Chapter Six
[b]Dear Luke,
You're one month old now, and I was spurred to write tonight by my need for you to experience what I'm feeling.
Your mother and I just returned from a very special night. Remember when I told you that Mum was nominated for the Best Actress Oscar for her role in All Work and No Play? Well, tonight she won!
You'll never believe it, but Buffy and I were sitting right next to Ben Affleck, James Cameron and Al Pacino! It was bloody amazing. And when Whoopi Goldberg announced that Buffy Summers-Winsdor had won the Oscar, I think I went deaf in my right ear from the screech your mother let out. And she beat out some amazing people: Demi Moore, Cameron Diaz, Liv Tyler and Alyson Hannigan.
Well, now that I've filled you in on your very successful actress of a mother, I guess I'd better get back to the angsty story of Buffy and Spike, eh?
[i]The band and I were just finishing up our second song at the wrap party when I decided to play my song next.
Buffy was mingling in the crowd, cocktail in hand. She hadn't been looking at me for most of the night. When she first saw what band was playing, her eyes almost fell out of her head. It was right funny.
I'd made sure over months of practice that the band had perfected this particular song, and I have to say that we do play it well.
I leaned closer to the microphone and spoke into it, drawing the attention of almost everyone there.
"This song was written by me especially for one special woman."
Buffy looked up at me, love filling her eyes.
"Buffy Summers, this song is dedicated to you."
As soon as I played the first chord on my guitar, I was certain I had the entire party's attention.
[/b]*I don't need to see you on the television screen I don't want to see your face on Time magazine I know that you are finer than any movie queen I wanna see your face on the pillow next to me I don't care that you ain't been to all the finest schools It's all right by me if you break every golden rule 'Cause you got that body and you know how to use it And I got my guitar so I can make my music
Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love Making love Making love Making love
You don't need to think that you need fortune or fame I get so excited when you whisper my name Your sweet love is all it takes to make my fire burn All it takes is music to make my world turn turn Turn on my guitar, that'll turn me on Keep the music playing and let the feeling come You'll be the woman, I'll be the man And we'll make love and music any time we can
Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love Making love Making love Making love
Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love Making love Making love Making love[b]*[/i]
That was the song I wrote. Making Love and Music. Of course, by now you've heard it. I took you to the recording of Dark Side's first CD. You had a great time there. Most of the time you were napping.
But, right now, you're crying. I better go check your diaper.
~Dad[/b]
[b]Dear Luke,
You're one month old now, and I was spurred to write tonight by my need for you to experience what I'm feeling.
Your mother and I just returned from a very special night. Remember when I told you that Mum was nominated for the Best Actress Oscar for her role in All Work and No Play? Well, tonight she won!
You'll never believe it, but Buffy and I were sitting right next to Ben Affleck, James Cameron and Al Pacino! It was bloody amazing. And when Whoopi Goldberg announced that Buffy Summers-Winsdor had won the Oscar, I think I went deaf in my right ear from the screech your mother let out. And she beat out some amazing people: Demi Moore, Cameron Diaz, Liv Tyler and Alyson Hannigan.
Well, now that I've filled you in on your very successful actress of a mother, I guess I'd better get back to the angsty story of Buffy and Spike, eh?
[i]The band and I were just finishing up our second song at the wrap party when I decided to play my song next.
Buffy was mingling in the crowd, cocktail in hand. She hadn't been looking at me for most of the night. When she first saw what band was playing, her eyes almost fell out of her head. It was right funny.
I'd made sure over months of practice that the band had perfected this particular song, and I have to say that we do play it well.
I leaned closer to the microphone and spoke into it, drawing the attention of almost everyone there.
"This song was written by me especially for one special woman."
Buffy looked up at me, love filling her eyes.
"Buffy Summers, this song is dedicated to you."
As soon as I played the first chord on my guitar, I was certain I had the entire party's attention.
[/b]*I don't need to see you on the television screen I don't want to see your face on Time magazine I know that you are finer than any movie queen I wanna see your face on the pillow next to me I don't care that you ain't been to all the finest schools It's all right by me if you break every golden rule 'Cause you got that body and you know how to use it And I got my guitar so I can make my music
Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love Making love Making love Making love
You don't need to think that you need fortune or fame I get so excited when you whisper my name Your sweet love is all it takes to make my fire burn All it takes is music to make my world turn turn Turn on my guitar, that'll turn me on Keep the music playing and let the feeling come You'll be the woman, I'll be the man And we'll make love and music any time we can
Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love Making love Making love Making love
Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love and music Making love Making love Making love Making love[b]*[/i]
That was the song I wrote. Making Love and Music. Of course, by now you've heard it. I took you to the recording of Dark Side's first CD. You had a great time there. Most of the time you were napping.
But, right now, you're crying. I better go check your diaper.
~Dad[/b]