Page 67 of Lost Lyrics

Together . . . for all time

“Fuck.” Cole smirked. “You just came up with that? This is why you write most of the lyrics.”

“I can just spin more shit than you.” I chuckled, fixing my typos, and saved what I’d written.

“That’s true.” Slip laughed and placed his guitar over his legs. He tinkered at the strings, mimicking the way I’d read the lines. “You are full of shit.”

My laugh rumbled low through my chest. Fuck, I loved these guys. “Don’t make jokes. You’re next.”

Slip thumbed a string and stared at his fingers. “Me? Okay. I’m honestly happy to be alive. Clean. Sober. With Maddy.” He rested his arm on top of his guitar and spoke from the heart. “I was so fucked up at the end of our last tour. It took a long time to get better. But I did. I’m confident I won’t relapse. I’m here for me, to prove that I can do this sober. I’m here because I love you guys and music. I need you to survive. And Maddy. She inspires me to be the best person I can be every day. I’ve known she’s the one for years, since the first time we slept together. But that feeling grew stronger when we went publicwith our relationship, and she said yes to marrying me...both times...in Vegas and after rehab. She is it. Forever.”

“You two are meant to be.” I tinkered on the laptop keys, the words flowing.

“We are.” Smiling, he strummed his strings. “She’s the best.”

“How’s this?” I read my words with more of a storytelling beat:

Sunset . . . Vegas

The lights . . . endless

A slow dance . . . Champagne

Diamonds . . . A veil

Morning . . . Goodbyes

Your tears . . . Heart break

Cameras . . . Cruel words

Rumors . . . that hurt

But you . . . and I

Are ride . . . or die

Our love’s . . . so strong

We can’t . . . be wrong

This is . . . so right

I’m yours . . . You’re mine

Every day . . . and night

I’m yours . . . You’re mine

Together . . . for all time

Slip played a few chords, then shot forward and jotted down some notes on his new notebook. “I like the beat. The lyrics, not so much, but it’s a start.”

Slip didn’t totally shoot me down, so that was good.

“Lewis?” I swiveled my laptop toward him. “You?”

“Me?” He scratched the tip of his chin. “Fuck, guys...I’m here because finding you was my destiny. I’ve had so many amazing experiences since moving to LA. It’s been mind-blowing, life altering, incredibly good, and totally crazy. From auditioning for you, to now being a Flintlock, to meeting Tia, to having ababy soon. I’ve found the family I’ve always wanted. I have a home. I was born to play with you. Nothing beats doing what I love with my best friends. I’m here for you. For Tia. To make music, perform on stage, entertain the fans, and tour. Fuck, you could write a novel about those things, not just a verse.”

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