Let's drop a bomb on Shawn and Beth tonight, shall we? No, just kidding...I love these people...but it's time to get some things straight...so the next few chapters are going to be a little turbulent...!
Here are the Chainsmokers, who aren't my favorite duo, but who wrote a pretty spectacular song called "New York City" that fits this chapter perfectly...and Dash Berlin, who fixed everything that was wrong with the original version....
New York City
To know what it's like to love somebody the way I love you
To know what it's like to love somebody the way I love you
To know how it feels to kill yourself with bad habits
To know what you want, know you'll never truly have it
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on me, tonight
When I went away, saw your face in my rear-view
I knew that look on your face, that I had lost you
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
You promised, I promised
I never knew I could be this selfish
Nights downtown, it's a new town
But I keep thinking I see your face in the crowd
But you're not here and you won't be
Cause you love me enough to let go of me
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine
Cause I'm losing my lover to the arms of another
New York City, please go easy on me tonight
[written by Brittany Amaradio and Andrew Taggart]
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"Take a deep breath," Christine advised. She was pacing restlessly in his office, her bright red stilettos occasionally catching on the carpet and nearly yanking themselves off her feet. She flicked them free automatically and continued to pace without missing a beat.
"I'm fine," Shawn said. He was shrugging into his jacket, pulling down the shades, nearly knocking over the potted plants behind his desk as he did so. It was dark outside, but the lights in his office were off. He'd been sitting at his desk for the past two hours, in the dark of the gloomy November afternoon, staring into space, with his phone resting silently on the credenza behind him.
Christina had found him there, after the receptionist had told him that she thought Mr. Waterstone hadn't come back after lunch. Apparently, he had never gone out to lunch at all—but with the lights off in his office, everyone thought he was gone. In truth, he was sitting quietly in the dark, thinking. And waiting.
Two minutes ago, his phone had finally lit up with a response.
"You need to take a deep breath," she insisted. "I do this for a living. Trust me. Get your heart rate down."
Shawn gave her a sour look. "My heart rate is down. I'm a litigator. I like adrenaline. It's fun."
"Adrenaline means your blood pressure is up. Man, I don't know what she sees in you. You won't listen to anyone but yourself. You're such a pain."
"Yeah," Shawn agreed. He looked around the office, then patted his jacket pockets for his phone and wallet. Check. They were there.
Christine stopped pacing.
"God. I'm sorry. I'm such a witch. Listen to me. You've just made me so nervous. I'm much better than this. I don't even know why I'm so nervous. I've negotiated divorces between really awful people with lots of money and property at stake, and I don't get this nervous. I'm sorry. I just want this to work. It's killing me."
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