Page 94 of The Drummer

Whoa.

Luke must have heard the same thing I did when he snorts a laugh.

“Here we go,” he mumbles.

I ignore him and straighten on the couch to reposition the guitar. I switch the tempo of the progression I’d been playing to something more fun. Soon, I have a groove that has Luke shaking his head with a knowing smile while he scrolls through his phone.

I jot down some lyrics and iron them out.

“What rhymes with ‘made me’?” I ask Luke.

“Save me?”

“Too angsty for this one. Amaze me?”

“Too cliché.” A thought runs through his head and he smirks. “I know. Grammy,” he jokes.

I laugh. Then stare at my notes app.

Hang on.

“They say I’m a rockstar, baby

But that’s just what they made me

Ignore my wall of Grammys, right now I’m only yours.”

I chuckle to myself. This is so freaking cheesy. Callie is gonna hate it. And love it. Not that I’ll ever play it for her. But hey, at least I’m writing again.

“That’s actually not terrible,” Luke calls over without looking up from his phone.

He’s right. It’s not, and I fight a grin at where this is going.

“I’m a superstar or pathetic cover, it’s all in your power, lover

You’re everything I need to know, let me be yours”

“I’m no titan, babe, a…”

“Shit. Any ideas?” I ask.

He finally looks up. “Play it again?”

I play through what I have, and he cocks his head.

“Liar, maybe,” he says with a sly smile.

I’m no titan, babe, a liar, maybe.

“Heh. Yeah. I like that.”

“I’m no titan, babe, a liar, maybe

I’m no one else you need to know

You unravel my maze, the light in my…”

“Haze,” Luke offers.

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