By Tuesday of the second week, song one was written and the Demo was recorded. This means I have a little less than two weeks to finish the second song.
This time if I really need help I'm going to allow myself to call Shawn. Now that I know I can do this on my own I have a little more confidence about writing my own stuff. I mean I've done it before with help from my music professor when I took classes at the community college for extra credit. But that was one song, and I had help from professionals.
Though the crowd in Toronto seemed to enjoy it.
I've gone through the list of things that inspire me, and picked the one I thought would be the easiest to turn into music.
Right now I'm at the diner, sipping a milkshake and looking down at a jumble of words in my note book.
Sophie and Hunter sit in front of me sharing a basket of fries and being disgustingly attached to each other.
As much as I love the two of them together, if I had that kind of relationship I would most definitely go insane.
Finally when a fry smacks me in the face, I lose my shit.
Slamming my note book closed I look up at them, "ok look. I love you both to death, but are you ever not together?! You guys seem like you do everything together, it's like you don't have your differences and similarities , because you both are glued together. It's driving me insane"
They look at me with wide blinking eyes.
"Geez little bug are you sure your okay with this whole writing on your own thing?" Hunter looks at me slightly concerned.
"Yeah hun, are you sure you don't want help?"
I nod in response to Sophie's question. Then I look back and my notes, then up at my friends again.
"No I'm not sure".
"Maybe...", Sophie starts a little hesitantly, "maybe you should call Shawn".
I look at her and sigh in defeat. She's right I need help. Even if it's just a little bit.
"Yeah, you're right. Sorry for going off on you guys", I say before slowly getting up and walking out of the diner to call Shawn.
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Shawn basically told me everything that Sophie did, but he said it in a way that made more sense to me for some reason.
I need to pick something that means a lot to me but, people can also relate to. I need to turn it into a story. Like a poem.
He also told me that I should take some time off to myself and not force things. That seems like good advice for someone who has all the time in the world to write and no given schedule. Unfortunately I have 13 days until I need to be with Shawn and Camilla in LA to present my demos.
I decide that I'm going to take today off from writing and go out and do something for myself.
The lake has too many memories, my mind would be everywhere so I drive past that. The mall is too crowded but shopping might help me relax I haven't done that in a while. Down town is quieter and there are smaller less well known stores. Only locals know about this place.
I pull into a almost empty back parking lot and get out of my car.
A little retail therapy to get my mind back on track.
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SHAWNS POV:
"Who was on the Phone?", Brian asks heading into my room and plopping himself down on my bed.
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