Hearts, Guitar Strings and Quintessence
Hearts, Guitar Strings and Quintessence
I sighed, exasperated, and grabbed my phone, wallet and lyric book off the table, sticking a post-it on the page filled with words that we had been messing around with all morning. “I need a break,” I muttered to my band mates. I quickly pushed open the door, descended three flights of stairs and shuffled out the door of the studio into the busy streets of New York City. Seeing the subway tunnel, I decided I could head out to my favorite café, Quintessence, to get some coffee and relax.
Walking into the tunnel, I scanned my Metrocard before hopping into a subway car and plopping down on a seat. I looked around the mostly empty car until my eyes settled on a girl who looked about the same age as me, sitting cross-legged on a seat, eyes closed, an acoustic guitar resting in her lap. She strummed a chord lightly and hummed a few notes before opening her eyes and jotting a few words down into a notebook beside her. Even though I know staring is rude, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Something about her was mesmerizing. Maybe it was the way she seemed to caress the guitar, or the way her bright green eyes sparkled when she had opened them. She closed her eyes again and strummed a few chords before she started singing.
As I stepped out of the subway back into daylight, I was still picturing a girl, playing her guitar with so much heart and soul that she practically noticed nothing else around her. With this girl in my mind, I realized what we had been doing wrong in the studio. Our drummer, Connor, kept telling us to use our heads and to think about the music, but he was wrong. Even though we’re creating a follow-up album that’s supposed to launch our careers; even though it’s tough and there’s a lot of pressure; it’s still the same as when we wrote our first album. It’s still music. And the only way to create music is with your heart, not your head. Just like when we were kids with big city dreams.
I smiled, strolled into the café and sat down at one of the tables, pulling my lyric book out. I found the book-marked page we had been working on and ripped it out, flipping to a clean page. I let my mind wander back to the girl in the subway, as I began to write…
This is supposed to be from a guy's POV, but it could be from a girl's too.
Feedback?
Should I make it longer?
Walking into the tunnel, I scanned my Metrocard before hopping into a subway car and plopping down on a seat. I looked around the mostly empty car until my eyes settled on a girl who looked about the same age as me, sitting cross-legged on a seat, eyes closed, an acoustic guitar resting in her lap. She strummed a chord lightly and hummed a few notes before opening her eyes and jotting a few words down into a notebook beside her. Even though I know staring is rude, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Something about her was mesmerizing. Maybe it was the way she seemed to caress the guitar, or the way her bright green eyes sparkled when she had opened them. She closed her eyes again and strummed a few chords before she started singing.
As I stepped out of the subway back into daylight, I was still picturing a girl, playing her guitar with so much heart and soul that she practically noticed nothing else around her. With this girl in my mind, I realized what we had been doing wrong in the studio. Our drummer, Connor, kept telling us to use our heads and to think about the music, but he was wrong. Even though we’re creating a follow-up album that’s supposed to launch our careers; even though it’s tough and there’s a lot of pressure; it’s still the same as when we wrote our first album. It’s still music. And the only way to create music is with your heart, not your head. Just like when we were kids with big city dreams.
I smiled, strolled into the café and sat down at one of the tables, pulling my lyric book out. I found the book-marked page we had been working on and ripped it out, flipping to a clean page. I let my mind wander back to the girl in the subway, as I began to write…
This is supposed to be from a guy's POV, but it could be from a girl's too.
Feedback?
Should I make it longer?