Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 19
“I hung your love in the sky To light my way,
Like a falling star in the night It came crashing down and I lost my way I lost your love when I said goodbye Baby why didn’t I stay.”
Dad nodded, and I could see his brain working.
He picked up the notebook, reading over what I’d written for a few quiet minutes, and then tossed it back down.
“What about this?” He started strumming almost the same notes, with a few chord progression changes.
“I hung your love in the sky To light my way, But I lost faith, I lost sight And I lost my way I left your love and I said goodbye Baby why didn’t I stay”.
I was bobbing my head, “Yeah, yeah, that’s good.” I picked it back up and added another verse, stopping after a few lines.
“I like that. I think you’ve got something here.” Dad was still picking at his guitar, playing with our melody.
“Well, it looks like you two are going to be busy for a while,” Mom commented knowingly.
“I’ll bring lunch in a couple hours if you haven’t come up for air yet.” She backed out of the room and Dad and I continued to work and refine the piece of music until it actually started to resemble a song.
Playing and working with my Dad eased something deep in my soul. I felt lighter than I had in a long time, and the music felt better than it had in a long time. Dad was buzzing with energy and excitement and pride as we worked together.
It re-lit a fire in me that had been missing lately. With all the issues the band had been struggling through, and dealing with Kat, I’d lost sight of what it was all supposed to be about. The music and saying the things I needed to say in the only way I knew how.
“I like what we’ve got,” Dad mumbled as he finished penning the lyrics we’d worked out. His notebook was a mess of crossed out lines and scribbles on the page, but we had a song.
“Good, you might have to record it. I don’t know if I’m going to have a band much longer.” Dad dropped the pen and sat up straighter. “Alex from the label called me this morning.” If they were calling my dad, they weren’t fucking around.
“Yeah, I guess I better pick up a replacement phone for the one I smashed last night and call him back.” “Probably a good idea. Talk to the label. Talk to your band. Work it out, or don’t, but don’t avoid the problem.”
I sighed, “I just wish I knew what I wanted right now.” Dad stood and picked up the notebook. He palmed it against my chest. “I think you do know.” I grabbed it as he let go, and looked down at the messy scrawl on the page.
“The music, the record deals, the albums, the tours, they aren’t everything,” Dad said when I lifted my gaze up to his and then he strolled from the room. I eyed the lyrics again. Dad was right.