As time ticked by so did your patience.
It was nearly 11:00 pm on a Friday, and the last place you wanted to be was in the studio with an up and coming singer-songwriter who thought he was a lot better than he actually was.
You sighed as you leaned back in your chair, watching Hayden scribble something down from the other side of the glass before looking up at you and motioning for you to turn on your mic.
"I got something," he said with a big grin.
That phrase usually meant you had at least another hour of work to do.
"Shoot," you said as you grabbed your notebook, prepared to fix the line however you could.
He pointed at his notebook with his pen before saying, "we're meant to be, but we haven't figured that part out yet."
You cocked your head to the side and nodded, the line showing that maybe he was making progress.
"It's supposed to be you and me, we haven't figured this out, but I know somehow we're meant to be?" You said with questioning in your tone as you switched words around to make it rhyme and flow.
"I like that," Hayden said, jotting down the line again and erasing other things.
"Um, not to rush you, bud, but how much longer are you thinking of working?" You said carefully.
He glanced at his phone propped up next to him.
"Maybe just fifteen minutes? Finish the chorus, and we can finish it and record it next time I see you?" He asked.
You nodded your head as you took note of that.
"Next Tuesday still work?" You asked.
"Perfect," he said as he hung his headphones up to sit next to you and finish the chorus. It just needed a line or two, or the start of a line or two, and then you could just go home.
"Alright, well, dig into that line you just said," you started as you turned towards him as he pulled up his chair. "How do you know, but still don't know?"
He sighed and leaned back, looking at the ceiling and turning his chair in circles slowly.
"I don't know," he said with a shrug.
You tried not to sigh and hang your head, knowing his one line wasn't going to carry through to a whole chorus.
"I'm just thinking of, like, two friends. And they've been friends for a while and there's this looming feeling that they're going to end up together, but they just don't know when or how, and honestly, have kind of been avoiding that feeling without even realizing they're doing it," he tried to explain.
"So, everyone knows, no one wants to say it?" You offered.
"Exactly," he said as he rested his elbows on the table.
You looked through some lines you had written before, trying to see how you could alter them and fit them into the song to convey what he just told you.
"Stuck between something we can't see..." you trailed off, writing it down in your notebook. "What if we never know what this is really about?"
Silence floated between the two of you as you both wrote them down.
"Man, I was thinking of going towards a happier ending with his, but I like where you're going," he said as he closed his notebook.
You shrugged your shoulders, following suit as you put your notebook in your bag along with a few of your other things scattered in front of you.
