What Bette read nearly broke her heart and as she quietly laid her sobbing body next to Tina and gently wrapped her arms around her, she whispered. You can come undone T, and Im going to be right here to catch you baby. Im going nowhere. Youre stuck with me T, and this time its for good.


I tried not to wake her as I precariously unravelled her arm from around my waist and slipped out of bed. But my effort came to no avail

T. Where are you going?

I have to be at the recording studio.

Her eyes were alerted to the clock on the nightstand.

But its four oclock in the morning T.

Im well aware of the time Bette.

Come back to bed . . . Please?

What the *****, are you doing here anyway? I was beginning to feel like I was trapped, I could feel the anxiety building up inside of me, I was getting agitated, and I needed to get away from her. I had a million things, running through my brain. And I needed a release. I was feeling the effects of coming down.

Why are you running away from me Tina?

Im not. I just feel a little confined in this room. I have to get out.

I dont want you to feel confined T. I only want to protect you.

Yeah . . .Well they feel pretty similar to me, besides I dont need your protection. I snapped.

Well talk when you get back. I have something important I want to say to you.

What makes you think I want to hear it?

I wasnt making this easy for her. Why did she insist on staying, when I was giving her all this *****? I was being a complete and utter ***** and she was acting as cool as a cucumber. What was going on with her, did she want me to put it in ***** writing that I wasnt interested in what she had to say? I didnt want to hear that she wanted to protect me or be my friend. I wanted her to say she loved me and wanted me as much as I did her, but that wasnt going to happen because she didnt. Did she?

Please Tina?

Whatever. I say. But Id rather die. I have to go.

I snatched up the song sheet and fled out of the room.


Dave? Get the ***** up. I shouted, as I banged my fist against the hotel room door, growing more impatient by the minute. Dave?

*****, Joss. Do you know what time it is? Dave answered as he eventually opened the door.

Be down stairs in Ten minutes, and bring the rest of the guys with you. Were going to the studio. I wasnt in the mood for an argument and he sensed that.

Now?

NOW. I didnt see the expression on his face because I was already half way to the elevator.

Right Im gonna let you in on a little secret. But youve got to promise you wont tell anyone. Do you promise?

Im sitting on a stool with my acoustic guitar strapped across my chest. Rob and Dave are on the electric and Guys on the baby grande.
Singer and pianist are facing one another. Got it so far? There is an intense eye contact between us. You probably think that Im actually singing to him, that there is some sort of romance going on between us. Dont be fooled in to thinking that because two beautiful people with their beautiful eyes locked together are romancing each other what is happening is were counting. Were counting the vocals in so that our stressed words fall on stressed beats. Complicated lyrics are being welded to driving rhythms.
Our bodies sway and look as though we are dancing. But we are not. Every move that we make, are silent signals that we are giving to each other. Every dip of the head every swing of the shoulder is either a count or a signal. You all thought it was done for effect, right? It isnt. Nothing is done, for effect its concentration. Welcome to the world of show biz. Welcome to the world of rock n roll.

Disillusioned? Yeah so am I.

The sound engineer signals, the tapes rolling.

We have a couple of false starts.

***** it Dave. What the ***** are we doing here?

G, A minor Seven, and G. Split bars, remember?

Yeah right. I say and begin Misunderstood again.

What does it say here Joss? I cant read youre writing? Dave interrupts.

I dont ***** know Dave.

Whadya mean you dont know? Its your ***** writing.

I just laugh. Hes pissed off because I got him out of bed.

Look. Take three, *****, it. This time, skip the harmony except on the last words and the last line of the chorus.

I nod my head and say in a sarcastic tone.

Thank you, ***** Maestro.




Trying to be misunderstood,
But it doesnt do me any good,
Love the way in this mother me,
And their face for eternity,
Now let them all fly half,
When it comes down,
It all comes down,
And you will not be found,
When its over,
Its all over,
Even if I make a sound

Ill be misunderstood,
By the beautiful and good in this city,
None of it was planned,
Take me by the hand,
Just dont try and understand

Trying to be misunderstood,
Just a product of my childhood,
Still I find myself outside,
You cant say I havent tried,
Perhaps I tried to hard,
No excuses,
I Wont apologise,
To justify your lies,
Come find me,
Tell them to me,
Look me in the eyes

Ill be misunderstood,
By the beautiful and good in this city,
None of this was planned,
Take me by the hand,
just dont try and understand

Cant forgive sorry to say,
You dont know youre guilty anyway,
Isnt it funny how we dont speak the language of love?

Its a wrap



(To Be Continued . . .)