|Love, In Harmony
Author: surfercharlie25 PM
When a girl is stuck as what to give her boyfriend for her birthday, invention leads her to give him one of the greatest gifts of all.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 826 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-08-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2922050
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Hey, all! Here's a little romantic story for you… yeah.
The lyrics that open and close this story are from "The Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel. I don't own them.
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb…
It was hard to hide the feelings that Amber had.
It was a feeling that Amber knew, that, if gotten out, would completely ruin her chances of getting her scholarship, being in good standing with her friends and just generally keeping her social standing, but she couldn't help it. She loved everything about Sean; his flaming red hair, his clear green eyes and the way that they sparkled when he laughed, the warmth and laughter she could always hear in his kind voice.
Sean's birthday was coming up, and Amber knew that she had to give him something truly special, something that he would remember forever. Unfortunately for Amber, she didn't have much money. Amber's mother immediately snapped up every paycheck Amber got for slaving behind the counter at McDonald's and spent it on who-knows-what, and Amber never saw a single cent of it. Amber felt a bit like Bella in that story "The Gift of the Magi," only without long, flowing, beautiful hair. Amber had seen a beautiful wristwatch in one of the stores downtown, made of "solid" gold and the hands made out of pearl, but as soon as Amber saw the price tag, she realized that the most she would be able to do for Sean regarding that watch was tell him that she had considered buying it for him. Amber kept scraping and saving, however, hoping that, eventually, she would have enough to buy Sean something, if not as nice as the watch, at least pretty close.
It was during English class one day, studying modern American poetry, that Amber realized exactly what she could do. Amber's friend Vicki had commented in passing on a song that she had just heard, saying that anybody could write a song that was better than that. It was just a brief, fleeting comment, but it had a massive impact on Amber, and Amber decided that that was exactly what she should do for Sean; write a song for him, a song that told her how much she truly cared for him.
Amber never realized how hard writing could be.
It took Amber days and days to write the verses right, trying to get the words to lock together in that magic way, the way in which they flowed together best to tell Sean exactly what she wanted to say. She found it even more frustrating to get the right combination of notes, the combination that would unlock the song and shoot it into the stratosphere of greatness that so few songs managed to achieve.
She fiddled with the words and notes for hours upon hours, days upon days. She wore her pencil down completely, writing, erasing, writing and erasing over and over and over again. She tried millions of different combinations of notes, tried different words to see if they fit in with the melody of the song better than the one that had been there before.
Finally, Sean's birthday came, and Amber had just barely finished the song in time. It was great, Amber had to say. It was just what Amber had wanted to say to Sean, and it said it in exactly the right way she had wanted to say them. It was ready.
Amber slipped Sean the folder filled with the musical sheets after school on Friday, the day Sean turned eighteen, the day Sean became a man.
"This is for you, Sean," Amber said. "I only wish it could be more."
Sean, with a sort of puzzled look on his face, took the folder and let his eyes skim over the papers that were in the folder. Her eyes grew more teary as she read through the song. When she was done, he looked up at Amber and smiled.
"I couldn't wish for anything more, Amber," he said.
Amber smiled as she moved closer to Sean, wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his.
I love it when you sing to me
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
I love it when you give me things
You ought to give me wedding rings
I know it's no great shakes, and I know I can write better, but I wrote this with my heart, so maybe that can compensate a little.