Miles Away

Chapter 9 - Effortless Lyrics

Chapter 9
Jagger
Effortless Lyrics

It’s been two unfathomable weeks since Ella let me kiss her. She finally broke out of her shell, she finally let me in. I often wandered when I was in her presence why I thought shagging random girls was ever the better option.  It was quite obvious that my liking towards El was growing, and I couldn’t stop it.

No matter how much it scared me.

We’re in the recording studio today, finishing up the final details on a song I had just written. It was written about El, blatantly so.

We’d spent the entirety of the last two weeks of my being in town together, almost twenty four seven it seemed. Although she let me kiss her that night at the beach, she still held up that small, and far from thin, brick wall up when she was alone with me. I couldn’t seem to shift her from the impending hurt she was ready to face. I definitely wasn’t planning on hurting her, and she didn’t seem to grasp that just yet. It was almost like she was afraid to let me in, afraid I wouldn’t want to stick around.

It kept me thinking most times…who the hell made her become this hard, stubborn shell of a girl. She was so much more than that to me.

It was after another night of hanging out with Ella, and another night of thinking of what I could to make her lighten up, that a simple line came to mind.

I will return, I swear it.

I sang, warming up my voice into the microphone, seated within the small confinements of the recording area. I was sat on a large, plush stool, my favorite acoustic in hand while I was strummed aimlessly. I waited for Cooper’s hand signal for the go, and started to strum on time to the beat in my head.

I felt the lyrics shift out of me effortlessly, my fingers never missing a key. My breath rose and fell with pure heart; letting out all of my frustration, angst…pure feeling that was exciting, but also scaring me shitless.

I hadn’t ever expected to want to be with a girl this badly in my life. It scared me how fast I was falling, and how easy it seemed to fall into step with a girl whom I barely knew. Granted, we’ve been spending the past hours of the last two weeks trying to let each other in. I was more willing to then her, but it was still an experience I wasn’t used to at all.

The unnerving part about this whole thing was that I wasn’t sure how she felt at all. She was heavily sending me mixed signals, signs of affection here, but a scowl or two there when I went to touch her. We’d only kissed, sometimes only briefly, without sending things too far. I wasn’t willing to jeopardize something I wanted to keep around. If she wanted me to wait, I would sure as hell wait. Especially if it meant that she was going to be here when I came back for her.

The guys and I are planning on leaving for tour in two days, our bags already packed and the tour bus booked to arrive at six on the dot that night. I was slightly nervous, but knew that this was an opportunity of a lifetime. Our fan base has risen so high, I’ve actually lost count at the past two home shows we’ve played. People would come up to me, begging for pictures and autographs, adoring me from afar and up close. But this was the feeling that I’ve wanted to experience since I was a kid. I wanted to be adored by fans, have them shouting out of my lyrics at the top of their lungs during my shows.

That feeling was something I myself couldn’t even put to words.

“That was amazing,” Cooper spoke coolly, smiling with his eyes at through the thick glass window.  I smiled in return, and set my acoustic on the stand next to the microphone.

When I walked out the small door and into the command area, Cooper gave me the same familiar wary look I’ve come to see almost everyday.

“What now?” I quipped, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms agitatedly.