I sat next to him and sipped some coffee.
“Teagan, I know what you’re doing and I’m not mad about it. What you don’t understand is that when I write a song, it’s not just chords and notes in a key put in a pleasing sounding order. There’s an extreme amount of emotion in every song I’ve written. I’ve written melodies that brought me to tears as I played them. I’ve written lyrics that made me angry to the point of breaking something. That’s why it’s so difficult to finish that piece. The emotion isn’t there for me anymore.”
“I get it…”
He cut me off. ” Not really. You see that chord progression is in the key of G. The chords are the same as a hundred other songs. G, C, D.”
He walked to the piano and started playing and singing Ring of Fire, then Sweet Home Alabama. He stopped and walked back and took my hands.
“Teagan, do those songs sound the same?”
I shook my head.
“Exactly. They all use the same chords yet go to different places with them. It’s the different places that come from the heart. I could simply change keys and play a textbook chord pattern for the verse, and it would sound like it made sense but there’s no heart there.”
He paused and drank a bit of coffee.
“I don’t write like that. My hits all pretty much follow the same patterns that all songwriters use, because they are time tested and sound good, but we use our heart and soul to take them different places. Sometimes I slide in notes that are out of key. Sometimes I resolve to a chord that is outside the norms, it’s from here,” he thumped his chest. “and that’s gone now. She took it from me.”
I saw the tear fall down his cheek. I wiped it with my thumb and said, “I watched a video of you playing with her on Valentine’s Day. That was the day you found out she cheated on you, wasn’t it?”
He shook his head. “I knew she was changing. When she hit it big, her time was taken up by the business. I knew how it worked and expected it, but she promised that she wouldn’t let it ruin our relationship. I gave her an out. I told her that I’d let her go and she could experience her new life without me holding her back. I even offered to still have a working relationship and write her songs, but she said no. She said she didn’t want to lose me, and I bought it. I ended up proposing to her on the next Valentine’s Day. After making love to her that night, I wrote ‘Without Love, There’s No Life.’ It ended up being her biggest hit so far. Anyway, she went on tour for six months, and I didn’t see her until she came back to Nashville to record her album. I had all the songs ready for her, and life was good.
“Then she went on tour for the entire winter. She didn’t even come home for the holidays. Well, I hadn’t heard from her for a couple of weeks, so I flew out to that television performance. I figured we could go out and celebrate Valentine’s day afterward. When I walked up to the door of her dressing room, I thought I heard the sound of sex, but I wasn’t sure. I was pulled away by her manager when he saw me about to enter. He asked me to play on the show that was taping that afternoon. I agreed, of course.
“She didn’t know I was there until a few minutes later when she came out of her room for rehearsal. She made a big deal out of kissing me and turning my back to the dressing room door. I never saw if there was someone in there with her.
“I didn’t notice she wasn’t wearing her ring until I saw her flirting with her guitar player on that stage. I was so pissed at her flagrant disrespect of me, I finished the song and stormed off the stage. I stopped in her dressing room and found her ring in her purse with her cell phone. I opened up her phone and there were dick pics and dirty texts that told me she was fucking her guitar player. I took the phone, the ring, and I wrote ‘we’re through,’ on the mirror with her lipstick.”
“I’m so sorry, Smith,” I whispered.
He nodded and gave me a wan smile. “I went through her phone during the flight home. She was exchanging naked pictures with several guys, including her manager. That guy was old enough to be her grandfather. I guess she got off on doing it or something, because it didn’t seem like they were having sex. There were other texts from other guys though she was definitely screwing. She didn’t bother deleting anything.”
“God damned Lindsay Taylor,” I said. “I can’t believe it never got out. I’d think you dumping her for being the biggest slut in the music industry would’ve made waves.”
He shook his head. “I’m not real proud of it, but I extorted her with the phone. I told her if anyone found out why I broke up with her, she’d see her and her friends’ nude pictures all over the internet. From what I understand, she’s spent a lot of money buying off reporters. I didn’t want anyone to know I couldn’t keep my fiancé happy.”
“Wow. Remind me not to piss you off,” I said as I hugged him. “Forget the bitch, Smith. You’ve got me now, and I’m a one-man kinda woman.”
“I’ve got you, huh?” he asked and kissed me.
“Yep, and that comes with certain benefits.”
He smiled his real smile and asked, “What would those be?”
I slid down to the floor and moved my hands up his thighs. “You know, this is our magical third date.”
He smirked as I slid his sweatpants down. “I still think we’ve only had one date.”
“Okay, I’ll stop,” I said and pulled my hands back.
“No, no! I’m willing to follow your train of thought on it.”
“Thought you might,” I said and pulled his boxers to his ankles. I smiled when his hardening shaft bounced up. “Very nice, Smith. Very nice.”
I grabbed the base of his fully hard penis and took the head into my mouth.
“Mm,” I moaned when I tasted his precum.
He held my hair back but didn’t move my head as I bobbed along enjoying my new long, thick toy. He groaned when I started licking his balls and stroked him slowly to edge him.
“So, good, Teagan. So fucking good,” he whispered as I continued my fellatio artistry. I was one of those stereotypical girls that kept her virginity by learning how to suck my boyfriends to pleasure rather than give them all of me. I eventually lost it in college and that opened up the flood gates but I learned to love giving blowjobs early.
I doubled my efforts. I wanted him to cum then and I felt his anxiousness to do it. I wondered when the last time he’d been with a woman was.
“I’m close, baby,” he groaned and a few moments later the first spurt hit the back of my throat.
His legs shot out straight and it almost made me laugh. I couldn’t see them, but I imagined his toes curled.
“Oh, shit! Teee-gaaaan.”
His reactions were priceless. It was like my first time back in high school.
I cleaned him with my tongue slurped off him with an audible pop. “You liked that, huh?”
He smiled, “You have no idea. I’ve only had a handful in my life.”
“What?” I shrieked.
“Mm, hm. I happened to have had back-to-back long-term relationships with women who refused to do it.”
“You poor man. Well, I love to do it, so you’re going to be a happy man, lover.”
God damned, Lindsay Taylor.
***
“Do you have a plan for lunch, honey?” he asked as I woke up in his arms. He fell asleep after the blowjob, and instead of waking him, I snuggled up into his chest for my own nap.