But Dove and I felt like old friends by the time we’d finished that first lunch.When I’d told her I’d recently broken up with girlfriend, she’d even suggested a couple possible blind dates that I passed on. “Okay, I left a key on the table,” Dove announced as she came back into the room wearing a cute little floral print skirt and a white blouse, hair up in a ponytail.“Go ahead and start getting ready while I finish up this little bit,” I said.“Just kick me out when you’re ready.” “I could give you a key and tell you to lock up after yourself, just don’t let Ryan find you here if we come back here after dinner,” Dove said, laughing as she headed up the stairs to get ready.Maybe that was why her boyfriend hated me, that she actually enjoyed spending time and had chemistry with some other guy. Having worked with other songwriters before, I’d figured out that the success or failure of such partnerships often hinged more on how well personalities meshed than it did the abilities of those involved.Sure it helped if there was something to be mined in there, but two people that didn’t get along and constantly bristled against each other had to work that much harder just to get anything done.As Dove hummed what was in her head, I translated onto the piano.
Any resemblance to reality is entirely coincidental.Feedback, comments, praise, criticism, death threats, nude photos, etc. Go fuck yourself and go read something else if you dislike those codes or want something more. “Then bring in the horns as everything explodes in a burst of energy,” I said, nodding as it looked like we were firmly on the same page.can be sent to voodoojoe2000 at yahoo dot com (come on, you can assemble that into an actual e-mail address). Feel free to distribute to friends, enemies, lovers, hopeful lovers, whatever, just keep my name and e-mail address on the story or I shall hunt you down and make you write the whole damn thing out by hand. “That sounds great,” Dove said, excited as we made headway on our song.“I guess I’ll call Uber then,” Dove sighed, flipping through her phone.“Come on, I’ll give you a ride,” I said, grabbing her shoulders and turning her towards the door. “Well, you can wait around here for ten minutes until a car picks you up, or we can leave now,” I pointed out, pushing her out the door. ” Ryan called out, using her real name as he saw Dove getting out of the car. “My car wouldn’t start, he gave me a ride,” Dove said as I took my cue and left.No, it was her two-hundred-fifty pounds of pure muscle boyfriend that convinced me to change my ways.