Long Live the Reckless and the Brave
Three
I beat my dad up to my room, diving onto my bed in victory. I sat up on my bed as my dad joined me, my guitar in his hands. I loved it when he and I would just play musci together. Most of the time it was us playing his music. All the old songs he wrote when he was my age up to the ones he played now for his thousands upon thousands of adoring fans all over the world. I was envious of what he has and I was inspired by him to go for it myself. I was gifted with the Gaskarth talent. I am my father's daughter.
"So where's your lastest journal," he asked. He knew I only put out my filled ones on my book shelf.
"No peeking at where I keep it, Dad. I leave it private until I fill it for a reason," I told him.
"Alright I won't peek," he smirked and cover his eyes as I went to my nightstand to get my journal out of the false bottom, "You're clear."
I opened up my journal to the current page I was working on. The song had no working title. I usually never title my songs until I finish them. That way I get the right name for it. I was always nervous when I showed my dad my lyrics. I tended to not have a filter when I write. Plus with knowing how great of a song writer he is, I'm a little intimitated by his prowess and that I'd disappoint him with my lack of skill. Somehow he always knew that I felt like this and would only look at my lyrics when I felt ready to share them; he never pressed me on it.
"Let me see what you got, princess," he asked, setting my guitar between us and holding his hand out to recieve my journal.
"It might be really bad, just so you know," I warned him as I handed it to him.
"Watching as I see you go, I know one day I will join you, I want to live the life out there, away from my precious little world. I'm tired of the same old maze, I'm tired of hiding my feelings and dreams. I want to leave this town behind, and see the world outside of the books on the desk. I wait and ponder, I try to find the right words. I want to say I miss you, but I want to phrase it better. You mean the world to me. I want to make you proud. You are the inspiration, for my words to take flight," my dad read aloud line by line. I was really nervous about him reading my words, that I was tugging at my hair as I combed it with my nimble fingers.
"What do you think, Dad," I asked him since he went silent for a moment.
"Were you writing about me," he asked.
"Yeah, I miss you all the time when you go out on the road. I want to make you rpoud all the time. I try really hard to help Mom out with Noelle and Liam. I cling to Tom since he's not just my twin brother, but also one of my best friends. I guess I handle my stress differently than you and Mom would like. A lot of the time, when I need music to help me feel less stressed out, it feels like it isn't enough," I told him, holding back my tears. I was an emotional train wreck a lot of the time when he's gone. When he's here I always get even more stress since I know he's passing through. Then I get the guilty feeling for always making things hard on Mom. Liam and Tom are always so helpful for her, doing as they're told. Noelle and I are harder since I'm always lashing out and she's going to be four and doesn't know any better.
"Stella, it's okay to let it out, okay. Your mom and I are here to listen to you let it out. Don't hold it in so much. Always talk to people about it. Go to Tom even. He's your other half and he loves you. Just promise to try harder to stay out of trouble," he kissed my forehead and wiped the tears that fell down my cheeks away.
"What did you think of my lyrics," I asked him.
"They're great. Keep working on this one and finish it," he smiled, "Are there any others you want to work on?"
"Yeah there are a couple I want you to look over too," I smiled back to him as he handed me my journal and I flipped through to find another song I wrote about a certain friend of mine I hope he wouldn't know who I was writing about.
After a couple hours of working on my lyrics with my dad and getting some chords laid for them, I decided to go hang out with my baby sister while Mom and Dad went out to run some arrands and visit Jack's parents. I walked up to the doorway to my sister's room, which was my old room when I was her age. With growing up out of being a pre-schooler to a big kid, I needed more space. I could see Noelle managing well in here.
I found Noelle on the floor with one of her big coloring books open and crayons scattered on the floor around her. I remember Mom and Dad talking about Noelle being like Dad and always made an organized mess when she was playing her toys or coloring.
"Hey Noelle," I greeted her, making her look up from her masterpiece.
"Stelly," she beamed when she saw me at the doorway, "Come color with me!"
"Okay," I walking and sit next to her, "What do you want me to do?"
"Color in Prince Phillip while I color in Rory," she instructed. Noelle loved the Disney princesses and Sleeping Beauty was one of her favorites. She couldn't say Aurora yet so she and I nicknamed her Rory.
"Sure thing, princess," I called her princess like Dad did with me. Noelle was a good kid. I could tell that she kept Mom on her toes at times, but Mom always told me Noelle was actually a more well behaved four year old than I was. Turned out Tom and I switched roles as the good kid and trouble maker when we got older.
After coloring with her for an hour, I heard Mom and Dad come in downstairs. I stayed with Noelle, helping her color in a picture from the Little Mermaid when I heard a knock on the doorframe. We turned around to find Mom standing there.
"There's my two girls," Mom smiled, sighing happily at seeing me spending time with Noelle.
"Hi Mom. How was it at Uncle Jack and Aunt Jasmin's," I asked. Since they were so close, I called Jack's parents my aunt and uncle since our dads got along like brothers.
"It was good. Jas knows your home with us for two more days and has offered to swing by with their little guy, Alex," Jack's baby brohter was six and in kindergarten but was best friends with Noelle. He went to school in the morning and would be home in the afternoons. A lot of the time, Aunt Jasmin brought him over to play.
"Ah, I see. So I'll be amusing both of them right," I asked her in a serious tone.
"Yes. Can I speak to you for a moment, Stella," Mom asked.
"I'll be back in a bit Noelle," I kissed my sister's hair as she continued to work on her picture.
"You're father told me about you lyrics that you wrote about him," she started when we got into the hall way.
"What about my lyrics," I asked her.
"He wanted my to ask you if you wanted to maybe record it when you finish the song. To help you and the others get material made to try shopping out to venue owners and promoters so you can play a few gigs to get a feel for what being a musician is really like," she offered.
