The band Lifehouse! The girls are doing music by them! And okay, I will let them do other bands songs but Lifehouse is the priority.

Anastasia

For the past few hours we have been working on this idea of Christian's and have came up empty handed. He has given us the first few lines but that's about it. I have a major headache and Christian is getting irritated. I don't blame him. He started the shit though.

As Christian sits at the piano, erasing and rewriting lyrics, I lay on the carpeted floor kicking my foot. I'm trying to think of ideas but this doesn't seem like my song, my emotions. Yet, it's like he's trying to add something to it.

I stand up and walk back over to the piano and take a seat next to this stubborn man. My eyes fall on the words that are written on the piece of paper.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

It's not that I don't like them. I actually love them. It's just that I can't seem to find the words to go after these.

I watch Christian's fingers glide across the keys and begin to play. It's beautiful but doesn't seem like the right tempo for this particular song. I think he figures that out to, because he brings his hands down hard on the keys and grabs his hair in irritation. I put a hand on his back, watching him relax.

"Stop stressing Christian. You don't need to figure all of this out in a few hours." I tell him.

"You're right." I smile at him. "But I need to accomplish more than this shit. I have the words in my head Ana. My hand just doesn't want to cooperate with me."

"Why don't you try taking a break?" he shakes his head.

"Not until I get this figured out baby. I can't lose this idea. No matter if it doesn't want to work with me." he sighs.

I've never seen him so tense besides when I first saw him. His songs are amazing but right now I can tell things don't want to work. I wish I could help him. I would offer to help with the song but my mind has come up blank and every writer knows better than to mess with another person's work, especially if you have no work in mind.

Something did pop into my mind though. I know how to help this irritated man relax and it has nothing to do with a piano and sheet music.

I take the pencil out of his hand, as he begins to erase another line and pull his mouth to mine. He grabs my shoulders, pulling away.

"I can't write now Ana." he groans against my lips.

I run my tongue along his bottom lip. "Just one little break baby. You've been sitting here for hours." his grip tightens on my shoulders.

"Baby you know I ca-" I stop him.

"Don't you want me?" I whisper. I feel his breath catch against my lips. Gotcha.

"One small break." he says quietly.

"Just a small one." I say, bringing his mouth to mine.

He throws one leg over the bench so that he's facing my way and continues to kiss me. His hands slide down my legs, grabbing them, and placing them over his thighs. Christian's hands wrap around my lower back, pushing me closer to him. I can feel how hard he is through the fabric of my tights.

His arms tighten around me, and he starts to stand up. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold onto him. He moves away from the bench and lowers us to the ground. I see that he's debating about something though. I know he wants to do this.

I run my fingers through his hair. "What's wrong baby?" he starts to open his mouth, but I stop him before he gives the obvious reason. "Besides the song." he sighs.

"It's that Ana. This is the first duet I have ever wrote. I don't want to disappoint. The song you and I sung was just adding a few echoes in."

"Baby, stop thinking about this right now. Right in this moment, it's just you and me."

A shy smile appears on his face. I bring his lips back to mine, but pull away quickly. Ding! Ding! Ding! Idea alert!

"I have an idea!" I tell him quickly. He gets up, and grabs my hand to help me.

I get to the bench before him and grab the pencil and paper. I keep thinking the words over and over in my head again so they will stay intact. And luckily they did. I hand the paper over to Christian and his frown turns into a smile. His fingers slightly stumble over the keys as they try to find their baring, but when he finds his tempo he's there.

Christian begins to play at a beautiful pace and keeps his eyes on his fingers. His lips start to move but then stop, as if he's trying to make sure if it would be the right pronunciation. Several times he does this, but finally comes to a decision to finally let the words come farther than the edge of his lips.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

He keeps repeating the same stanzas over and over again. A frown starts to form on his face again. I start to sing with him. He looks over at me, frustration in his tone. I know he's not mad at me, only at himself. He shouldn't be.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

Again, we repeat the words. He doesn't give up and neither do I. This man is so very stubborn but that's what that attracts me to him besides his caring side. He wants to give his fans the best, to not disappoint them. That's why this is bugging him.

I lay my head on his shoulder and feel him lay his head against mine. I watch as he stops playing and grabs the paper. He writes a few things down on the paper that's been crumpled up, tore, erased so much that there are holes in it. The next few words surprise me.

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

He puts the pencil and paper back down and his fingers fall back to the keys of the piano. He starts from the beginning again, and as the words fall from his lips my chest tightens.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

He just keeps repeating them over and over again. I don't know whether or not I should join in or not because the look on his face shows that he's so content right now. I don't want to disturb that peace right now.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

I listen as he adds the chorus back to it, but still confused about where to go next. My mind drifts to the far shadows that hide many of the things you want. My brain goes digging to see if I can find any words that can relate to the situation.

A timer goes off and I'm able to keep the words running as I grab the paper and pencil. Christian looks at me, his face showing no emotion as he still spills the words from his mouth. I lay the paper on the top of the piano and write the rest down. I tap the pencil on my chin, thinking and hoping that this will sound right and be okay.

I put the paper back in the stand and watch Christian's reaction. His eyes scan the paper several times. After a moment, he looks up at me with a smile. I feel myself relax. He looks really happy with it. Maybe this will calm him down.

After singing the piece several times, I finally join him. He closes his eyes. I move back to sit on the bench with him. He stops playing and gets up. I run my fingers over the keys. Fingers run over the back of my neck, causing goosebumps to form. I look back and see a happy boyfriend.

He holds a hand out to me. I look at him confused. "Dance with me."

"We don't have music."

"Does it matter? Dance with me." I sigh. I can't say no when he is giving me a look like that.

I put my hand in his and he pulls me into his arms. He wraps an arm around my waist, while one hand stays in my other. Pulling me close to him words of the new song start flowing from his lips.

What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time

We just keep moving side to side.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

He smiles at me as he sings. I smile back, and start singing with him. Our voices start filling the room.

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words
You got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

He spins me, bringing me back closer to me.

Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful(He just sings this)
Everything he does is right(I just sing this)

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

And me and all of the people with nothing to do and nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you

What day is it?
And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive

He lays his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. I close mine as well. This man is so amazing. I don't even have to share him. I don't have to share him because he's mine and nobody elses.

He moves his head away from mine and looks down at me. "Thank you." he tells me. I frown.

"For what?"

"For helping me not lose it." he smiles. I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I would have done the same thing if you weren't here to help me." I say honestly.

"One song finished." he starts.

"Many more to go." I finish.

He brings his lips to mine, encasing me in his arms. Fuck the music. Just let me be with this man and block everything else in this world out.

To all of the women who are in the Facebook group. I was kicked out for some reason, I think someone reported me? So I won't be updating there anymore. I can create a Facebook page of my own if you'd like, but there will be no more updates on that page by me sadly.