Breathless

Rebounds and Shared Secrets

I sat inside the recording studio, tapping my foot as the beat of the drum echoed through the massive room, guitar chords filling the air and bass thumping in my stomach. I closed my eyes and followed along to the music in my head, counting down the seconds before I started singing. The song resonated deep within me, and I could feel the emotion pull at my soul, almost making my tear up. I took in a deep breath, holding it in for a moment before starting to sing.

I text a postcard sent to you

Did it go through?

Sending all my love to you

You are the moonlight of my life every night

Giving all my love to you

My beating heart belongs to you

I walked for miles 'til I found you

I'm here to honor you

If I lose everything in the fire

I'm sending all my love to you

With every breath that I'm worth here on Earth

I'm sending all my love to you

So if you dare to second guess you can rest assured

That all my love's for you

My beating heart belongs to you

I walked for miles 'til I found you

I'm here to honor you

If I lose everything in the fire

I'm sending all my love to you

My beating heart belongs to you

I walked for miles 'til I found you

I'm here to honor you

If I lose everything in the fire

Did I ever make it through?

I wiped my hands on my pants, leaning back and letting out an exhausted breath. I looked around at my bandmates, who were all tired and weary looking. We had been practicing all day, Gary really hadn't given us a break all day, with the exception of lunch, and we were all ready to go home for the day.

"How was that?" I asked Gary, who sat on the other side of the glass window. He looked impressed, and if not a bit emotional, and he nodded his head.

He pressed down the button, leaning into the microphone. "That was phenomenal you guys. I think that's good for today," He told us, leaving us all sighing with relief.

We all gathered up our things and walked out of the studio, splitting up to our separate cars and heading home. Once I got back to my house and walked inside, I was bombarded by laughs and cheers and a surprised squeek, all coming from the living room. I walked in to see all of the guys lounging around on the couches, but something seemed off about the entire atmosphere. Murr sat some distance from the other guys, his face slightly flushed and his eyes glassy. The other guys didn't seem to notice, but it was the first thing I saw when I walked into the room.

"Murr, can I talk to you?" I asked, my voice low and gentle. He stood up uneasily, shuffling after me as I walked into the kitchen. I turned around and waited for him to come closer before I rested a hand on his shoulder, giving him time to explain.

"Lynda left me," He said, sobbing as soon as the words came out. He bent forward and buried his face into my neck, his tears making my skin slick, though I didn't make an attempt to brush them away so I wouldn't disturb him.