Page 97 of Composed
I toss him a pile of sheet music.
He scans them with a cocked head and whistles. “This is…different.”
“Yeah, it was Rixie’s idea.” I drop beside him, and grab a pen, tapping it against the sheet he’s currently holding. “That’s something we scrapped when we were writingJaded. We didn’t think it would work back then. Rixie said it would now.”
“Do you trust her direction?”
A smile pulls at my lips. “She’s never failed me before.”
“Isn’t that the truth.” He twists the tuners, his thumb plucking the strings. Then, he starts on the chord progression, gaze dipping as he follows the sheet music. “Shit this is good. It’s still got that grit, that bounce that makes it us, but there’s an ache behind it. More mature, more haunting?”
“Exactly what I said. The underscore is gonna be on the piano. Really elevates it, actually. Don’t know why I never thought of adding piano in over the last couple years.”
Saint’s lips curl into a grin. “She’s still got it.”
“Yep.”She really fucking does.
“Lyrics?”
“Nothing yet. My brain is still awfully quiet.”
“You’ll get it. Something just needs to tickle the recesses of your mind.”
I scoff. “Yeah. Because it’s that simple.”
He only hums as he strums his way through the composition.
Three hours pass with Saint playing and me scribbling any changes he makes to the melody onto copies of the sheet music.
Saint isn’t big on the writing, but it helps to have the guy who actually has to play the lead guitar add his two-pence. There are things he can play that Hendrix wouldn’t have thought to add, and vice versa.
A sharp shrill pierces the air when I shoot up to grab a drink.
Saint grins at the name flashing over his phone screen.
He swipes his thumb and presses it to his ear. “Teddy.”
I jerk back as Theo practically screams, “Baby,” down the phone.
“Fuck me.” Saint tugs it from his ear with a wince. “Inside voice, love. Where are you at?”
He nods, brushing a thumb over his lip. “Okay. On my way.”
I hear my name shouted, and hike a brow at Saint.
“Yeah, alright.” He jumps up. “Be there in twenty. Love you.”
He ends the call, shoves his phone in his pocket, and folds his arms over his chest. “Come on. We gotta go collect my very drunk wife.”
I snort and tug the sheet music closer. “I don’t think so, dude. That’s all on you.”
“She requested your presence,” he says, giving me a look. “And I’m not much in the mood to disappoint a drunk Teddy. Not when she promised she’d be screaming my name later.”
I gag. “Disgusting. I really need you two to keep your sex life to yourselves.”
“You’re only jealous because you aren’t getting any. If I remember correctly, you used to be all about the PDA life. Remember that time at the Fall Out Boy concert.” He arches his brows, and my arse falls to the floor. “You and Rix got real handsy in that crowd.”
I boot his shin before I stand.
