Our Song

Let Me In

Paul slammed his back against his bedroom wall cursing at himself. He regretted sharing everything. Paul didn't see it as severe as Art made it out to be; they were passing thoughts. His door bolted tight.

Art recognized that he and Paul spent more time apart than together. This thought knawed at his brain relentlessly. Even as friends, Paul would shut Art and the whole world out when he suffered from a problem.

Paul grew ever more lonely even though the partner he adored so genuinely was outside in the other room. Paul would shut down whenever he was dealing with a complication that popped up in his life. He refused the aid of anyone outside.

Songwriting wasn't pulling Paul out of the deep depression he was suffering from. It only made him sink further. Paul set down the pen and his notebook. He had gotten nothing done in the past two weeks. The record company was barking at Paul and Art to release their Bookends album that was promised in the previous year. It wasn't ready. They were thrown so many curveballs that they couldn't finish it.

It was ideal for getting the album out by Christmas time in '67, but the record company knew that wasn't happening. Touring, songwriting, and simply being in the studio troubled Paul's mind. His insecurities bubbling to the surface.

"How about we take a break on our relationship and just work on music." Paul was eager to finish the album, and he had enough mental stress on him.

"This whole relationship has been a break, we have been apart so much. I'm beginning to wonder if we are even a couple at this stage." Art hated the idea of Paul distancing himself from their broken relationship.

"We are, I just need to get my mind in the right place." Paul elaborated further on his plan to separate for a little while.

"I'm all for that, I want to see you get better." Art nodded wholeheartedly agreeing with Paul.

With their relationship out of the picture, they banged out Bookends. Paul's creative juices were back to full capacity. Paul's mind was more at ease when he picked up his guitar and read the harmonies on the paper that Art had written.

Art didn't appreciate the distance, but Paul needed to get that nasty thought of suicide out of his head. Art felt as if his feet were stuck deep down in a patch of mud. He felt selfish for having these thoughts.

"Paul, I want to speak to you about something that has been bothering me." Art fiddled with the cuffs of his button-up shirt.

"What?" Paul's eyes grew soft. Paul had been picking up on Art's recent behavior, he seemed more reserved than usual.

"I feel like we've been apart more than together ever since we started this relationship." Art mumbled twisting his fingers through his curly hair.

"We'll figure it out, just not right now. We've got an album to work on." Paul pushed everything else to the side just to make this album perfect. Art knew Paul needed some time away from his head.

The studio time was really helping Paul piece his broken mind back together. Art would attempt to sneak a little kiss here and there, Paul didn't expect him to be able to stay dormant for that long. Art needed excitement, and it was all taken away from him.

When they were recording America, Art pressed a kiss on Paul's nose. Paul's cheeks heated up, and he placed a kiss on Art's cheek. Paul mouthed 'not now' over to his partner. Art's eyes drooped, but he backed away.

Art returned outside the booth to listen to what Paul had just recorded. He had his notepad in hand, and he wrote something that could boost the song some more. Paul eyed over it.