"Of course." He told her with a soft smile before he sighed weakly, dropping his head down to stare at the keys. It shouldn't be too hard. Dylan quickly flipped through the book, and pulled a more relaxed melody up to play. It was one that his sister had begged him to use for months. Maybe it was finally time he did so. Slowly he started, glancing between the keys and the page as he tried to think of words to go with it.
She smiled softly listening to the melody
He repeated the first line a few times, before sucking in a deep breath and just going for it. How bad could it really be? I mean, he was an experienced song writer. "No amount of stars in the sky, can compare to beautiful color of your eye. It's so strange to me, how lovely you are. Why are you the girl, that I've been waiting for? You deserve so much more…" Dylan trailed off a little bit, furrowing his brow in disappointment.
She pulled her notebook out of her overalls and began writing lyrics down swiftly
Dylan stopped the piano playing, and slumped his shoulders. "God that was awful… I told you I was bad at love songs." Dylan mumbled, dropping his head down onto the keys gently.
"can I" she asked gesturing towards the piano.
Lifting his head from off the keys, he nodded softly. "Be my guest. You're better at this anyways." Dylan hummed, scooting over so she could reach more keys. "Tell me if I'm in your way."
She played a soft melody,"He's three drinks down and he's driving fast He's calling her up, but she took a cab Back to their one room apartment Back to where it all started Walking up to the doorway Walking in just to realize he was long gone 'fore he got there Broken glass in the bathroom
Love is such a fragile dance This love is such a fragile dance She's wondering if she was right to Leave before they got that Chance to talk it all over In a text message he wrote her Love is such a fragile dance
Our love is such a fragile dance
The melody picks up
And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet, so love until you're dead And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet, so love until you're dead
It slows down again
He's three drinks down and he's driving fast
She's calling him back now he's reaching Car tires are screeching Car horns are screaming He's wondering if he was right to Pick a fight just to argue But he can't take it back now The last message he sent out
Life is such a fragile dance This life was such a fragile dance Love is such a fragile dance Their love was such a fragile dance
And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet so love until you're dead And no one knew that they were on the edge Cause life is short and love is sweet so love until you're dead She's three drinks down and she's crying No fight is worth fighting No fight is worth dying "But all love is worth fighting for
Dylan listened to the words, biting on to his bottom lip. He liked it, a lot actually, yet… it didn't feel like him. It fit her perfectly though. "Honestly, you sound so good for that song." Dylan admitted, sighing softly.
She sighed "I will help you come up with a song but Thank you " she blushed again
Dylan smiled in response, but slowly dropped it as a thought came to him. "Why aren't you singing, like me?" He asked softly, seeming dead serious. "Why aren't you a professional singer?"
"I'm not good enough or pretty enough" she said
"You're definitely good enough to sing on stage." Dylan told her, standing up from his seat and holding a hand out to her. "And plenty pretty. I mean, come on. I'm on stage, I'm not the most attractive guy around."
She took his hand "of course you are " she said" damn did I say that out loud?' she muttered to herself
"Trust me, I'm really not. Put me next to literally any other guy, and I'm just basic." Dylan insisted, leading her on across the room to a closet. "I'm a skinny, average young man. The only special thing about me, is that I'm so called famous."
"Dylan my whole life I've been made fun of plus I prefer Wednesday writing" she said
"I'm just saying, you could make it if you tried. Show everyone who ever hated you, wrong. That's how it works most of the time." Dylan hummed, pulling the closet door open.
"What are we doing?" She asked
"I'm grabbing my guitar." He told her, letting go of her hand so he could grab it. Though when he pulled it out, it was much smaller than expected.
For some reason she liked when he held her hand and when he let go she just felt kinda Empty
As he held up the little guitar, he flipped it over to the back so she could see a few signatures. "I got this guitar when I was nine years old."
"wow well I um have a violin it's no gutair that's for sure" she said
Dylan smiled up at her, tracing his finger over the signatures with a soft sigh. “I’m sure it’s lovely… do you know how to play? Guitar I mean.”
"Yes I do" she said
Nodding a bit, he walked back over to the piano bench, and sat down on the edge. Strumming it, he cringed before going to put it in tune. “Then maybe we should Try with guitar. Sometimes writing songs go better that way, for myself.”
She sat on the opposite side of it thier legs brushing together
Once the guitar was in tune, he strummed a gentle tune before smiling brightly. "This is an older one, and clearly much smaller, but it should work for now." Dylan hummed, glancing over to her.
She put a hand on his neck "Songwriting is not easy but I s not the hardest thing in the world" she said "It took me while but to write a love song you have to be able to experience it so tell me when you get up and sing who do you think about?" She asked
Pausing to think, he stared down at the floor. “My dad… my sister. Whoever I saw last between the two of them.” Dylan whispered, glancing over to her.
She sighed and moved her hand to his cheek " I'm sorry" she whispered starting to remove her hand