Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Chapter 39

"Lets try that one again" Jon pronounced before Richie took his jet black Jersey Star Kramer, and sighed. "Cheer up, man, you looks so fucking sad" David told him as he patted Richie on his shoulder, smiling softly before returning to his keyboards. Once ready, Richie blasts out the opening chords to I'll Be There For You; no matter how much the song tore at his open, weeping heart that longed for the gentle touch of Evie, and the little giggle of his young daughter. Richie gently smiled as Jon sang with raw power and emotion, David looked over at him every now and then when they were recording that song; Richie tried to cheer up but he still felt guilty. Eventually, after what felt like hours, they had the final piece, and Richie placed down his black Kramer on the stand and proceeded to walk over to where Jon was.

“Hey man” Jon warmly greeted Richie, smiling as he played the song back, listening carefully to make sure that it was up to his high standards. Richie sat down, hearing the words slice through him like a knife; he knew right then that this song would forever have meaning, and not just to him, but to every fan – it has a different message.  His stomach grumbled loudly. “You guys hungry? Tico’s grabbing pizza!” David told them, walking past the studio door, as Jon replied with a stern yes. The tension in that room was high; Jon was so stressed out that he couldn’t think and Richie was lonely. Soon, lunch had arrived, Richie grabbed a plate, and a bottle of diet coke to wash it down and placed a slice or two of pizza on his plate. He then, after thanking, decided to go into a private back room where he could eat alone and be uninterrupted - left with his swirling thoughts.

Evie turned on the television and, with her glass of white wine, relaxed on the sofa; Melody was sleeping peacefully upstairs, so she had no worries.  As usual, MTV was on, and Talk Dirty To Me by Poison was on. Glam metal as the normal. With a slight pleasurable pop in her back, Evie lay down on the sofa; the white wine sat on a side table. After an hour or two, of relaxing in her million-dollar mansion that she called home, she switched off the television and took the empty glass to the kitchen. Evie smiled softly, looking out to the luscious dangerous waves that crashed onto the shore.

Going upstairs, and into her beautiful daughter’s bedroom, Evie smiled down at Melody and gently picked her up. She slowly opened her eyes and giggled as Evie took her to have a relaxing bath. After she ran the taps, and tested the temperature to make sure that it was just right, she undressed Melody and gently placed her in. Melody giggled as her mum’s gentle touch as Evie placed some soft shampoo in her hands and gently massaged it into Melody’s soft hair. Evie gently washed off the shampoo and did the same with the conditioner, proceeding with the soap.

Taking her baby out of the bath and wrapping her in a fluffy towel, one thing nagged: will Melody be able to cope without her father? 

Monday, 3 August 2015

Chapter 38

Richie sat down in his plane seat, feeling like he swallowed scalpels and his head was buzzing with incantations. He hated to leave his four month old daughter and wife in California; to leave for Vancouver, British Columbia to head to the studio, for recording of the new album. Little Mountain Sound Studios was the name of the studio where he would, once again, meet Jon and the rest of the band, to go over, demo and possibly record some of the songs that he managed to write. Richie's stomach grumbled. Richie wearily stood up, walked over to the small bar at the front of his luxurious, plush private jet, and grabbed a sandwich to eat, and beer to drink. Sighing, he strolled back to his seat, grim and dazed, he picked up the latest edition of Rolling Stone, and began to read.

Bored, by Nikki Sixx's drug overdose whilst on tour, he looked out of the window, sipping his half-empty can of beer by his left hand. Nothing was more fascinating - yet boring - than watching fluffy, white, particles of water pass you by and look at the ground of Oregon. Richie looked at his watch 11:34am. Normally, he'd be waking up at this time, but today, he had to wake up early enough to drive to the airport and catch his plane.


Evie gently kissed Melody on the forehead, and saw her small face light up again with happiness. Evie smiled softly, gently placing her young daughter back in her cot, to allow her to rest after her crying fit earlier. That was heart-wrenching to hear, the loss was too much to bear for a small child, especially when it's their favourite parent. It's a hard life to live without a parent when you need them most. Melody's piercing blue, icy eyes stared right into Evie's as she gently placed on her Winnie The Pooh blanket. Evie gave her a final kiss on the forehead before the shattered baby, fell into a deep, heavenly, sleep - like angels sleeping on their heavenly clouds. Exhausted, yet happy that Melody had finally  fallen asleep, Evie strolled out of the room, with a quick look over her shoulder.

After walking down the long, hallway, covered in photos of Richie's personal life, from their wedding photos to one of Richie holding Melody. Evie smiled gently, strolling into the kitchen and grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge. Evie poured some into a glass, and sighed. Melody missed her father, but he'd be back in a few weeks, Evie would just have to grin and bear it. She drank her drink, placed it down, and ran her hand through her wavy, brown hair.