Let the Angels Work

Here's to the Beginning

It's been 9 hours and I still can't come up with the write music for these lyrics. What's wrong with me today? This usually doesn't happen. It's driving me insane

I was becoming frustrated by the second. The beat and rhythm for this song was in me.... I felt it. I just couldn't express it for some odd reason. I started to think about Melanie and where she is right now and who she's with. My frustration quickly grew to an out of control anger.

*BOOM!*

I started throwing papers off the desk. I stood up from my chair and violently slammed the large microphone I use to record my vocals down to the ground. I let out a frustrated scream as I plummeted to the ground and buried my face into my hands. I don't understand what my life has come to. My wife's here and there with another man while I can't get my mind to focus on the perfect beat for this song. I sat there in silence when I heard the door crack open.

"Mr. Nelson?... Are—Are you okay?" the voice whimpered at me.
"I'm fine. Leave me be!" I said burying my face deeper into my hands.
"Are you sure? I heard a lot of commotion and a loud scream...Not to mention it looks like a hurricane passed through here. " the voice whimpered to me again as it came closer.
A familiar scent started to tickle my nose and I immediately shot up. It was Dani carrying her beautiful soft smile on her face as well as a tray in her hand.
"What's that in your hand?" I asked as I gazed into her eyes.
"Well you've been in here for almost 10 hours and when I asked the chef Allen, he said it was normal for you to go without eating. I figured you'd have to be hungry from working so long. I hope I'm not over-stepping boundaries..." She said as her eyes became bigger and her smile lessoned.
"No.. It's alright. Thank you for the kind gesture." I said with a smile. I stood up and took the tray from her to see a large dough like ball laying on top of some brown rice on one side and a bowl of orange on the other.

"What is this?!" I asked in a confused and grossly manner. She started to giggle.
"It's fufu and pepper soup!" She said with an excited smile.
"What's that? I've never seen anything that looks like that before." I said in snarky tone. She giggled again.
"It's a traditional West African food. My mother used to make it for me all the time when I was younger. I still love it now as an adult." she said as she took the tray from my hands and placed on the floor.
"Sit down! You'll like it. I promise." She said as she sat down on the floor. I grabbed a towel and sat down across from her with the tray between us.
"Its usually very spicy.... I like mine spicy but I made yours less spicy. And don't worry there's no meat in your fufu." she said.
"Okay... but if this gives me heart attack, I'm suing you." I said sarcastically as I picked up my spoon and started to eat the soup.
"It won't give you a heart attack." she said while rolling her eyes.
"Wow... this is actually really good... What is this again?!" I asked as I continued to take more sips.
"See, I knew you would like it. It's fufu and pepper soup." She said. I was so indulged in my food that I kept eating, not realizing I hadn't responded back to her.

"Well I'll leave you to it. I'm glad you liked it." she said as she stood up to leave.
"Wait!... come on sit. Tell me more about this fufu and how'd you learn how to make it." I said as I eagerly looked into those green eyes.
"Sure, okay." she said as she sat back down.
"How did you learn how to make this after all?" I asked.
"My mother is part Liberian so it's almost second nature to her. It's comfort food. She makes it all the time for us and we all love it."
"You're Liberian? That makes sense because of your brown skin but your eyes... and your hair...?" I asked in confusion.
"My father is from Greece. I have a lot of his traits as well as my mother's traits." she said as she pushed her curls back from her face.
"That's lovely... I'll be honest, I couldn't figure out your background. Not that it matters to me.
I was just... curious." I said as I looked into her deep big eyes that seemed never ending.
There was an awkward silence that took over the room.
"Well, I'm going to go back up front. Enjoy the rest of your fufu." she said as she gave me one last warm smile and flashed her eyes at me once more.
"Thank you for caring." I said smiling back as she closed the door behind her.