Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport.
General opinion started to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere.
Often it's not particularly news worthy but it's always there.
Fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends.
When the plane hit the twin towers, as far as I know, none of the calls from people on board were messages of hate or revenge; they were all messages of love.
If you look for it, I have a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
Arthur closed his eyes as the music started up, getting into the groove, dancing a little on his stool.
"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes, Love is-"Alfred cringes; he did it again. "All around me, and so the-"The music stops and Arthur looks at Alfred on the other side of the glass. His headphones ring as Alfred reaches for the intercom and he cringes slightly. "I'm afraid you did it again Artie." Arthur sighs in exasperation. They've been in this studio for hours trying to make a new cover of one of his old hits.
He wasn't an idiot though, he knew this was complete bullshit and that the only reason he was going through with this was because he needed the cash. He looks at Alfred again. "It's just I know the old version so well, you know…"
Alfred smiles at him and Arthur can see his manager is just as tired of this as he is. "Well, we all do; that's why we're making the new version!" Alfred makes a face as if to say 'I know this sucks but we gotta do it!' Arthur shakes himself, preparing to start again. "Right, okay let's go." The music starts up again and Alfred smiles, sitting back in his chair.
"I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes," Alfred leans forward, a smile on his face. "Love is all around-"Alfred and the other two sound guys deflate. He did it again. "Oh fuck, wank, bugger, shitting arsehead and hole." The backup singers who've been here just as long dealing with this mess are starting to look uncomfortable. "Start again." The music starts up for what must have been the hundredth time that day.
"I feel it in my fingers; I feel it in my toes." Alfred is dancing along with Arthur, who's trying to not get lost in the music so he can remember the bloody lyrics. "Christmas is all around me-"Alfred's arms shoot up and a huge smile lights up his face. The man finally did it! "And so the feeling grows. It's written in the wind, it's everywhere I go." Both Arthur and Alfred are dancing, getting into the groove of the new-old song. "So if you really love Christmas, come on and let it snow!" Arthur sobers up and looks at Alfred.
"This is shit, isn't it?"
Alfred looks like he's about to start laughing when he leans into the intercom and says, "Yup; solid gold shit Maestro!" Arthur chuckles. Maybe being in this studio all day wasn't so bad. After all, Alfred was here.
A/N: it's occurred to me that some people aren't as familiar with the names as I am, so I'll be putting the characters name in relation to the country here at the bottom. If you're confused on any names, just take a quick scroll down to the bottom!
Alfred Jones: America
Arthur Kirkland: England
