Bailey's Black Dog

The Accident

I came out of the shower and got dressed and headed downstairs. I made a pot of coffee and grabbed Jimmy's guitar before sitting down on the couch to write a song. I needed to write a hit or else I would go insane, the last album, out of fifteen songs, I had only co-written six, none of which made the charts. I started to get a riff, I felt like it was more for a piano, so I put down the guitar and skipped over to the piano and played the bit of song I had. Now I had started to get some words,
"And you promised your love so completely, you said you would always be true, you swore you would never leave me, baby, whatever happened to you?" I sang quietly as I tapped away on the piano.
"Wow, I wonder what this song is about," Jimmy said sarcastically,
"Well, why don't I write about it? If I write from the heart, the lyrics will be better," I said, that was something Jimmy had taught me when we had first started writing songs together. Jimmy laughed,
"Do you know how much I hate you sometimes?" he said, I laughed,
"Yes, because, I hate you a lot of the time too," I said, he laughed and plopped down on the couch. He started drinking my coffee,
"Now what the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, he looked over at me and didn't respond, I knew what was up. Jimmy Page was a heroin addict. He had a problem and tried to fix it every which way, but nothing worked. Usually, if he was around someone that meant something to him or was distracting himself, he could cope with the withdrawal symptoms. Unfortunately, he didn't stay good on getting away entirely, it made me very sad, he wasn't a fun person to deal with when he was high. He would turn into a ghost, a lifeless ghost who needed major assistance, and his poor daughter was a witness to it. She would constantly ask me what was wrong with him, it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I think Jimmy just had a mild case of impaired judgment, every last decision he made was a bad one.
"Continue writing, I want to hear," he said, I rolled my eyes, I could feel the musical argument brewing. I played the line on the piano, and the words came flooding in, maybe this song wasn't about Jimmy's infidelity, maybe it was about a fool in the rain. I finished what I had and turned around,
"What do think?" I asked,
"I didn't like it at all," he said, I wasn't going to pursue an argument, we could save that for the recording studio. Just then the phone rang,
"I'll get it," I said, I got up off the bench and walked over to the phone, I picked it up and put it to my ear,
It was Charlotte, she sounded quite panicked.
"Charlotte, calm down, I can't understand you!" I said, Jimmy, running up to listen in.
"I saw it happen, the car went off the road and into the trees, I can't believe it," she said, my face fell,
"What happened!" I said, excepting the worst,
"Robert and his family got into a massive car accident, Scarlet doesn't have a scratch on her miraculously, but they airlifted the rest of them," she said,
"Oh my good lord," I said under my breath, I looked at Jimmy who had already grabbed the car keys,
"What hospital?" I asked,
"I don't know," Charlotte said, I rolled my eyes,
"How do you not know where they sent your own daughter to be checked over?" I said,
"Don't you tell how to..." Charlotte said as I hung up and followed Jimmy to the car.
"I'm driving," I said, taking the keys. I drove carefully, scared of losing control or someone else doing the same. Jimmy looked horrified,
"Is Scarlet alright?" he asked me,
"Charlotte said she was fine but I don't know how accurate that assessment was, she doesn't even know where they sent Scarlet to be examined," I said, Jimmy rolled his eyes,
"Why did I even get involved with that broad?" he asked, I laughed internally.