Heart's Games

Heart's Games|Chapter 18: Storm

Chapter 18: Storm

Writing songs has never been a problem for me. I don't mean to brag about it, but it is the truth. The lyrics seem to never end. But to write about my vacation? It is just...it was messed up. I don't know about you, but 'Let's go back to the past, and get caught in the act' don't exactly sound like the most flattering lyrics. But still, I wrote them down anyway.

Mr. Patrick had given us two weeks to write at least the first verse and the chorus, but I just didn't find my muse. That was on Wednesday. It's Saturday and I haven't even finished the first verse. I am declaring myself lucky for having two weeks. And to think at first I thought that was too much time.

I looked over at Fanny, who had tons of papers scattered on the floor. They were crumbled up, letting us know it had just been another useless attempt. It was good to think I haven't been overwhelming them with the entire 'Harold is still alive' thing, because she would be killing herself right now.

Claire, Grace, and I all stared at her stress, each of us admiring it from a different angle. Grace sat in front of her desk, her laptop on her lap. She wasn't stressing about the song, but about History and how the Civil War was America's bloodiest clash- or something around those lines. Claire simply concentrated on how her best friend was losing it as she tossed more papers that landed right in front of her. Sitting on her bed and looking completely innocent, she stared at me, as if wondering when was it going to stop. I was steady on the small couch that was on the corner of the room- a couch that I am so glad Grace brought, because it had turned into my thinking spot- with my lyric notebook resting on my lap. I looked from Claire to Fanny as she finally threw the notebook across the room.

"How does Taylor Swift do it?" she asked in frustration.

"Dating a bunch of guys and then turning out heartbroken," Grace chuckled, but stopped when she spotted Fanny's finger pointing at her, warning her to not go any further.

"Don't mess with my girl," she warned. I rolled my eyes while laughing and standing up. I let my notebook aside and went to rescue Fanny's. I opened it to see some of the lyrics she had written, and I got to decipher some that were under scribbles.

I think I'm the one fearing the most
Cause with your love I overdose
And your words flow like a river
But you can't cure this fever

"Fanny," I said, but it came out more like a whisper as I tried to understand her frustration. "These lyrics are really good."

Soon, she was in front of me, snatching the notebook out of my hands. I stared at her, a bit dumbfounded with the attitude she did it with. I know she's sassy, but not with me.

"That's the problem, Kate. It can't simply be 'really good'. It has to be perfect," she sighed as she sat next to Claire.

"But those are just some lyrics. When you put them together they will be-"

"Good enough? I doubt it," she interrupted me.

But that's when things began to make sense once again. She wanted the song to be perfect because that was her song. I remembered Mr. Patrick's fifth lesson: a song speaks for your heart. Clichè; I know. But he was...right. And it only took a few words for me to know what the song was about. Better yet, who was it about.

"I'll be right back."

And with those words, I stormed off to his room.

Once I was out of the elevator, I ran to his room. I mean, their room, which was the part I wasn't necessarily psyched about. But I never imagined I would hear what I heard once I got there. Just as my fist was about to knock on the door, Jerome's voice that came from inside stopped me.