Downfall Of Amplification -Phan-

"and yours is a noble heart I don't deserve to hold"

The room is still, Phil sits across from me.  He moves his feet under his legs in one swift motion reminding me of waves on the beach.  His skin is so beautiful, it's all bright and pale, like the moon.  It's funny how even on him the ocean of his eyes and the tide of his movements all connect with the moon.  We're back in the office, and it no longer feels like work.  Instead, we can bounce ideas off of each other all day. Phil is so creative and is constantly spitting out masterpieces made from lyrics or album art or instrumental pieces. 

At the moment he's leaning against his knees, his cheeks pushed up into his eyes and his hair falling over his eyebrows.  It's not styled, it falls randomly around his face.  I will never get over how attractive his complexion contrasts with light and dark.  The harsh black raven hair atop glistening white skin, bright blue eyes, his cheekbones.  I have to force myself to look away for a moment, sipping on my coffee I try to adjust my eyes, the way you have to when looking at the sun.  He's just all galaxy today, isn't he?  Next, I'll decide his collarbones are the milky way and his wrists are the stars.  

"I think before Golden Love, which we decided was track one?"  I look back at him and he nods, making his glasses fall down his nose.  He pushes them up and for a moment the stars on his wrists appear, making me squirm in my seat.  How can a person do this to me? Hypnotize and control me like he is, I'm under the spell and only the planets can control me, "Well."  I clear my throat, "I think we should put an introduction instrumental before it, we have that unnamed one with the piano.  Maybe a few background vocals, layering the two pieces together?" 

"I was thinking the same thing."  Phil nods, looking over his small notebook placed on the edge of my desk.  His handwriting is sprawled throughout it, when he crosses his T's he brings out the line too long and it often folds over the rest of the word, "Golden Love has that staticky sound in the bridge and beginning, we could intertwine the songs."  Phil scribbles that in his notes, the word 'static' has a line above the whole damn thing.  

I hum a bit as he scribbles on the pages, his eyes squinted in concentration.  His shoulders curl forward so that he can inch closer to the work.  Reaching over to my computer I add a few notes myself, maybe that galaxy metaphor isn't too bad.  Maybe Phil could become the universe in a song.  He's all that and more in my mind, mine as well translate it to music. 

Phil opens his mouth as if he's about to speak again but the door comes flying open.  His pen falls from his hand in surprise as he turns to see the intruder.  Mike makes his way into the room and my throat tightens.  We have done nothing but bicker these last few days and I'm not in the mood for another argument.  

"You should have knocked,"  I suggest, there's obviously a tint of anger in my voice. 

He ignores me and turns to Phil, "Can you excuse us for a moment, I need to talk to Dan."  I roll my eyes, I know what this is about.  He wants to hash out our disagreements and try to rekindle our friendship.  I wish it was because he valued me and our relationship but I know he just wants me to do more shit.   When I was younger I was all up for interviews and photo shoots but now I'm just older, more mature.  I don't need or want the attention.  I just want to produce my music and live life with my boyfriend.  

Phil stands up to leave pushing his hair back, "He can stay," I cut in and Phil eyes me, pleading.  He doesn't want to be here, of course, he doesn't but I'm selfish and I want with me.  He shoots me his big round eyes and leans forward, fuck I can't make him get between us.  Sighing, I understand the stress this must put on him.  He's strong but his shoulders are still fragile, he's young.  He can't bear the weight of all this drama.  I've been living this all my life.  I can handle everything, I wish he wasn't so damn pure, "Fine, Mike, what is it?"