She...not talking...ridiculous...can't do this anymore," I grin to myself hearing her frustrated words.

"What's so funny?" Spencer asks, with a slight grin on his face as well.
"Her," I gesture in her direction and crack up laughing at the look on her face every time I don't answer her stupid questions. Can't she see that I'm only angry when he is around, can't she see I don't need her I need music. "Well, I think there is something you ought to see," he says winking and holding his hand out. I narrow my eyes playfully, "oh really?" I take his hand and we walk out the front door and round the back to the old shed. "I know you said that you loved being home and all, but missed all the equipment you could use for your music...so" He opens the shed door and I gasp.

I step inside, Spencer trailing in after me. "You did this?" My eyes are wandering around the room not sure whether to look at the recording booth or all the buttons that control the sound system. "I didn't exactly decorate; Lyla did that," He chuckles, "Her being the interior designer and all." I run my fingers over the leather couch and then over the cold glass that encloses the recording booth. "I didn't even know you could fit all this in such a tiny space, and you remembered my favourite colour." I laugh.
He stands still in the doorway, "There is a lot of things I remember Blair," He gives me a quick smile but I know he's talking about something else. I walk through the door and into the recording booth, beaming. "You need this so much B, all the things you've been through. All the things he has done to you," He finishes softly, and a memory of the pain he put me through flickers in my head. "You need to tell someone, you have to get out of there," I turn my back on him.
"You already know," I say sharply
"You know what I mean," He retorts.
I take a breath anger starting to shake my core, "What would you know huh?" I whirl around anger flaring in my eyes. "Enough" he takes quick steps and crosses the room until he is directly in front of me, "This is breaking you Blair!" He whispers, as I spin around and start to stride the other way but he grabs my arm, pulling me back into his arms. My eyes finally leek that terrible substance that shows the pain that I have been holding in for so long. His hand moves to my face and he wipes away my tears with his thumb, "You won't survive very long like this," He says quietly.
I wait a little before speaking, "Do you think this world is fair?" I look into his eyes, and they sparkle with something, Anger? Sadness? He leans down and my thoughts disappear in a whirlwind of butterflies. I stand on my tippy toes to meet him, our lips touch and it's as if he is the butterfly that has come to set me free. This right here is my hope.