Chapter 9: Almost Finished

                                    

                                          
|~*~Carolyn~*~|
                          
Monday, November 21
                          
Andy was in his room, extremely bored. He had already watched all the episodes of The Batman on Boomerang, what else was he supposed to do on Thanksgiving Break? With a sigh, Andy got his electric and started playing the chorus of the song he was still in the process of writing. He got his song notebook and flipped through it. Not every lyric in it had been used, so he figured he could probably find something to use. He found the ones that he found in Carolyn's house; “Pain of heart” and “Loss of mind”. They have to fit somewhere, Andy thought.
                          
Suddenly something he said to Carolyn popped into his head. You're not alone.
                          
He sang it aloud a couple of times in different tunes. Finally he decided he liked the one where his voice goes a bit high then low at the end of that line. He played an A on his guitar. He strummed an A five times then sang, “You're not alone.” while playing the other chords too. It sounded good, but it needed something more. He decided to try again, this time he would stretch out the word “alone” on the O sound.
                          
He strummed, “You're not alone.” It sounded perfect. Andy got a sheet of paper and wrote the word CHORUS at the top. Then the words 'You're not alone.'.
                          
Just as he finished writing it, a flash of lighting tore through the sky followed by lighting. I love storms, he thought. Storm... Storm is used like... ah what's that word... Like something you have to get through and deal with!
                          
He played those chords and sang, “And we'll get through this storm.” … “Nah that doesn't sound right.” he played it again. “And we'll make it through this storm.” … “That isn't good either! C'mon Andy, think!” he told himself.
                          
“Try 'And we'll brave this storm.'.” a voice said from his door. He looked up and saw his mom standing there with a hamper full of Andy's clean clothes. She set it in his room.
                          
“Okay...” he played, “And we'll brave this storm.” he stretched out 'storm' like he did with 'alone'. His eyes widened. “Mom, it’s perfect!”
                          
“You're welcome.” she said. “For the lyric and your clean clothes,”
                          
“Thanks.” then she left. He wrote those lyrics onto the sheet of paper. “What next?” he tapped his chin. He looked through his song book. His eyes landed on 'Face today.' He played those chords and sang, “And face today.” he stretched out 'today' a lot. And he knew how to end the chorus. “You're not alone.” he sang. He jumped up into the air. “YES! I GOT IT!” He finished writing those last lyrics.
                          
He called the guys in a five way call. “GUYS!”
                          
“Yeah?” they said.
                          
“I got the chorus to our new song!”
                          
“Let's hear it!” CC said.
                          
“No. I really wanna finish writing the whole song before showing it to you guys.”
                          
“As long as we're on topic for the song, I finished the drum parts.” CC said.
                          
“And I fixed up a little bit on the bass.”
                          
“Do you have a title?” Jinxx asked.
                          
Andy face-palmed. “UGH I completely forgot about that. Anyway, I'm gonna go. I really wanna see if I have any other ideas for the song.” Andy said and hung up.
                          
Andy paced his room, trying to think of a song title. I could call it 'You're Not Alone', but that's too simple and obvious, he thought. He decided to go back to writing the song. He still needed two verses and possibly a bridge.
                          
He played the acoustic part, and then went to electric, then switched back to the acoustic for the verse. Finally it came to him. He replayed the acoustic part but slowly and sang the words in his head slowly. “Those times in life we learn to try... With one intention.” then he played that part at regular speed. Then sang, “Of learning how and when we'll die...” … “But we won't listen... Nah that's not it,”
                          
While he thought of a new way to edit that last line, he wrote the other lyrics on a sheet of paper titled ‘VERSE’.
                          
“I got it!” he said and grabbed his acoustic again. “But we can't listen.”
                          
After half an hour, he had the first verse down. He played it all together. “Those times in life we learn to try, with one intention. Of learning how and when we'll die, but we can't listen. I wish to God I'd known that I, I didn't stand a chance of looking back and knowing why. Or pain of circumstance.” he switched to his electric. “You're not alone, and we'll brave this storm.” he decided to cut the chorus short after the first verse, but he already knew he'd leave it full after the second verse. He checked the time on his phone. It was time for dinner.