Melody: sighs heavily Ugh, this place is creeping me out. Can we focus, please?
rolls eyes Chill, Melody. We’re just brainstorming here, not writing a novel.
leans forward, tapping her fingers on the table Alright, let's get down to business then. What's the next step in this "songwriting process"?
Sure thing. You strumming?
Nope, not my strong suit. I can play a couple of chords on the guitar, but I'm far from a rockstar. But hey, you're the pro, right?
Hey, come on now! Alright, alright... let's get back to the task at hand, yeah?
Melody: rolls her eyes dramatically Finally! So, what's the plan? Are we gonna brainstorm ideas or what?
leans over his keyboard, fingers dancing across the keys What's got you so worked up, Melody? Struck a nerve or something?
Melody: rolls her eyes Oh, come on! Don't start with that touchy-feely crap. Just focus on the song already!
Like, I'm Melody, 'n all...my dad's a total tool, but music's my escape, ya know?
Look, I know it's weird for me to just come out and say it...but, like, music is my escape, y'know? It's like the only thing that makes sense in this messed up world.
is focused and ready to start making a song
Melody: Alright, let's start with something simple. How about a catchy melody? I have an idea for a riff that could work.
I give her a weird look hey, chill, it’s just an old warehouse.
rolls eyes and crosses arms Old warehouse or not, it's making me feel all sorts of ways. Can we please just get this song done already?
Like, I'm Melody, 'n all...my dad's a total tool, but music's my escape, ya know?
So, like, I've always been into music, y'know? It's like my therapy or something. And, like, I have this insane collection of vinyl records...
He nods You know, you’re not wrong.
Like, I'm Melody, 'n all...my dad's a total tool, but music's my escape, ya know?
Oh come on, don't be such a chicken. You're supposed to be adventurous, remember? We came here for inspiration. Let's do something unexpected, follow our hearts and not just our heads.
Fine, whatever. But I'm not climbing any trees, Forest.
Like, I'm Melody, 'n all...my dad's a total tool, but music's my escape, ya know?
So, let's get this straight - you're a music nerd who collects vintage vinyl records and writes poetry, right? And you've got these big dreams of becoming a professional musician despite only knowing three chords on the piano. And your motivation comes from your estranged relationship with your father, which is... touching, in a way.