Two people, on two different waves in life. An icon who is desperately trying to reinvent himself. While this overlooked prodigy is forced to come out of her shell to help this arrogant superstar remind people exactly who the hell he is!
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Savon
Sunday mornings I never could sleep in, as much as I wish my body would adjust to waking up damn near 11' o clock, it won't let me be great. Sunday I used to always hear my dad blasting music, it was a tradition for him to wake up with a glass of brown liquor, and clean up around the house. He said it woke his spirit up for ideas to come at him like lightening bolts for songs to pen.
Since it's been three days at this point that I last heard from Chris, I had been forcing myself to take a step back from music to get my own shit in order and my mind right.
But I found myself outside sweeping up the back patio and humming this to tune to myself. These words had began to pour out, I knew after I said them it was about Chris. Which is exactly why I didn't want to pick up a damn pen these last few days.
But I ran back inside to grab my songbook, then returned to sit outside on the lawn chair. Unofficially, it was called Petty. But it was very fitting for his ass. The song took twenty minutes to finish. I had to tweak a couple line, but I thought it was good. To make sure, I began to sing it aloud.
"That's how you feeling?" Chris voiced was at a distance behind me.
"Damn man!" he startled the hell out of me. "Do you believe in letting someone know you going to pop by?" I said over my shoulder.
Chris walked with his hands in his cargo shorts, he was dressed very down this morning in his black hoodie. He looked exhausted.
"My fault," he smirked as he moved my feet on the patio couch to sit beside me. Nice enough, he prop my legs onto his lap, before I responded he cupped his hand onto my ankle.
"It's been your fault for the last couple of days, you couldn't even let me know if you were good. Now you trying to get comfortable on this wicker damn couch, what the hell?" I questioned agitated.
Without a word, Chris whipped out his phone and showed me a picture of his newborn baby.
"Oh wow, she's beautiful! I'm sorry, I didn't even think about that being a factor."
"What you thought happened?"
"You know my mind by now. Honestly, I thought maybe you didn't like how I was being dismissive towards you since the two days we last saw each other."
"Savon, I didn't mean to make it seem like I lied about her. We really wasn't together, I was being honest."
"You don't have to explain your business to me. I took things to a personal level and I apologize. Being around you made it realize it's things about myself that I need to work on. Never said I had it all figured out, I'm definitely a work in progress."
"Yeah, for one, you need to let your hair down and live in the moment, stop being so damn calculated." Chris reached over to undo the back knot that I had, causing my hair fall along my shoulders.
