"I'd like to be
Under the sea
In an Octopus' Garden
In the shade"
The Ipod dock blared as I layed on my stomach atop my bed with a notebook and a pencil in front of me. This song had some of my favorite guitar parts in it, and I was hoping that it might help to inspire me. You see, I was attempting to write some lyrics, but it wasn't going too well. So, naturally, I was listening to the Beatles hoping for some inspiration. No such luck.
"Ugh. This shouldn't be this hard." I groaned to the empty room as the song changed and Paul began singing about all the lonely people and wondering where they all came from.
After plucking out a few random chords on my guitar, and many failed attempts at writing any new lyrics, I put the guitar, pencil, and notebook away. "Screw it. We can just practice some cover songs tomorrow." With that decided I went down to my open window and looked down at the street below. I glanced down at my alarm and saw that it was 2 am. Sighing, I went over to my Beatles-theme calendar and crossed out the box marked "June 23, 2009". I was not looking forward to the next day considering I had promised the band that I'd have a new song ready for them, but I was having absolutely no luck with it and my motto was "If it's not done by 2 am then screw it, it's not getting done at all."
"Ugh and I have classes in the morning." I groaned to myself. "I really wish I didn't have to go to classes or band practice tomorrow." I sighed, looking out the window and up at the stars.
With a yawn, I fell back onto her bed and snuggled up next to my nice warm pillow. The last thing I remembered was hearing Ringo scream about the blisters on his fingers. After that I was, as the saying goes, out like a light.
