Song Title Questions Novels & Stories

“It was never meant to be sexy.” “Are we singin’ or what?” Conor interjected. “Fail to seduce her on your own time, man. My girlfriend will chew my balls off if I’m late for dinner. I promised Milka Southern fried-chicken pops at dinner if she behaved at bath time this morning, and she did, so let’s get a wriggle on.” “What are we singing?” Bray asked. “Take it old school,” Titus butted in. “ ‘Summertime.’ ”

Maybe if I brought her so close to me her goodness may slip into me and I could be better for her. The light went off, darkness enveloped us then in a split second, blue, red and green light went on. I moved and she followed. “Which song is playing?” I asked her as I didn’t know and I was really enjoying his masterpiece. Her face buried in my chest, she spoke, “Holy Ground by BANNERS,” her voice vibrating in my chest. “Wow, you truly were a fan,” I said, amazed.

Let everyone catch my trap. In another song, Noah sings a song from another planet. I have no idea what language it is and what the title is. I hope Noah doesn't appoint me. Souda daiji na mono wa itsumo Katachi no nai mono dake Te ni iretemo nakushitemo Kizukanumama. Suddenly Noah pointed at me. I just gaped. Where is this song from? I'm dead. I just shook my head, blind to the music. Noah sang over again, but there was no answer. I understand what song this is. I also don't know what language it is?

I glance at Luke and notice him gaping at me. “What?” I ask, I look around myself. “You like this song?” he asks closing his mouth. I blush beet red. “It’s a great song” I shrug, nothing weird happening here, just some singing…to a song about orgasms. He laughs “It sure is, and I think I could do it often. I think I have done it often.” I think I’ve become redder than the damn stop light. Thankfully the song changes to I love your way by Powderfinger. Phew!

The dung bell hits the floor a second later with a loud clung, as he turns away from me. "What do you want?" He picks up something bigger and I wince imagining him throwing it at me and killing me right here right now. The way.....he killed his....mum. No Thea, he isn't like that. Besides that wasn't the entire story, I don't even know how she dead. Instead of blurting out the million dollars question I decided to start the conversation with something small. "What's the title of that song?" I ask, gesturing to the speaker in the corner still blasting the song I came into.

Except if. She spent the rest of the evening in thoughts. Deliberating and trying to choose between two things. *** Blue really loved the place, so bluish and bright. She decided to sing the song she's been learning in her room: Sometimes in life, they're questions that need answers You might ask why But you don't see why You try to soar high but things are going down When the ones you love starts backing off And your once bright life starts turning dark But at this point in time, you have to get up

“I remembered a famous song. I used to sing it during my college days. I miss my friends too.” “That sounds lovely. What's the song?” he asked, his gaze settling on my face as I struggled to think of a song name. Nothing like that ever happened. I just had to come up with something interesting to keep the vibe alive and, at the same time, avoid the weirdness from being addressed. “You have to earn the right to know the name of the song,” I said, giving a soft wink. “Ready?” “Of course, Elena. I'm ready to earn the right,” he said, closing his eyes as soon as I commanded him to. “What is the next step?”

“Come on! ‘Hold My Hand’? ‘Freak and Fire’? ‘Jumper Judy’?” I know all of those songs. “Hm. No.” “Shut up. You at least know ‘Yelling From the Bottom of a Hole’.” I laugh. Because I laugh every time I hear the name of that song. “It goes like –“ Amina hums the song and yes, I recognize it, but I continue to play dumb. “They’re literally huge. Huge.” “Not big enough for me to know them.” “Do you live under a rock?!”

I crack my head for a song my voice isn't that bad at. And mind me they isn't a lot on the list. "Let's sing memories." "Memories?" He pops an eyebrow at me. "Ya...know... memories by maroon five." I explain more hoping he knows the song. What else am I going to sing? Dora the explorer? "Ok then. Let's do that." He nods in approval. He get off the bed only to settle back down in a more comfortable position, and I also do the same. His fingers strok the guitar strings, playing the opening tone.

“Don’t do that, Vanessa. Nothing you could ever do is rubbish. Everything you produce is amazing, I know that, because I know you.” My mouth falls open and shuts. Then I pick up my fingers, finding the keys. He shares the bench with me. From memory, the song comes easily. I do a few adjustments on the spot, tightening the parts that didn’t feel right, and when the song finishes, my eyes fly open. “Holy shit.” he whispers. His eyes are wide. I chuckle nervously. “What’s it called?” he asks gently. “I don’t think I ever gave it a title.”