Savannah
The next stop on the tour was a few hours away, Seattle to be exact. So for the time after the concert we traveled, not that I minded since I slept through the whole bus journey. Although when I got up and walked into the next arena, I found that I was going to have some company on my bus. "Savannah, this is Moira. She's going to be with us to help write some songs for your next album."
The short woman in front of me had to have been around my age, if not younger, with her blonde hair and green eyes; smile wide as she greeted me. Her black maxi dress flowing down to her feet.
"Hello there, it's so good to meet you!" She gushed. I smiled at her while I shook her petite hand.
"Hi, it's lovely to meet you as well!" She released the grip, standing up straight as if getting straight to business. I liked her already.
"When do we start working?" I asked the question to Breanna. I was so ready to get this new album started and start sharing what I've already come up with.
"Anytime you two wish to start." My smile grew ten times wider at hearing this.
"Let's not waste any time then, let's get to work!"
After gathering up the multiple sheets of paper I had with random lyrics here and there and grabbing my guitar, I laid the sheets on a table in front of Moira; waiting on her opinion on them. So far she had went through them, nodding her head at the ones she was enjoying. I was so glad that she was enjoying them, now I just hoped that we could finish all of them.
"You've got some talent in song writing. These lyrics you have are really good." She picked up two sheets of paper, switching from reading them. "Do you have a preference on which one you'd want to start on first?" She asked, looking at me and placing the two sheets back on the table.
I knew which one I wanted finished before any other one. It was my favorite. I reached for the one that I had sang earlier this week in front of Taylor, Michael, Calum, Luke, and Ashton.
She grinned as she saw which one. "Ah, the one without a name or chorus, good choice." She laughed.
She took the paper from me and together we both got started. We went over a lot of chords that might go well with what we both had in mind for the song, and then we messed around with lyrics.
"Any thoughts for a chorus?" I drummed my hand against the table, creating a beat to go with what I was thinking.
'Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than
Less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing
Less than perfect'
I tested it out, my smile faltering a bit. It was a good way to go but I felt like it could be better, like if the words were switched then it might have a bigger impact.
"Wait, how about." I said, reworking the lyrics and adding a bit of swearing.
'Pretty, pretty please
don't you ever, ever feel
Like you are less than,
less than fuckin' perfect
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Savannah // Michael Clifford
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