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Chapter 3
"I told you not to come in."
"Why are you dressing like this?"
"Don't look at me. It's awful," she was blushing.
I gently took her hands away and made her turned a round.
"You look great."
"Really? Ryan said you'd like me more this way. More
lady-like. I really didn't mean to dress like this…"
"Silly girl," I held her in my arms, "you know I love
you the way you are. Really. I like you more when you're in my shirt like
you usually do. At least I think you look more sexy in my shirt than this
lingerie."
"I'm sorry, Brian." I raised her face and kissed her
tender lips.
Sometimes, I was confused. She could be so lovely
at times but irritating at other times. But I couldn't help myself from loving
and kissing her. She is so appealing to me - like a flower to a bee.
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Sam~
At last, I was again kept busy with the recording in the studio. Although
I went back home everyday feeling jaded, I was happy and excited - excited
at the thought of meeting my 'mad fans' (what Ryan called them) again.
When I reached home, it was already 1:00 am. I gently turned the doorknob
and slowly closed the door behind me. I was determined not to wake Brian
up. I tip toed towards my room. As I passed the living room, I saw someone
lying on the couch in the piano room. It must be Brian and he must have fallen
asleep. I took a blanket from his bedroom and put it over him. In the darkness,
the moonlight lent sheen to his sharp features. Although he looked tired,
he was still so cute in his sleep. When I was about to leave the room, I
steeped on some crumpled papers on the floor. I picked them up and found
out that they were a piece of music. Brian must have been working very hard
to compose a song. O looked through them and thought that the tune was perfect.
But why Brian was not satisfied? I was deep in thought when Brian called
me.
"Sam?" he climbed up from the couch and sat upright.
"Yeah. Did I wake you up? Sorry." I hid those papers on my bag.
"No. Come, sit with me." I sat down beside him.
"Sam, you know I have a wish."
"Yeah. You have been dreaming of sitting on the vast ground of Africa, watching
the sunrise, the sunset, the animals, the nature. That's the paradise where
you are going to write your songs." I looked in to his eyes and felt that
his mind was already in Africa
"Will you come with me?"
"Sure. I'll love to. But now is not the time. You know, I'm busy with my
work. Furthermore, the BSB will start working on the new album, right? We
are both busy."
Brian~
I was somehow disappointed with Sam's excuses though
what she said was true. My feelings were impenetrable even to myself. I was
sick of what was going on. I felt like running away from the rut and got
to a place flowing with milk and honey.
Sam~
I was determined to complete the song that Brian wrote. When I played it
on piano, the words just came to me - so magical. It was a short one though.
Write a Song for You
When the moon falls in your eyes,
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I know the sun has set.
The fire still burns within me
Since the day we met
I'm writing this song just for you
To mark our love.
Love is in the air
It's everywhere
Everyone can see, everyone can feel.
All the love in the air
It doesn't matter where.
Everyone agrees, love is all we need.