Determined to go to bed sooner
Enabling a more refreshing start to the week
Fumbling through the stuff that had to be done
Everything taking so much more time to do
And some of it didn’t work out at all
Then the clock read 2 a.m. and he had to admit…
It felt like Bob was being played
Not that the rest of his bandmates would agree
Songwriting was his thing, coming up with melodies and words, but harmonies…
That’s why Bob had to admit producing was not his forte
Ron was the guy arranging all his songs, and Bob was usually happy with that
Until Ron was insistent that this idea would put the song over the top
Meaning he should buy into it, trust Ron and the process
Except this idea seemed so dumb that he just couldn’t get behind it
Now everyone was staring at him wondering why he wouldn’t at least try, but
There was no way that a ballad needed more cowbell!
The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
Viewing her time in uniform
Emily wondered what life would have been without serving
Then she had to admit it was the best damn decision she had made