Today’s daily prompt: Cue the Violins
If your life were a movie, what would its soundtrack be like? What songs, instrumental pieces, and other sound effects would be featured on the official soundtrack album?
Without context or explanation, these songs would be my soundtrack for my life (so far):
- “Best Day of my Life” by American Authors
- “So Long” by Randy Newman
- “Maybe” by Yiruma
- “Shake it Out” by Florence and the Machine
- “I’ll Be There” by Jackson 5
- “Landslide” by the Dixie Chicks
- “Summer” by Joe Hisaishi
- “Forrest Gump Suit” by Alan Silvestri
- “Natsukage” from Air OST
- “Step Out” by Jose Gonzalez
- “Perfect Day” by Hoku
I love Yiruma and Joe Hisaishi. Any of their scores would probably be in my life soundtrack.
My short story series, inspired by NaNoWriMo/NaBloPoMo and the daily prompt.
“Oh, I can’t tonight. I have a date.”
Connor dropped his phone. He scrambled to pick it up. “What? With who?”
Who the fuck was Eric? Connor’s head was in a frenzy filtering through all their recent conversations.
Samantha could probably hear the panic from the other line. “He’s my editor.”
Connor told himself to calm down. “Oh, okay cool. Have fun. Guess I’ll talk to you another day.”
“Good luck studying.”
They hung up.
That night, Connor ordered and finished a whole pizza by himself. Then, he headed over to the Starbucks next door and filled his mug with coffee.
And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago
Is green eyes and freckles and your smile
In the back of my mind making me feel like
I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now
It was not turning out to be a productive night. The music playing in the Starbucks was louder than he liked, but he didn’t want to go all the way to the library. Frustrated, Connor took another swig of coffee. He tried to sort out the mess inside his mind.
Samantha was on a date with her editor, a guy named Eric. Connor imagined him to be a clean-cut man with thick-framed glasses and a brown satchel. They probably ate dinner at some local trendy cafe with their conversations revolving around Samantha’s latest manuscript or America’s most famous pieces of literature. That was fine. A guy like that would be perfect for Samantha and she, of all people, deserved a good guy.
Still, Connor felt agitated.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Since attending the reunion party together two weeks ago, Connor could no longer deny the fact that Samantha was his best friend. No, it wasn’t Bradley, who he had still considered to be his best friend until the moment he realized that he could only listen to a conversation about growing a beard for so long. No, it wasn’t Avery, who used to make him feel on top of the world with just a smile. He lived his life fine for five years without meeting up with either of them but he could barely go a week without grabbing a coffee with Samantha.
Connor wondered when he became so alone. He didn’t have Bradley or Avery anymore. He didn’t talk to any of his friends from high school. Even Samantha had some classmates that she would meet up with from time-to-time, people she met through group projects. On the other hand, Connor didn’t really make any new friends at Princeton. He just went to school and did his work- a mechanical routine. Aside from Samantha, he didn’t have anybody else to talk to.
Connor sighed, feeling dejected at this lonely awakening. One day, someone would take Samantha away. It felt like it was happening already. He was losing his best friend and there was no one to replace her.
‘Cause you don’t know her like I do
You’ll never understand
You don’t know we’ve been through
That girl’s my best friend
Connor mentally slapped himself for being an overly attached friend. There was no point in over thinking this- it was just one date, for goodness sake. He had been on dozens of dates and Samantha never batted an eye. Come Monday morning, they would be back in the library with coffees and laptops like every other day.
Connor rubbed his eyes and focused back on his readings.
To be continued…