Savannah
Breanna had stopped by early in the morning a couple of weeks after I was back home; wanting to check up on how I was doing. I didn't want her knowing that I was barely getting any sleep anymore, or that I was constantly tired. To me it wasn't even that important because it gave me time to work on the few songs that I needed to get done.
I was almost finished, needing only one more song before I could send the songs in. I knew exactly what I wanted the song to be about but I couldn't go to anyone for help because I wanted it to be from my heart; completely written by me.
"Just so you know, you're in dire need of some groceries. Your fridge was bare inside before leaving but it's almost empty now." Breanna commented, noticing my lack of food in my house. I shrugged my shoulders in response, already knowing that the food supply was nearly nonexistent; that's the reason I have had take out for almost every meal I've had. With everything that's been circulating in the media, staying indoors was probably the only good thing I could do at the moment.
"I'll get around to going shopping one day." She seemed to accept the answer as she grabbed her stuff.
"Well, I'm going to head out now, don't forget the song deadline is coming up so try to work on it. Also, Savannah," She stopped her sentence, eyes softening. "Try to get some sleep. You look like you really need it."
With a half-smile, I told her I'd try, even though it's basically impossibly anymore. She left with another goodbye and wave, leaving me alone again.
After a few moments of sitting on the couch in silence I decided to walk down stairs; now was as good as any time to try and start this new song. I grabbed my song book off the coffee table and sat at the piano in the center of the recording studio.
I knew that the song would be about Michael. That was one of the reasons I wanted to be the only one to write it, because if it's about him I know that it'll be especially sweet for him to hear. What could I write about someone who I can say that I love with all my heart? What he's done for me is more than anyone should ever do for one person. I mean trying to spare my life with his own? He's definitely one of a kind; a keeper in my opinion. I couldn't ever let someone like him go. He's way too important to me. Every time I look at him I fall more in love with him.
Wait, that's it! I grabbed the pen out of notebook.
'When the waves are flooding the shore
And I can't find my way home any more
That's when I, I
I look at you
When I look at you
I see forgiveness
I see the truth
You love me for who I am
Like the stars hold the moon
Right there where they belong
And I know I'm not alone
Yeah when my world is falling apart
When there's no light
To break up the dark
That's when I, I
I look at you'
I had only stopped because I heard a noise from upstairs causing me to run stiff. A shot of ice ran through my blood as my mind went crazy with thoughts.
Nobody can get into my house without a key and then I have an alarm set so it's all good. I thought to myself. I relaxed slightly, it was honestly probably just Jack trying to get into some trouble. The thought of someone trying to get in didn't leave my mind though, causing me to be a bit on edge.
The shrill sound of my phone ringing caused me to jump out of my seat and yelp. A bit on edge my butt. I stared at the house phone for a moment before hurriedly walking across the room and answering it.
"Hello?" I said, calming myself down slightly as I saw the caller ID.
"Babe?" Michael's voice breathed into the receiver; a smile forming on my face as I heard his voice.
"The one and only." I joked. He gave a laugh before asking what I was doing. With a reply about writing a new song, he asked what asked about it.
"What are you writing it about?" I bit my lip, not wanting to tell him it was about him.
"I'm not too sure yet. Moira sent a few sheets with different ideas over to me but none are really what I really want to have on my album."
"Ah, well when do they want to release the album?" He asked, shuffling going on in the background as I heard Ashton and Calum singing a rock infused song.
"As soon as possible I guess." I replied. My producer thought it be good to try to get the attention away from what happened in Virginia, to the new album; saying that the bad press I was receiving now would change to good once it was out, or so we hoped anyway.
"I'm just working on the last song that will be on the album and the deadline is in a few days. If I can just get this idea from my heart, it'll be done in no time at all." I semi lied on that since I've already got something like a chorus for this song.
"You know you could always write about that fabulous boyfriend you have. I heard that he's a real stud." I could almost picture Michael flipping his non-existent hair as he smirked at that.
"I guess I could do that but why would I want too?" I teased back.
He fake gasped at me before telling me that he was going to hang up on me for being so rude.
"I guess you'll just have to wait for the album. I'll make sure this song is the last one on the list so you'll know which one to listen to first."
I finished the song about Michael right after our long, A couple hours long to be exact, call. I had listened to him talk about the show he had done the previous night, saying that he had slipped on the slick stage and Luke had conveniently gotten his payback. He then proceeded to go on about how a new game was coming out that both Calum and him wanted to have to play but neither were making a move to go and buy it when it come out. I made the mental note to grab that for them so they could enjoy it. As the conversation grew into the late hours we talked about how I was. I didn't want to discuss that things haven't been easy for me because that would make him worry but I needed to let him know. So with a sigh, I told him about how I've barely gotten any sleep and how the dreams are getting worse. After I had told him what I was going through, the line went silent for a moment before he spoke again.
"I'll be there for you as soon as I can, babe."
Was this one better than the last? I don't know. I hopes so. Anyway, I had originally planned for this story to be only like 25 chapters but that obviously didn't work since I'm not beginning to write chapter 30 in my documents. So maybe like 35-40 chapters?
I pray for 35 but I know it'll be like 40. I really want to get this done by June because I'll be gone the whole month and I won't really have access to a laptop and going a month without updating isn't the best so wish me luck.
- Stay Beautiful
Courtney
*Edited on 7/24/21*
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