Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

What was I made for

Arianna

The days had grown long and monotonous since my injury. Never before had I experienced this much free time, and it left me feeling restless and disconnected from myself. My days usually consisted of working on music or hanging out with Brittany if Travis was busy. While their company was comforting, there was an emptiness that nothing seemed to fill.

Today was one of those quiet days. I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. Travis had been incredible, always supportive and loving. But even with him by my side, I couldn't shake the sadness that lingered. I hadn't spoken much about it, trying to keep my spirits up for his sake. But the guilt over Theo kissing me, the sadness about my postponed tour, and the ache of not being able to perform weighed heavily on my heart.

Performing was my lifeline, and without it, I felt adrift.

Unable to lie still any longer, I made my way to the piano. Sitting down, I let my fingers drift over the keys, trying to lose myself in the music. The house was silent except for the soft notes I played. As I sat there, the emotions I'd been bottling up began to pour out.

I used to float, now I just fall down
I used to know, but I'm not sure now
What I was made for
What was I made for?

The melody formed in my mind, each note resonating with my feelings of uncertainty and loss.

Takin' a drive, I was an ideal
Looked so alive, turns out, I'm not real
Just something you paid for
What was I made for?

I continued playing, the words flowing effortlessly as I gave voice to my deepest fears and sadness.

Cause I, I
I don't know how to feel
But I wanna try
I don't know how to feel
But someday I might
Someday I might

Mm, mm-mm, aah-ooh
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

When did it end? All the enjoyment
I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend
It's not what he's made for
What was I made for?

'Cause I, 'cause I
I don't know how to feel
But I wanna try
I don't know how to feel
But someday I might
Someday I might

Think I forgot, how to be happy
Something I'm not, but something I can be
Something I wait for
Something I'm made for
Something I'm made for"

As the last note faded, I realized this song had the potential to be something special. Quickly, I scribbled down the lyrics, my heart racing with a mix of hope and excitement. I needed to share this with someone who could help bring it to life.

I pulled out my phone and recorded a quick snippet of me singing the song. Without overthinking it, I sent the recording to my favorite producer, hoping he could see the potential I felt.

A few minutes later, my phone rang. It was him.

"Arianna, this is amazing," he said as soon as I answered. "This song... it's powerful. We need to get you in the studio to work on this as soon as possible."

My heart swelled with hope and excitement. "Really? You think it could be a hit?"

"I know it," he replied confidently. "Since you can't travel right now, I'm going to fly to Kansas with the team and we'll record it there. How does that sound?"

"That sounds perfect," I said, feeling tears of relief and happiness welling up. "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you, Arianna. This song is going to be incredible."