We can’t communicate this way very well since we aren’t facing each other, so we usually chat on messenger. Her with her laptop, me using my phone. It feels natural, though. And I like it in the evenings when we spend time together like this because she wears headphones and listens to music on her laptop while we chat. I like it when she listens to music. I like watching her feet sway with the music. I like feeling her voice against my chest when she sings along to some of the lyrics. She’s singing right now as she scrolls through iTunes on her computer. She has the newest Sounds of Cedar album pulled up. They released it as an indie album a couple of weeks after Sydney moved in with us, so none of the stuff she helped me write is on the album she’s browsing. The songs I wrote with Sydney haven’t officially been released yet.
That’s not to say none of the songs on the album she’s browsing were inspired by her. She just doesn’t know that. I watch as she opens her messenger app and types me a message.
Sydney: Can I ask you a question?
Ridge: Didn’t I tell you once to never propose a question by asking if you can propose a question?
Sydney: I just called you a dickhead out loud.
I laugh.
Sydney: The song called “Blind.” Did you write that about Maggie?
I look away from my phone and down at her. She tilts her head and looks back at me, her eyes full of genuine curiosity. I nod and look back down at my phone, not really wanting to discuss the songs I wrote about Maggie.
Ridge: Yes.
Sydney: Did it make her mad?
Ridge: I don’t think so. Why?
Sydney: The lyrics. Specifically the part you wrote that says, “A hundred reasons for the pain and only one on my mind. When did looking out for you make me go blind?”
Sydney: I just feel like if she listened to that, she would have understood what you meant by it and it might have hurt her feelings.
Sometimes I think Sydney understands my lyrics better than I do.
Ridge: If Maggie took those lyrics literally, she never made it seem that way. I write very honestly. You know that. But I don’t think Maggie knows that. She didn’t think everything I wrote was really how I felt. Even though it is, in some form or another.
Sydney: Is that going to be an issue going forward with us? Because I’ll be dissecting every single word of every lyric. Just so you know.
I laugh at her comment.
Ridge: That’s the beauty of lyrics. They can be interpreted many different ways. I could write a song and you might not even know it was inspired by you.
She shakes her head.
Sydney: I would know.
I smile. Because she’s wrong.
Ridge: Play the third song on that album called “For a Little While.”
Sydney presses play on the song and then sends me a message.
Sydney: I know this song by heart.
Ridge: And you think you know what it’s about?
Sydney: Yes. It’s about you wanting to escape for a little while with Maggie. Like maybe it’s a song about her illness and how you wish you could get her away from it all.
Ridge: You’re wrong. This song was inspired by you.
She pauses and then tilts her head, looking up at me. She looks confused, and rightfully so. This song was released shortly after she moved in with me, which probably made her think none of these songs were related to her in any way. Her fingers start tapping at her keyboard as she writes a response.
Sydney: How is this song about me? You would have had to have written it before I even moved in with you. They were already cutting this album when I moved in.
Ridge: Technically, the song isn’t about you. It was just inspired by you. The song is more about me, and how sometimes being outside on that balcony, playing music for the girl across the courtyard, was my escape. It was the little bit of time I got every day where I didn’t feel so stressed. Or worried. I didn’t know you. You didn’t know me. But we were both helping each other escape our worlds for a little while every night. That’s what the song is about.
Sydney immediately stops the song and restarts it from the beginning. She pulls up the lyrics on Google and reads along as the song plays.
For A Little While
I don’t know what you want but you do
If you told me I would make it true
Oh, for a little while
Oh, for a little while
Something changes when the sunlight shines
Shadows fall out of my worried mind
Things go right and then I feel just fine
You and me will be just one tonight
Oh, for a little while
Oh, for a little while
You know for a little while
Oh, for a little while