Page 42 of Feuds and Interludes
Morrison’s eyes flared, and he gave me a weak smile.
“Sure. After. Uh, you guys almost done? I’m gonna head back, I want to work on that piano part some more.”
“Yeah, let’s do it.”
I wasn’t sure how I could concentrate on my own music while my heart was worried and hurting for Shane. I had a bad feeling and I couldn’t shake it. So I channeled it instead. And I played my ass off. Leland and Morrison sat with me and helped me tweak a few parts, but then I played that shit all the way through until I was fucking crying, it was so damned pretty. I wanted it to be pretty for Shane. I wanted to create a piece of music that showed him how much he’d made me feel, how honored I felt that he would share space and time with me, let himself be vulnerable with me.The lyrics were a start.
What can I say
What can I do
It’s all Feuds and Interludes between me and you
We say what we don’t mean
We mean what we don’t say
We fuss and we fight then we just walk away
Metal Menace, all growls and sharp words
You pull me in close while you hold me at bay
Your lips soothe my ire and leave bruises behind
Frustration sensation at war in my mind
Can we meet in the middle
Without weapons or rage
Or are we just destined for tabloid front page
Can you ever see me as more than my faults
Can I ever fit perfectly
In your world of vaults
Our rivalry runs deep as our bloodlines and bones
But we can rise higher above the unknowns
Fifteen
Shane
The three men I’d worked with as closely as you possibly could for the past seven years, the ones who I’d carried with me, shared my music with, were breaking up with me.
“When were you going to tell me?”
Dean looked at the others and continued acting as the band’s spokesperson.
“We talked about it. I guess after we wrapped this album. Man, we want to do something more commercial. You know, go back to pop punk. That’s what’s selling now, not this dark, heavy shit.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but why? It appeared I’d walked into a mutiny. Did Lydia know when she’d suggested this sit-down? Did Morrison? What about Jeff, our fucking manager?
“Look, Shane, we’ve made good music together. We’ve had a great ride. But if we want to remain relevant, we need to make a change. Look at MGK. Hell, look at Bring Me The Horizon. Onegave up rap for punk, one gave up the metal scene for I don’t even know what you call it, other than pop.”
