The sun rudely awoken the blonde the next morning. She reached over
to wrap her arms around Neil, and felt nothing. Opening one eye she saw
nothing but a rumpled blanket and some pillows. Sighing she got up and
walked through the apartment. Smelling cigarette smoke she headed toward
their workspace. She paused as she saw Neil working.
Clad only in jeans with a guitar in his lap, his body was engulfed in smoke, but his face was gently lit by the sun. He was playing the same cords over and over and cussing as he strummed the wrong note to follow.
"Good morning sweetie." Molly offered as he yelled out.
He turned his head slightly and nodded at Molly.
"I know exactly how I want this damn song to sound, but is isn't coming out right. I should just..." Neil paused and collected himself, "I'm just ranting now. Whatever." Then he turned his head back and fell into his music again.
Feeling suffocated by all the smoke, Molly went over and opened the window behind him, and noticed how red his eyes were.
"Oh Honey, did you even sleep last night?" she asked with concern.
"Of course I was their when you went to sleep right?" he brushed her off and plucked at the guitar loudly.
"How long did you sleep for? Go back to bed and I will bring you breakfast in a couple hours ok." she pleaded.
"Calm the fuck down Molly. I only slept a few hours because I wasn't tired anymore and this song is really getting to me. Just leave me alone for a couple hours ok." He snapped back.
Molly stared at him in disbelief and wanted to cry, then snapped back to reality. She pulled the guitar out his lap and stormed to the other side of the room.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again." She yelled, and Neil jumped up.
"What are we arguing about for Christ Sake? I just want to work on my music and you want to keep at it and... I just.... I just want you to leave me alone Molly. God damnit!" Neil shouted and threw his papers on the floor. Then he sat down and put his head in his hands.
"Fuck this" He whispered. He disappeared to the bathroom and Molly stood dumfounded. She placed the guitar back in it's stand and turned the ceiling fan on. A moment later Neil walked back into the room sniffling. Molly walked over to his and stared at him, and noticed his nose was bleeding. Staring at him in disbelief for a second, she then slapped him.
"I thought you were quitting that shit Neil!" she was now livid. "Why the hell are you doing drugs? I can't take it!"
"Molly I don't want to talk about this right now. It's not a good time. I love you but it's not a good time. The label is pushing me to get the record out sooner, and I need to focus on my work. I can't have you in my way." He pushed her away gently and went to get his guitar.
"I use to inspire you, and now I'm in your way." She whispered. Neil didn't look at her so she left the room.
Clad only in jeans with a guitar in his lap, his body was engulfed in smoke, but his face was gently lit by the sun. He was playing the same cords over and over and cussing as he strummed the wrong note to follow.
"Good morning sweetie." Molly offered as he yelled out.
He turned his head slightly and nodded at Molly.
"I know exactly how I want this damn song to sound, but is isn't coming out right. I should just..." Neil paused and collected himself, "I'm just ranting now. Whatever." Then he turned his head back and fell into his music again.
Feeling suffocated by all the smoke, Molly went over and opened the window behind him, and noticed how red his eyes were.
"Oh Honey, did you even sleep last night?" she asked with concern.
"Of course I was their when you went to sleep right?" he brushed her off and plucked at the guitar loudly.
"How long did you sleep for? Go back to bed and I will bring you breakfast in a couple hours ok." she pleaded.
"Calm the fuck down Molly. I only slept a few hours because I wasn't tired anymore and this song is really getting to me. Just leave me alone for a couple hours ok." He snapped back.
Molly stared at him in disbelief and wanted to cry, then snapped back to reality. She pulled the guitar out his lap and stormed to the other side of the room.
"Don't you ever talk to me like that again." She yelled, and Neil jumped up.
"What are we arguing about for Christ Sake? I just want to work on my music and you want to keep at it and... I just.... I just want you to leave me alone Molly. God damnit!" Neil shouted and threw his papers on the floor. Then he sat down and put his head in his hands.
"Fuck this" He whispered. He disappeared to the bathroom and Molly stood dumfounded. She placed the guitar back in it's stand and turned the ceiling fan on. A moment later Neil walked back into the room sniffling. Molly walked over to his and stared at him, and noticed his nose was bleeding. Staring at him in disbelief for a second, she then slapped him.
"I thought you were quitting that shit Neil!" she was now livid. "Why the hell are you doing drugs? I can't take it!"
"Molly I don't want to talk about this right now. It's not a good time. I love you but it's not a good time. The label is pushing me to get the record out sooner, and I need to focus on my work. I can't have you in my way." He pushed her away gently and went to get his guitar.
"I use to inspire you, and now I'm in your way." She whispered. Neil didn't look at her so she left the room.