Page 76 of Finding a Melody

Seth paused, his eyes widening as he realized what he was doing. Clearing his throat, he leaned back. “You amaze me every time,” he finally said in a calmer voice.

“Thank you.”

“Play more.”

I shrugged. That had already been my plan. Tuning him out, I went back to the guitar, found where I left off and kept working over the song, adding and changing, adjusting, and over all enjoying myself. I wouldn’t have had this if I had been at home. It was so relaxing and calm sitting on his back porch, just chilling as I played. The change of scenery had been exactly what I needed.

Once I was happy with about half the song, I stopped, needing a break.

“Done?” Seth asked softly. He had sat there the whole time, watching me, and never saying a word. He had seemed content to do just that.

I nodded, unable to say anything, the emotions a bit too much for me at the moment. With shaky hands, I tucked my guitar away and stood up. Seth didn’t wait, grabbing my guitar for me and leading the way back in. He gently set it by the sliding door and nudged me toward the couch.

“Doctors say we need to rest, so we’re resting.”

Once he was happy to see me seated, he disappeared.

“What are you doing?” I called out.

“Nothing. I’ll be right back.”

And he was back shortly with an armful of drinks and snacks. He dumped the load onto the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and came over. A throw blanket was folded up neatly over the back of the couch. He grabbed it and passed it over. I wrapped it around my legs to cover the chill that had been settling into my legs thanks to the shorts I’d been wearing. Shorts season was pretty much over now and it was about time I accepted that.

“Binging time. What’s your poison?” he asked.

“I barely keep up with anything. What’s there to watch?” I asked.

“Well, do you want lighthearted, scary, suspenseful, romantic, sad?”

“Please, lighthearted. Definitely lighthearted.”

Seth grinned as he searched for something. “Parks and Recs it is then,” he said.

I frowned. “What’s that?” I asked.

“Think The Office, with co-workers, silly humor, and where nothing makes sense.”

Seth was right. Hours flew by as we watched episode after episode about a group of co-workers doing silly things.

I laughed. “I love Ron,” I said.

“I don’t get it,” Seth said.

I laughed again and kicked him lightly. “That’s because you’re a man. You don’t have what it takes to appreciate the type of man Ron Swanson is.”

He chuckled. “I don’t want to ask, do I?”

“Nope,” I said and grinned big as the next episode started. “I do need a break though before I lose any more brain cells.”

“What do you want to do?” Seth asked, pausing the show before the next episode sucked us back into it.

I didn’t respond right away. The show was a great distraction, but this last episode, my mind kept trickling away to the song I had been working on. My fingers itched to play more.

“Cadence?”

I sighed and glanced back over at my guitar.

“You want to keep playing?”