When Hate Turns to Love

Ch. 15

Ricky and Nini wrote late into the night. Nini had to adjust her thought process and make the songs a little more masculine and match Ricky's style and personality. For someone who claimed to be uninspired, Ricky had some good ideas. They constructed it so a guitar could be played along with the piano. Kourt had to work, so Gina happily took Charlotte and Connor for the night, so she and Ricky worked hard. Around four in the morning, they dozed off on the piano, finished with his song. A crash jolted them awake.

"I am sorry." a cleaning lady said.

They both laughed and assured the lady that they were fine. Ricky stood up and took her face in his hand.

"You have keys on your face." he chuckled.

Nini ran her hand on her cheek and felt the imprints. They both yawned and stretched.

"What time is it?" she asked, her cell in her purse on one of the chairs in the audience section.

"4:17." Ricky answered after glancing at his watch.

"Wow." she said, standing as well.

Ricky snickered.

"Now what do I have on my face?" she asked, glaring at him.

"Nothing. I was just thinking." he shrugged humorously.

"About what?" she asked suspiciously.

"You, my dear, spent the night with Ricky Bowen." he chuckled.

Nini turned red and punched his arm. He grabbed her hand and kissed it gallantly.

"Shut up." she growled.

He just laughed and wandered down into the orchestra pit.

"What are you doing?" She asked, peering over the stage edge.

He came back up with a guitar, a fancy electric one.

"They let me leave one here since I come here a lot." he explained, adjusting the strap.

He walked over to a sound panel and move a few knobs and buttons.

"Shall we try out the song?"

She nodded and sat at the piano, just to be a guideline in the background.

"Let's do it."

Ricky began strong.

So you're the girl
I heard the rumor
You got the boys wrapped around your finger
Such a sweet heartbreaker
If you're the game, I wanna be a player
Oh, you can do whatever you want
It's alright with me

Why don't you break my heart
Make it hurt so bad
Come on give it your best
Nothing less, I insist,
I want it just like that
Why don't you break my heart
It sounds good to me
Do it over again, again, again
You're just what I need

Why don't you break my heart
Yeah, break it

Ricky walked around the piano and got into nini's face.

Stare me down, intimidate me
Oh baby please you'll never break me
Bring it on, cause I can take it
You're so cool, the way you play it
Oh, you can do whatever you like
It's alright with me

Nini just smiled and pushed him away. He put a hand to his heart as though he was hurt and belted out the chorus.

Why don't you break my heart
Make it hurt so bad (so bad)
Come on give it your best
Nothing less, I insist,
I want it just like that (just like that)
Why don't you break my heart (oh)
It sounds good to me
Do it over again, again, again
You're just what I need