Rendezvous
11 July 06 : 03.20 PM
Trapped 4
There is this song in my head that never goes away. It is a Beatles tune, but I'm gonna make something else out of it. Somewhere between the lines of With a Little Help From My Friends and Dear Prudence. There is something that isn't here yet, and I don't know.
So I press, a key and a key on the piano. I play until I get a tune. I am just playing because I'm hoping something else might happen.
"What song is this?" she asks as she walks over to me.
"I don't know yet. I'm making it up," I say. She looks excited, like I'm really creating a hit right now. Then she receives a call, and I hear her, not on purpose but not incidentally, He's amazing. He's making this song up right now, and it sounds like something the Beatles would play.
After she hangs up, she scrambles to find something to record what I'm playing. She's searching around, she knows I've got it somewhere. Suddenly she's seated in a pile of papers and she's looking through them.
"You wrote this?" she asks. I nodded. Then she's silent, reading it piece by piece. I don't know if I should stop her because I feel embarrassed, but I don't because I just want to watch her like that.
The next few days she comes over, bringing me cartons of milk and vegan sandwiches. She reads my books and drinks from my mug, leaving me alone to my song.
When I'm done she asks me, what's the title of it. I tell her her name.