"I'll have to talk to Tom, Jack, Aubree, and Nate first Mom," I told her, "I'll keep you posted."
"So where's your lastest journal," he asked. He knew I only put out my filled ones on my book shelf.
"No peeking at where I keep it, Dad. I leave it private until I fill it for a reason," I told him.
"Alright I won't peek," he smirked and cover his eyes as I went to my nightstand to get my journal out of the false bottom, "You're clear."
I opened up my journal to the current page I was working on. The song had no working title. I usually never title my songs until I finish them. That way I get the right name for it. I was always nervous when I showed my dad my lyrics. I tended to not have a filter when I write. Plus with knowing how great of a song writer he is, I'm a little intimitated by his prowess and that I'd disappoint him with my lack of skill. Somehow he always knew that I felt like this and would only look at my lyrics when I felt ready to share them; he never pressed me on it.
"Let me see what you got, princess," he asked, setting my guitar between us and holding his hand out to recieve my journal.
"It might be really bad, just so you know," I warned him as I handed it to him.
"Watching as I see you go, I know one day I will join you, I want to live the life out there, away from my precious little world. I'm tired of the same old maze, I'm tired of hiding my feelings and dreams. I want to leave this town behind, and see the world outside of the books on the desk. I wait and ponder, I try to find the right words. I want to say I miss you, but I want to phrase it better. You mean the world to me. I want to make you proud. You are the inspiration, for my words to take flight," my dad read aloud line by line. I was really nervous about him reading my words, that I was tugging at my hair as I combed it with my nimble fingers.
"What do you think, Dad," I asked him since he went silent for a moment.
"Were you writing about me," he asked.
"Yeah, I miss you all the time when you go out on the road. I want to make you rpoud all the time. I try really hard to help Mom out with Noelle and Liam. I cling to Tom since he's not just my twin brother, but also one of my best friends. I guess I handle my stress differently than you and Mom would like. A lot of the time, when I need music to help me feel less stressed out, it feels like it isn't enough," I told him, holding back my tears. I was an emotional train wreck a lot of the time when he's gone. When he's here I always get even more stress since I know he's passing through. Then I get the guilty feeling for always making things hard on Mom. Liam and Tom are always so helpful for her, doing as they're told. Noelle and I are harder since I'm always lashing out and she's going to be four and doesn't know any better.
"Stella, it's okay to let it out, okay. Your mom and I are here to listen to you let it out. Don't hold it in so much. Always talk to people about it. Go to Tom even. He's your other half and he loves you. Just promise to try harder to stay out of trouble," he kissed my forehead and wiped the tears that fell down my cheeks away.
"What did you think of my lyrics," I asked him.
"They're great. Keep working on this one and finish it," he smiled, "Are there any others you want to work on?"
"Yeah there are a couple I want you to look over too," I smiled back to him as he handed me my journal and I flipped through to find another song I wrote about a certain friend of mine I hope he wouldn't know who I was writing about.
After a couple hours of working on my lyrics with my dad and getting some chords laid for them, I decided to go hang out with my baby sister while Mom and Dad went out to run some arrands and visit Jack's parents. I walked up to the doorway to my sister's room, which was my old room when I was her age. With growing up out of being a pre-schooler to a big kid, I needed more space. I could see Noelle managing well in here.
I found Noelle on the floor with one of her big coloring books open and crayons scattered on the floor around her. I remember Mom and Dad talking about Noelle being like Dad and always made an organized mess when she was playing her toys or coloring.
"Hey Noelle," I greeted her, making her look up from her masterpiece.
"Stelly," she beamed when she saw me at the doorway, "Come color with me!"
"Okay," I walking and sit next to her, "What do you want me to do?"
"Color in Prince Phillip while I color in Rory," she instructed. Noelle loved the Disney princesses and Sleeping Beauty was one of her favorites. She couldn't say Aurora yet so she and I nicknamed her Rory.
"Sure thing, princess," I called her princess like Dad did with me. Noelle was a good kid. I could tell that she kept Mom on her toes at times, but Mom always told me Noelle was actually a more well behaved four year old than I was. Turned out Tom and I switched roles as the good kid and trouble maker when we got older.
After coloring with her for an hour, I heard Mom and Dad come in downstairs. I stayed with Noelle, helping her color in a picture from the Little Mermaid when I heard a knock on the doorframe. We turned around to find Mom standing there.
"There's my two girls," Mom smiled, sighing happily at seeing me spending time with Noelle.
"Hi Mom. How was it at Uncle Jack and Aunt Jasmin's," I asked. Since they were so close, I called Jack's parents my aunt and uncle since our dads got along like brothers.
"It was good. Jas knows your home with us for two more days and has offered to swing by with their little guy, Alex," Jack's baby brohter was six and in kindergarten but was best friends with Noelle. He went to school in the morning and would be home in the afternoons. A lot of the time, Aunt Jasmin brought him over to play.
"Ah, I see. So I'll be amusing both of them right," I asked her in a serious tone.
"Yes. Can I speak to you for a moment, Stella," Mom asked.
"I'll be back in a bit Noelle," I kissed my sister's hair as she continued to work on her picture.
"You're father told me about you lyrics that you wrote about him," she started when we got into the hall way.
"What about my lyrics," I asked her.
"He wanted my to ask you if you wanted to maybe record it when you finish the song. To help you and the others get material made to try shopping out to venue owners and promoters so you can play a few gigs to get a feel for what being a musician is really like," she offered.
"I'll have to talk to Tom, Jack, Aubree, and Nate first Mom," I told her, "I'll keep you posted."
Aww! :) I would hugg you too! And you're welcome, silent readers suck...
6/14/13