I felt invincible with my creativity and my songwriting; I boarded the plane feeling proud of the work I was to bring, and seeing how I would be able to turn each song into perfection.
I listened to a lot of bands that she had suggested to me. I hated half of it, and forced myself to like the other half. Although through her, I have been more receptive to contemporary music, 'indie' music, electronic music, etc. one band that really struck me that she suggested, that my friends had told me about, that I really enjoyed, was the song 'Such Great Heights' by The Postal Service. I must've listened to that 200 times during that songwriting workshop week. To this day, I still listen to it very much; I know Ben Gibbard she adores.
My fullscreen vision of songwriting expanded to a widescreen perspective.
My 24 bit colors of lyricism expanded to millions.
My mono musicality expanded to 5.1 surround.
The workshop was nothing short of enlightening, emboldening, and empowering.
That combined with the creativity still fervently brewing allowed me to complete many Young Pretty compositions and made work on new compositions very easy. I had discovered my method, and it served me incredibly well. Feedback on my songs from Berklee was very positive; I was well received. I came back from that week feeling I could write the next 'Yesterday' and 'You've Lost that Loving Feeling'. Speaking of which...
She and I had a massive falling out. Due to communication breakdown, my lack of maturity, and outright stupidity, she ceased continuing contact. I was blocked from her AIM. So, I would send her messages via facebook/gmail. She hadn't added me as a friend, but she didn't block me either.
Senior Year came by.
Upset at my shortcomings as a person, as a Christian,
The year went well.
I got accepted to CSUN.
I took Third Prize at the Talent Show
(despite a spectacular performance with my band;
we performed 'Wake Up and Dream')
but
I was left dateless for the prom.
I semi-asked out a girl, and in turn, I was semi-rejected.
I went w/a group of friends, had an alright time.
That summer, I began a correspondence with another woman.
We'll call her Irene. (Come on Irene--wait, that's Eileen)
Anyhow, her and I communicated via facebook/gmail. wall posts/e-mail
We both went to the same school, and were both attending CSUN come fall.
I had my first experience recording in a studio that summer,
I recorded 7 songs, about 4 too many.
The songs all sounded middling. Not a good representation of my work.
Nevertheless, the $1000 dollar learning lesson taught me a lot.
I decided that 'Wasted' would be best for the 'Young Pretty' album.
and I decided that none of the tracks were usable.
C'est la Vie.
Anyhow,
School starts.
During the first week, I bumped into Irene--I should say I saw her and called her name
She was startled, She saw me, and her shoulders relaxed and we went through the what's up, how're you doing's of conversation. I walked her to her class, and then headed off to mine.
As the weeks went by we would talk longer, swapped phone numbers, texts.
We continued e-mails/wall posts. I was falling for her.
She asked me to hang out with her and her friends, visit her at work.
I had no license--but,
I did have a car.
Got my permit, and by Christmas break, while walking her to her car
I gave her a mix cd. She gave me a big hug.
For her birthday, I gave her a card with a lot of words, and a highlighter.
I got my license, I visited her at work a few times.
I did hang out with her and her friends,
I enjoyed it; all of it.
Through spending time with her, I felt very comfortable with her.
I got to know who she was, what she liked, and gosh darn it, had a real relationship,
not a relationship solely governed by text, but by talking and shared experiences.
Valentine's Day, I would ask her to be mine :)
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