September 20th
“You brought your guitar,” I said, noticing Corbyn carrying his case.
“I might have something new I’ve been working on.”
“Would it perhaps be something you are willing to play for your favorite person ever?”
“Well, it’s going to be pretty hard to get Santa to fly down from the North Pole, but hey you can try.”
I looked at Corbyn and raised my eyebrows. “I’m telling Santa to put you on the naughty list,” I stated, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t I, Corbyn?”
“Okay, okay. I believe you.”
“You should.” I shut the door behind Corbyn and followed him up into my room.
He sat down in my desk chair and I sat down on my bed, closing my sketch book and putting it on my night stand.
“Are you open to suggestions?”
“What do you mean?” Corbyn asked, tuning his guitar.
“I was just thinking; what if you started to post videos of you singing on YouTube?”
“Alexa, you know I don’t share my voice with people.”
“Your voice, or your songs?”
Corbyn was quiet for a minute, fixing his guitar.
“It doesn’t have to be your song. It could be a cover of a random song you heard on the radio, or it could be a song that means a lot to you.”
Corbyn stayed quiet.
“Just say something if I’m over-stepping boundaries here.”
“You’re not over-stepping anything, babe. I just don’t know about it.”
“I’m not saying that you have to. All I’m saying is that you have a talent, Corbyn. You have an amazing talent and it seems like such a shame to keep it locked up. I know that your voice means a lot to you, but imagine ten thousand people singing the words to a song you wrote at the top of their lungs.”
“Well now you’re getting my hopes up.”
“Corbyn, in less than five years you are going to have Radio City Music Hall sold out, whether you believe it or not. I promise.”
“Don’t make a promise you can’t-”
“I can keep it. Do you know how? Because I know what kind of person you are. And I know that once you set your mind to something you get it done no matter what. You will be selling out headlining tours all across the world. You can take my word on that.”
“Okay,” He sighed, smiling, "but there is one issue.”
“What?”
“Who’s going to film it?”
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I want you to all close your eyes, tune everybody out, imagine the sound of the SLANTED waves crashing against the shore, and just imagine you and Corbyn on a beach, him singing your favorite song to you.
Also, i already know my wedding song, is that weird? Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flats has always meant so much to me. I remember me being 6, sitting at the family computer, and just playing it on repeat over and over again. Now i actually realize the true meaning of the song and its so beautiful.
So in that case, we can say that that is the song Corbyn sang in his cover.
Bless the Broken Road (or Bless The Slanted Waves, whichever works for you)
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