I Play for Keeps

Chapter Twenty Two

“Whatever.” I said before hanging up on him before he could speak. I didn’t care. Gabe was a player. Always has been, always will be. I wouldn’t get involved with him. I was going to date a smart, sweet man, who would take care of me. A man who didn’t play with a girl’s heart.

The next morning, I woke up with a start. A new song was brewing in my mind, and I wanted to start working on it as soon as I could. I ran into my living room, grabbing Hope, a pad and a pen. My hand shot out onto the paper and I began writing down everything that was in my heart. Twenty minutes later, I had the song completley finished, and I couldn’t help but sing it everywhere in the house. I whipped out my cell and called the studio.

“I’ll be there in twenty. I’ve got a new song.” And I quickly hung up, got dressed in some yoga pants and a sweatshirt, and busted through the door. I had so much energy today, it was amazing. Especially after everything that had happened last night. Hope was strapped to my back, and in my hand I had the paper with the words and corresponding chords.

After ten minutes of sprinting down the busy sidewalks of NYC, I landed at the studio, panting. I decided to take the elevator and impatiently waited for the buzzer to ding that I was on the seventh floor. Once I finally reached the seventh floor, which took ages, I raced down the hallways and into the recording studio. The two tech guys were there, waiting for me. “Someone sounds pretty excited about her new song, huh?” One of the guys, the older one, asked, grinning. I nodded enthuastically and ran behind the doors and looked at them through the glass.

“It’s my favorite so far.” I answered excitedly.

“Well we’re ready whenever you are.” The second man said, motioning for me to start. I began strumming the first few chords before I came in.

(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shot gun, shotgun.

(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun)

Get out your guns, battles begun

Are you a saint or a sinner?

If loves a fight, then I shall die

With my heart on the trigger

They say before you start a war

You better know what you’re fighting for

Well baby you are all that I adore

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

I'm an angel with a shotgun

Fighting till' the war's won

I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back

I'll throw my faith away, babe, just to keep you safe

Don’t you know your everything I have?

And I

Want to live

Not just survive, tonight

Sometimes to win, you have to sin

Don’t mean I'm not a believer

Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer

They say before you start a war

You better know what you’re fighting for

Well baby you are all that I adore

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

I'm an angel with a shotgun

Fighting till' the war's won

I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back

I'll throw my faith away, babe, just to keep you safe

Don’t you know your everything I have?

And I

Want to live

Not just survive, tonight

I'm an angel with a shotgun

Fighting till' the war's won

I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back

I'm an angel with a shotgun

Fighting till' the war's won

I don’t care if heaven won’t take me back

I'll throw my faith away, babe, just to keep you safe

Don’t you know your everything I have?

And I

Want to live

Not just survive, tonight

and I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight

They say before you start a war

You better know what you’re fighting for

Well baby you are all that I adore

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

Somewhere in the middle of my singing, a door opened. However, I was too into the song to notice who it was. Once I was finished, my fingers sore, breathing heavy, I looked up at the two men and Gabe. I wanted to scream. Why was he here?! Oh wait, he’s my manager. I still didn’t want to see him.

Gabe’s eyes locked on mine and he gave me a small awkward smile. I waved slowly back and walked out of the recording room and looked at two very happy looking tech guys. “Great song, Rae!” I nodded, thanking them.

“So is this the song you’re gonna sing on the Today Show tomorrow morning?” Gabe asked, finally speaking.

“Probably. I gotta go. Tomorrow’s going to be an early morning. I should head outta here.” I said, hurrying out of the room.