Rhythm of Love (UN-EDITED)

"I'm going to ride this plane out of your life again. I wish that I could stay but you argue. More than this I wish you could've seen my face.In backseat staring out the window. I'll do anything for you, kill anyone for you." I sung sweetly for JT. "So leave yourself intact, 'cause I will be coming back. In a phrase to cut these lips, I love you. The morning will come in the press of every kiss, with your head upon my chest. Where I will annoy you, with every waking breath. Until you decide to wake up. I've earned through hope and faith. The curves around your face. That I'm the one you'll hold forever. If morning never comes for either one of us, then this I pray to you wherever. I'll do anything for you. This story is for you. I'll do anything for you, kill anyone for you. So leave yourself intact, 'cause I won't be coming back. In a phrase to cut these lips, I loved you. The morning will come in the press of every kiss, with your head upon my chest. Where I will annoy you, with every waking breath. Until you decide to wake up. The morning will come in the press of every kiss, with your head upon my chest. Where I will annoy you, with every waking breath. 'Til you decide to wake up." I finished singing and JT was smiling. I think I nailed it, but now only if the label would take it.

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About 3 months later. December 21st, 2012.

All of the people were in the church and all of the eyes were on me. The expectance of saying—or even playing something was all in my hands.

The podium felt so different. As a child I wasn't a church person. Heck, I wasn't even Christian or believed in god for that matter. I lost that feeling many years ago, when I lost who I really was. My parents never really brought us up in that belief, or any belief for that matter. I definitely was not an Atheist though.

I looked at everyone, then at the paper that laid in front of me. "I would like to thank everyone for coming. I know it's rolling around Christmas time. I wanted to start by saying that my father was a very—" I said as the sound of the door creaking opened made me hault. I looked up as he walked in, sheepishly. Some people turned around and looked at him as well. Carey creeped into one of the rows with an accompanied friend. Carey looked up at me as him and his friend sat down. I picked up where I left off, "My father was a very stubborn man, but he was loved by many people. I know that he is the reason I am where I am in my career. Ever since I was small, and I played the piano I knew I wanted to be a musician. Funny enough, I learned to play the guitar. But my dad and I had a different language. It was music. My dad didn't know how to play instruments, but I guess that's why he had me. I played them for him and he would let his soul repair. That's why I would like to play a song that I wrote for him, that he hasn't had the chance to hear. Now he will," I spoke with a lump in my throat. I moved over to the piano that was on the stage.

I ran my hands on the piano before hitting any notes.

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December 23rd, 2012.

I drove home in my car, as a blizzard was happening. The radio was down low, until I hear my song play. I turned it up and smiled.

"I bet this time of night you're still up. I bet you're tired from a long hard week. I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window, looking out at the city. And I bet sometimes you wonder about me... And I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you. And everytime I don't, I almost do," I sang loudly to myself. The smile on my face was unusual. Ever since my dad passed away I haven't been all that happy.

I pulled my vehicle over and sat there in silence. The song played. I closed my eyes and just thought of everything. My mind seemed to focus in on Carey. It's been so long.

Why did I have to ruin it with him?

After sitting on the side of the road the snow finally settled down. I pulled up onto my street. I noticed Carey had a few cars in his driveway. I figured his friends and family were in, as it was Christmas season. But at my house, hardly anyone was there right now.

I parked into my own driveway. My dad's old truck was there. My brother's beautiful Mercedes-Benz was in the garage. His car was the most expensive out of them all. I guess it was only fair that he got the one garage slot.

I walked into the house. It was silent. My mom was heading to her sister's in Edmonton. My brother was somewhere in the house. I figured he would be working, or glued to his phone or MacBook.

I went upstairs to where my dad's old stuff was slowly being packed up. Every other room was nearly empty. My mom was going to moving to Edmonton soon. She no longer wanted to live in the house. It just reminded her of my dad.

I walked into one of the rooms to see Jesse holding a photo album. I smiled as I crept into the room.

Jesse turned over to look at me. "These are dad's photo's from when we would go fishing. Our Sunday tradition wasn't going to church, it was going out to snag some." He chuckled a little bit.

"Yeah, I was a real tomboy at that time. I remember when we went dock fishing and dad got a jack, and he fell in. That was hilarious." I laughed with Jesse.

"I'm going to miss that old man. He was the best parent anyone could ever ask for." Jesse was smiling as he flipped through some pages.

"I will—"

The doorbell rang. It caused me to stop talking and head down to the door. I opened it to find a lady, a man, Carey and another man. I was a taken by surprise.

I heard Jesse coming behind me, down the stairs. "Who is it?" He asked.

"Can we come in?" The lady asked, politely. She was beautiful. Her nice long black hair complimented her dark eyes.

"Yeah, for sure." I smiled at the group. Carey was quiet and avoided eye contact.

I lead them into the kitchen. They sat at the island and placed their plate and bag on the table.

"I'm Carey's mother Lynda, that's my husband Jerry," She pointed towards the older man. "We wanted to stop by and just say that we give our condolences to your family," She continued.

"I'm P.K. by the way, Carey's teammate," The other man explained.

I smiled, "Thank you."

Jesse walked into the kitchen and examined all the people sitting here. "That's my brother Jesse," I pointed to him and he waved.

"That's Carey, his mom Lynda, his dad Jerry and his friend P.K.," I motioned to them all.

"Our mom is in Edmonton, she's figuring our living arrangements right now. She had to live after the funeral," I told them.

"I met her at the funeral. She actually told me that you didn't know how to cook. That's why I brought you over a plate of dinner we had." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. P.K. let out a loud laugh and Carey just grinned.

"She can't be a better cook than you then, hey C.P.?" P.K. teased. Carey let out a loud cough. I could see his face go a little red.

"Thank you, Lynda. But our mom isn't lying. Rydell here burns toast." Way to talk highly about me, Jesse, I thought to myself.

"Well Jerry and I have to go pick up Carey's sister Kayla at the airport. It was nice meeting you Jesse and Rydell. Sorry for your lost. If you need anything over the holidays, we're staying at Carey's.

The two left the house while P.K. and Carey stayed here.

"So P.K., you play for the Canadiens too?"

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