Music artist Penny knows all about her bass. A cynic, in a little too perfect but almost boring life with a constantly absentee husband. Her life takes a twist when she lands herself a wonderful opportunity at a studio that allows her to breathe outside of her monotonous life. What starts as a diversion becomes her focus, as a series of events constantly keep her hooked with her coworker who she finds perfect.
Is this going to be just another heartbreak situation for Penny? An open-ended fling? Or would she end up doing something that none of them had hoped for?
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"I wonder if he was thinking the same. How would it be if I was his lover? I don't want to be his lover, I deject. I want to be his muse. Someone who strikes him, delights him, entice him. I'll wander in his mind, like freedom, like bondage, like a hurricane. He will crave for me, lust for me, lean on me and touch me. I'll be his dark little secret, his thirst, his passion. Someone he'll hold high and fly. Someone for whom the seven heavens he'll deny. I want to be the lyrics of his songs. Songs on which he would croon and swoon. He'll tell me I'm his melody. I'll be his adventure, his inspiration, his mystery. I'll be the endless words of his poetry. I'll be his ground and his wings, the rhythm of his strings. Let's quit the truce, I tell my heart, I don't want to be his lover, I want to be his muse."
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Promise you'll catch me; & don't let me down. Or at least not drop me on my face, like the last one did. Guys are so unpredictable, untrustworthy, easily bored, and always find a way to disappoint you. Not this one though! "Sometimes the things you need are right under your nose, and you'll miss them if you don't pay attention." That is what my mom always said anyway. Who knew she was right all along.
Snapping out of my own thoughts I opened my eyes and he was still there. Down on one knee staring up at me, waiting on an answer.
But why me? I ignored you, made you chase me, then brought drama into your life, bombarded you like a soldier on the front line, and invaded your life! Worked my way in like a flea. Yet you love me? REALLY?
My hand balled into a fist and went flying before I could think.
All I can say is you bet not let me down!
Do not be like the others!
Do not embarrass me!
I'm giving my all to you, leaving it all in your hands...
"Ouch!"
Ok. Let's do this!
I'm not sure how to put these feeling into words so the poetry and song titles are to help you feel what I am feeling as much as possible. This might get a little steamy at times!
Hope you enjoy.
Also this is a first draft so please excuse any mistakes, thanks!