Harmony (H.S.)

Chapter 11 | Butterflies

4 February 2020

*Harmony Jones*

I'm on my way to the studio for the second time this week, but this is the first time Harry will be there. Yesterday I was there in the afternoon with Mitch and Kid, reviewing some things we had and realizing the potential of each of them, and today was supposed to be the same, but last night, Harry sent me a message asking me to come with him in the morning.

I'm not going to lie, it got me super excited and made it easier for me to wake up so early. Even the torrential rain didn't make me discouraged.

When I get to the studio, Harry is already there.

"Good morning, H!", I said.

"Good morning petal! H?", he asks, and only then do I notice what I called him.

"Oh sorry, it left!", I say with pink on my cheeks.

"It's okay! I already told you, you could call me that!", he explains calmly.

"Oh okay! So what did you think for today?", I ask.

"Nothing special... I just really wanted to come into the studio and have company," he says shyly and almost whispers the last part.

"Hmmm... That sounds great to me! How about if we played some old songs from you? I know it's dangerous because it can influence the creation of the new album, but I think it can be fun!", I try.

He sighs and ends up saying: "Okay, okayyyy! But what song do you want to hear?", he asks with a half-smile.

"Oh, I don't know! Ahahahha! How about Sunflower?", I smile shyly, and he makes a huge smile and picks up the guitar next to him, and hands it to me.

"Sorry but I can't play this song!", I say confused.

"I'll pretend that doesn't offend me!", he says while rolling his eyes playfully, "But I figured you didn't know... We play both at the same time! I start and loop through the chords of the whole song and you try to understand first and after you can play with me, okay?", he asks with wide eyes as he picks up another guitar, and it's impossible to tell him no, so I just nod and wait for him to start, while I try to calm the butterflies that insist on appearing in my belly.

He starts playing the song I've been listening to more times than I can admit, and I focus on his hands playing guitar, completely ignoring the fact that I'm trying to learn the chords and just looking at how extraordinary it is the boy in front of me.

"Okay, are you ready?", he interrupts my gaze and I realize he's already finished playing the song. This is where I appreciate my years of guitar knowledge because it's easy for me after I've heard a song a few times to be able to keep up with it on guitar.

I nod and he starts playing, which I follow right away. When he starts to sing I feel a shiver in my whole body, his voice is one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard in my life, the tone and husky touch he puts in the words is just so pretty.

And this song is wonderful! A love letter to everyone who listens to it... because that's the wonder of music, in my opinion! When a singer releases a song, it ceases to belong to him and starts to belong to each of the people who hear it, because of the interpretation and feeling that each one gives to the melody and the words. For example, for me, the part that touches me the most is:

Your flowers just died
Plant new seeds in the melody
Let me inside, I wanna get to know you

And obviously the whole fact that he in the song refers to the person as Sunflower, and that's the name my dad called me all my life!

At the end of the song, he looks into my eyes and smiles and the goddam butterflies come back. To disguise the awkward moment I say, "Your voice is beautiful!". Okay maybe it wasn't the best thing to say since the goal was to lighten the moment, but the words were out before my brain could think!