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“I told you, I don’t sing outside of the shower. That song in the cabin was a one time exception because I got something in exchange,” she reasons, shaking her head at me.
“C’mon Callie. Your voice is stunning. And it’s just for songwriting purposes, it’ll be fine. I’m not saying you have to be on the album or anything—just help me get the gist of the song down.”
She lets out a heavy, almost annoyed sigh. “Okay, fine. I’ll give it a shot.”
I smile, beginning to pick the tune again. “I’ll play the progression on the verse, and maybe you can try to come up with a verse two from the female perspective?”
Your perspective.
I’m desperate to know what she’s thinking.
She purses her lips but nods, her face growing serious—as if she’s in deep thought, listening to the music. I swallow hard, sitting on the edge of my seat, waiting to hear what words come out of her mouth.
But she doesn’t sing.
Instead, she pulls out her phone and begins typing away. I have no idea what to think at the moment, but I don’t ask her. Everyone has their own way of doing things, and if she’s writing something, then I don’t want to stop her.
So, I just keep playing it over and over.
And she keeps typing.
Finally, she pauses, her brows furrowing as she looks over whatever is on her phone. “I think I have something.”
“Perfect, sing it,” I say, giving her a smile. I begin to play the music again, waiting for her to pick up.
“No, I’m okay—but here, look at this.” She holds out the phone, and I take it from her, my eyes scanning over the words.
Holy...
“These lyrics are perfect.”
Chapter Twenty
Callie
I’m relieved Wade and I were able to clear the air last night. And even more relieved Bear made it back safe and sound.
What began as a stressful, somewhat awkward night, quickly turned into a memorable one that took me by surprise. Because last night, Wade and I managed to create something really special together—a song.
And there’s something truly magical about making music.
It’s a way to share our emotions with others without having to do so directly—like creating a story that speaks for itself, yet still holds true to our innermost thoughts and feelings.
And the look in his eyes when I offered up my lyrics confirmed what I already knew: we share a connection that goes beyond words or physical attraction.
I’m inspired.
Honestly, Wade’s songwriting session sparked more creativity than I thought it would. And it’s such a wonderful feeling to have the creativity flowing again. So I got up early this morning to make some more progress on my novel and have been working on it ever since.
Knock, knock.
“Come in,” I call out, shutting my laptop as Wade steps into my bedroom. “What’s up?”
“Is everything going okay with your book?” he says, eyeing the laptop sitting behind me.
“Yeah, actually. I finished the first three chapters and sent it off to my editor. I think they’ll be happy with it.”
He perks up, a smile stretching across his face. “Perfect, because I need you today.”
