"Just because you have time for a mid life crisis, doesn't mean we all have to put our lives on hold for it!"
Chapter One: It's not lying it's being vague.
"I own one of the biggest homes in L.A, my wife is beautiful, my job pays me enough in a year for me to retire, I have several sports cars and yet I'm not happy. What's wrong with me?"
"Mr. Wyatt I'm afraid to say it's not that easy to fix your life by admitting your unhappy, there's not a simple answer I can give you that will solve it all for you. That's why you're here sir," that's the voice of my shrink, Mr. K Auburn. The most expensive and probably boring physiatrist in the whole state, but still if anyone can fix it it's him right? "when did you first star feeling this way? Do you feel there was anything that may of triggered these feeling for you sir?" I hate that 'sir,' I'm a person not just a suit.
"I dunno, that's why I came here," my voice sounds tired but that's not his falt so I try again, "I'm a lawyer for one of the biggest music companies in the world, yet I can't remember the first time I listened to something that I wasn't having to work for. Music was once so special to me, and now it's work."
"What made music so special for you?" God what's this guy want my life story? "can you give a example of the last time you felt truly 'connected' to your music?"
Considering I work day in and day out with people who choose to talk this way about a few notes, I still find it had to express my own feelings to something that one dominated my life. "I guess at college, me and my best mate Cole we where in a band, I sang and played guitar, he played bass, another guy Dan well we only had him cos he could play drums not that we liked him. quiet
Similar to most bands now a days," I chuckle he still looks dead. "When I sang I felt free, I was untouchable by anything, like when I first go into the court room and nothing can touch me. But now it's lost the glam my life use to have it's just a room, like it's just a guitar."
He scribbles down some notes, I swear he's making pretty pictures on that thing, and just as I try to peer over try to see what he's really up to, the board snaps back and his head snaps up. I smile uncomfortable, and he returns the favour. "have you ever thought maybe that the reason you felt connected to 'life' as it where at these times wasn't due to what you were doing but who you were with, you've previously mentioned this Cole guy in several of your more positive memories," that's probably because I grew up with him! "how is your relationship with him now?"
Well he married a sister to the women I loved, and then broke the heart of. I dumped him like a bag of bricks when I got the opportunity to work for a big lawyer firm shooting through the dream of me and him owning are own practise. An I haven't seen him for 7 years, they haven't seen me though for ten.
"I'd call it on rocky times at he moment," I don't lie I'm just vague.
"I see…" again he's scribbling something, "you know Mr. Wyatt we would get a lot further with these sessions if you told me the truth. But until then, that will be another appointment in two weeks time…" I stand up shake the man's hand, it's all very formal. I push on the handle of the door and he speaks, "you know Leo," the first time he's ever used my first name, "I don't think you need a Dr. I think you need a friend, and I think you should start with that rocky relationship, or at least turn on the radio once in a while. Don't you think?"
"I think I'm paying you to be a shrink, not a friend Dr. I'll see you in two weeks." I closed the door. An it hit me, I had got everything I'd always wanted, I should of be happy, but it turned out I had wanted the wrong things for too long.
Chapter two...
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