Page 69 of Lost Lyrics

Is for you . . . my love

My soul’s . . . on fire

You take . . . me higher

One door . . . I opened

My heart . . . exploded

Got down . . . on one knee

You are . . . my everything

One ring . . . for you

Can’t wait . . . to say I do

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

“Damn.” Lewis play-punched me in the arm. I just grinned as I stared at the words pasted across my screen. He thenshoved my thigh. “Not bad for our first effort.”

“Thanks.” I hit save. Those moments had brought us here. They were why we were here. It was what we lived for. I loved that.

But what impressed me more than the lyrics I’d written was the fact the guys had come up with a sick beat. My words would probably never see the light of day, but I liked the music. I picked up my guitar from its rest spot against the side of the sofa and positioned it on my lap. I zoned in on Lewis’s and Slip’s fingers and listened to the beat. The rhythm. The chords they were playing.

I joined in. Cole tweaked his tempo, drumming his sticks faster and faster against the coffee table. Lewis hit record on his laptop to capture the tune.

“Fuck this. I need to play on the kit.” Cole leaped to his feet, raced over to his drums, and took to his stool. His pedals captured the beat. His sticks snared the drums.

How could we not join in?

I put down my acoustic, dashed over to my rack of guitars, and grabbed my electric Fender. I plugged it in and stood in front of Cole. Lewis glided over with his bass. Slip picked up his electric guitar off the stand beside his mic and jumped in.

But after a few minutes of us playing, finding the chords and rhythm and beat, Cole caught his cymbals, silencing them. “That’s awesome. It’s something we can work with. But...” Fire blazed in his eyes. “Can we just jam?”

“Fuck yeah.” I stuck the strings on my guitar. The need burning in the guys’ eyes matched the fire skipping through my veins. Slip and Lewis nodded. My fingers quivered against the fretboard, ready to glide across the steel stings. “Let’s go for thirty minutes, then it’s back to work.”

“Yes, boss.” Slip slayed a wicked riff on his guitar.Show-off.

Laughing, I stepped over and clipped him over the head. Ihated it when he called meboss. I was the lead singer, but we were an equal team.Always. “Are you able to keep up for that long? If you don’t, you’re buying lunch.”

“Oh, I’ll keep up.” He adjusted a tuning key. “Let’s play.”

“Lewis? Cole?” I jutted my chin at them. “You in on this?”

“What? Play for thirty minutes without stopping? That’s not even a challenge.” Cockiness swaggered through Cole’s tone. “I’m in.”

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