My upcoming book of short short stories, Shake Away These Constant Days, originated as a project called Our Band Could Be Your Lit, in which I wrote a story under 1000 words every week. To generate this much content, I based the stories on songs suggested my musicians and writers from around the world. The original idea was 100 songs, 100 stories: find the creative common ground between two mediums and cultivating the virtue found therein.
Until September 25th, I'll be doing a blog post a day about the stories in the book. After that, it's all up to you.
Exclusive to SATCD. Eventually, I was able to separate the girl from the songs we shared, but not this one. The truth is more effective here than any sort of dissection of the story itself. So:
I had a KISS tribute band, but we only talked about a Valentine's Day show, never actually played one. And I really did snap some KISS CDs trying to scrape off my windshield, but that was with a different girl, one who didn't have to run a relationship by Jesus first but one who, ultimately, worked out just the same.
The girl in the story cooked something, but it wasn't chicken cacciatore. I built something, but it wasn't a bookshelf. We weren't house-sitting, and our periods of manic compatibility lasted much longer than a week.
We had a conversation about her breaking up with her high school boyfriend due to faith-related issues, but I much prefer the one I wrote, in which I'm very clever and tactful as opposed to neither, which is what I actually was.
"Stop. It's all right as long as I don't cum," was what she said, but I couldn't make it sound like I wasn't making it up.
Discussing our futures as they pertained to one another was beyond never discussed. It was actively avoided. We had a minor argument about nothing in particular, but that wasn't the end. I don't know what the end is because I don't know if it's happened yet—residuals, and whathaveyou.
We hung out in cornfields, but only in the non-snow months. I don't think the dancing in the headlights thing ever happened. I also don't think it matters.
Tomorrow: A story named "Rust" that is based on the song "Your Friend and Mine--Neil's Song" by Love. Suggested by musician Bob Bucko Jr.
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