MADISONGetting swept away by the notes
The rehearsal room is dark and silent when we go in, with its own particular scent of sacrifice and determination. The sheer amount of work and confusion there was in here during times of maximum productivity can be perceived. Chris takes a seat and writes things down on pieces of paper, completely forgetting about me. He is serene, almost euphoric, smiling and playing chords that seem random to me.
I only listened to half a verse of the song he’s composing in front of me and his deep, warm voice is already reverberating in my soul. I feel deep embarrassment over being unable to control this emotion, but it’s like being bound by an invisible thread, with me having the feeling everything’s happening because it’s already been written down in scrip
