Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, 3:28
"You know that this is kind of cheesy," Casey mutters, "right?"
"How can you profess to be a musician, and not bow before the wonder that is the Beatles?"
"Was," Casey corrects. "But, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds? It's not exactly the way I pictured my debut."
Derek frames up the shot with his camera. "That's why I'm the photographer, and you are the one posing. And, it's our debut, by the way, Casey."
She rolls her eyes and plays with the fluff of 'cloud' on which she was sitting. "D-Rock would still have been stuck in Ralph's parents' garage if it wasn't for me."
"Modest, aren't you?" he teases. "Look up, towards the stars."
"Derek, they're Christmas lights."
The auburn-haired man sighs. "Have you no vision?"
"Not when you're involved," the young woman replies. "Besides, shouldn't we make some kind of new statement with the release of our first CD?"
"It's only inspired by the song. Besides, it's not like we're going to title the album, D-Rock in the Sky with Diamonds."
She chuckles. "I suppose not. Are you going to break that fact to Ralph?"
He stops. "Tell me you're kidding."
Biting her lip, the brunette shakes her head. "I wish I was."
Derek drops the cord. "I sent him to talk to the company today. Oh, god. I need… where's my phone? Ralph," he groans, searching his pockets for his cell phone.
Casey hides a smile.
Cussing, he turns to her. "Can I use yours? If he tells the producer that's what we want to call it, I am going to kill him."
"Derek."
"What?" he growls.
She crosses her arms. "Chill out, okay? I was joking."
"Casey!"
"I do have a question, though."
"Shoot."
"What does this photo have to do with any of our songs?"
"It doesn't."
"Then…why am I sitting on a chair covered in cotton balls?"
He grins at her. "It adds mystique. And, besides, you are a Space-Case."
"Der-ek!"