long moment, drinking one another in. I feel like I could stay here forever, beneath these beautiful stars and lights.
In the magic of this moment together I have a surge of inspiration. I want to capture how I feel about Adam in a song. I don’t know if I can do it. The feelings I have are so powerful. But I’d like to try.
‘I’d like to write you a song too,’ I whisper.
Adam smiles at me, his eyes full of love.
‘Maybe one day,’ he says. ‘I’d love to hear it.’
‘ No,’ I say. ‘Not one day. Now. I’d like it to be my competition song.’
He frowns slightly.
‘Do you think that’s a good idea?’
‘ Probably not,’ I admit. ‘It’s ambitious. But I feel like a different song writer is emerging. And I don’t want to play it safe. I want to shoot for the stars,’ I add, smiling at the analogy.
Adam gives a little laugh.
‘It’s one of the things I admire most about you,’ he says. ‘Your bravery.’
‘ Then you’ll help me?’ I press. ‘With the song. I don’t think I’ll be able to do it without your help.’
He nods slowly.
‘I’ll help,’ he says. ‘But only if you’re really sure. What you’re suggesting… You’ll be giving a lot of yourself.’
I nod. ‘I know. I’ve only ever sung about past relationships before. This would be really different. But I think it could be good.’
I relax back into his arms, staring up at the incredible starscape.
Some ideas have already started floating through my head. About how he makes me feel.
When I’m with Adam, I am more naked than I’ve ever been before. But in a good way. I play around with lyrics and harmonies, trying to fit this to music.
And before I know it, I’ve fallen into a deep sleep.
Chapter 8
The next morning, the northern lights have been replaced by a bright frozen sky. We spend an hour luxuriating in indulgent love-making, relishing our time together. With the competition finale in a few days, there’s a punishing schedule ahead.
After a light breakfast, Adam takes me out into the snowy wilds where a small log cabin awaits us.
‘I thought we could compose here for the day,’ he says showing me inside. ‘It’s where I write music sometimes. The solitude is helpful.’
I take in the c osy interior, which is like a miniature version of the large cabin where we ate dinner and took breakfast.
There are animal furs and throws, and a wood-burning stove which has been loaded with blazing wood. In the corner are a few guitars and a keyboard.
I grin at Adam, and then move to pick one of the guitars up.
‘This is perfect,’ I assure him. ‘Exactly right.’
I take in the cabin with pleasure. I could hardly think of a better place to compose this next song. It’s all about being raw and free and pure. The location is ideal.
I strum a few chords, and murmur a few of my early lyrics.
‘ Everything is stripped away, only you remain…’
‘ Wow,’ says Adam, ‘I think this is going to be hard. To work with you, knowing you’re singing about me.’
I look up at him.
‘But it sounds like the beginnings of a great song,’ he continues. ‘Really fresh and different. I think you’re coming into your own with this one Summer. I know a hit song when I hear it, and I think you’re on your way.’
‘ Thanks.’ I’m flattered by his praise.
‘ I think you could be braver with your vocal range though,’ he says.
‘ You do?’
Adam nods.
‘When you’re reaching the end of the song, I think it could benefit from a more dynamic range from low to high notes.’
‘ What do you mean?’ I ask. As far as I knew, I packed quite a range into the last bridge.
‘ I mean,’ says Adam, ‘it sounds incredible. Most singers should be happy with it. But you’re not most singers Summer. I think you can push yourself even further.’
My eyebrows raise. ‘Most singers would already consider that last section hard to sing,’ I point out.
Adam nods. ‘I know. It is hard to sing.
In the magic of this moment together I have a surge of inspiration. I want to capture how I feel about Adam in a song. I don’t know if I can do it. The feelings I have are so powerful. But I’d like to try.
‘I’d like to write you a song too,’ I whisper.
Adam smiles at me, his eyes full of love.
‘Maybe one day,’ he says. ‘I’d love to hear it.’
‘ No,’ I say. ‘Not one day. Now. I’d like it to be my competition song.’
He frowns slightly.
‘Do you think that’s a good idea?’
‘ Probably not,’ I admit. ‘It’s ambitious. But I feel like a different song writer is emerging. And I don’t want to play it safe. I want to shoot for the stars,’ I add, smiling at the analogy.
Adam gives a little laugh.
‘It’s one of the things I admire most about you,’ he says. ‘Your bravery.’
‘ Then you’ll help me?’ I press. ‘With the song. I don’t think I’ll be able to do it without your help.’
He nods slowly.
‘I’ll help,’ he says. ‘But only if you’re really sure. What you’re suggesting… You’ll be giving a lot of yourself.’
I nod. ‘I know. I’ve only ever sung about past relationships before. This would be really different. But I think it could be good.’
I relax back into his arms, staring up at the incredible starscape.
Some ideas have already started floating through my head. About how he makes me feel.
When I’m with Adam, I am more naked than I’ve ever been before. But in a good way. I play around with lyrics and harmonies, trying to fit this to music.
And before I know it, I’ve fallen into a deep sleep.
Chapter 8
The next morning, the northern lights have been replaced by a bright frozen sky. We spend an hour luxuriating in indulgent love-making, relishing our time together. With the competition finale in a few days, there’s a punishing schedule ahead.
After a light breakfast, Adam takes me out into the snowy wilds where a small log cabin awaits us.
‘I thought we could compose here for the day,’ he says showing me inside. ‘It’s where I write music sometimes. The solitude is helpful.’
I take in the c osy interior, which is like a miniature version of the large cabin where we ate dinner and took breakfast.
There are animal furs and throws, and a wood-burning stove which has been loaded with blazing wood. In the corner are a few guitars and a keyboard.
I grin at Adam, and then move to pick one of the guitars up.
‘This is perfect,’ I assure him. ‘Exactly right.’
I take in the cabin with pleasure. I could hardly think of a better place to compose this next song. It’s all about being raw and free and pure. The location is ideal.
I strum a few chords, and murmur a few of my early lyrics.
‘ Everything is stripped away, only you remain…’
‘ Wow,’ says Adam, ‘I think this is going to be hard. To work with you, knowing you’re singing about me.’
I look up at him.
‘But it sounds like the beginnings of a great song,’ he continues. ‘Really fresh and different. I think you’re coming into your own with this one Summer. I know a hit song when I hear it, and I think you’re on your way.’
‘ Thanks.’ I’m flattered by his praise.
‘ I think you could be braver with your vocal range though,’ he says.
‘ You do?’
Adam nods.
‘When you’re reaching the end of the song, I think it could benefit from a more dynamic range from low to high notes.’
‘ What do you mean?’ I ask. As far as I knew, I packed quite a range into the last bridge.
‘ I mean,’ says Adam, ‘it sounds incredible. Most singers should be happy with it. But you’re not most singers Summer. I think you can push yourself even further.’
My eyebrows raise. ‘Most singers would already consider that last section hard to sing,’ I point out.
Adam nods. ‘I know. It is hard to sing.
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