Tuesday was a weird but wonderful day. After two days of music bliss in the studio, everything we'd been striving for suddenly came to fruition in one hard hit. As we prepared to leave in the early morning for Chicago, Valerie found an email Javier had sent the night before that said the first batch of CD's of our album were waiting at the house for us to agree on the proof before the print run.
She became excited, and her beaming sexy smile made me want to kiss her until I was drunk. Or maybe that was just my reaction.
My thoughts turned to performing the new material I'd written in public, and it made me hard. The best thing about writing songs was a lot of intimate information could be hidden in the tracks, and most of the band's material pertained to Valerie and me. I was able to say in a song what was in my heart. I'd never have been able to say anything close to that in normal words to her, without sounding like a whiny lovesick chick.