I first heard about using music to inspire a story when I read all about Stephenie Meyer’s account of writing the Twilight Saga. While I have always enjoyed music and certain songs make me think of writing a story, I had never put music to a scene like they do in a movie. Since reading Stephenie Meyer’s account though, I have really used music to instil a character, a scene, a story into my mind. Where a song becomes the character’s song. A song becomes the story.
For instance, a novel/romance I started several years ago about a girl running a bookstore all came from Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Bookends’ song. Not even the ‘Old Friends’, though I do adore that song as well since it is part of ‘Bookends’, but just the one song. There is no specific reason for that, other than books = Bookends kind of theme. But, that song is stuck in my head for that.
Recently, as in just this last week and last night a song and scene fit together almost so perfectly I’m slightly amazed. I would like all you reader’s input. Whether you agree or not, I’d love to know if you think the music I chose fits with the scene I’ll include below. Kind of like watching a movie and you hear that one song that just fits perfectly with the scene. The ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ at the end of You’ve Got Mail. Or the ‘Northern Sky’ by Nick Drake at the end of Serendipity. (pardon to the guys who may or may not have watched these chick flicks)
The song of choice is from a new band my father found, The Paper Kites. The song: “Willow Tree March”. You can hear the song below.
And here is the scene. I’ve mentioned Rena and Owen before, if you’ve read some of my flash fiction. Here they are at it again, only this time, a kiss. Enjoy and I’d love to hear your thoughts.
Rena reached up to hug Owen, pausing as she noticed that he was covered in sawdust and chainsaw oil. He glanced down and grimaced, but she put her arms around him anyway, hugging him close, not worrying about the grime. As she pulled away, her eyes rose to his and in that moment she wondered why she had always pulled away from him in every way. She saw the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, the intensity that had always been there, but she had shied away from it.
She moistened her lower lip and as his eyes followed the movement they both moved in one motion. He leaned down and she tipped back her head as his mouth settled on hers, closed and just pressing. It wasn’t passionate and it wasn’t spectacular, but when she pulled back and staggered for a moment, she had to grab his arm to steady herself.
“Mmm. Hmm,” Rena hummed a frown forming and wrinkling her nose. “Could you, uh, try that again?”
Owen’s arm wrapped around her lower back and he tipped her more until for a moment it felt like her world fell away. She slid her hand around the back of his neck and held on , clutching his neck, as his mouth settled back on hers. The tingle started and traveled up her back as his mouth pressed gently. Before he could pull away, Rena gripped his neck firmly and opened her lips to him.
Rena almost smiled as she felt Owen change his stance to hold her closer as his mouth moved over hers with staggering results. Her hands clung to him, holding him as close to her as she could. She cupped his rough cheek with her left hand, her fingers lightly brushing the stubble, while her other hand slid up into his damp hair at the nape of his neck.
He tasted of pine and the woods. The hot summer sun beat down on them as the heady, intoxicating smell of pine resin swirled around them, baking and making their temperatures rise. A symphony of sensations assailed Rena’s senses. He smelled like the sawdust and chainsaw oil, of sweat and summer sunshine. He was pure nature. His mouth was warm and so soft on hers, his lips moving over hers sipping and tasting her as if she were a glass of brandy. And around them the buzzing of bees and insects in the meadow combined with the dying of a chainsaw on the edge of the clearing. A sudden silence that was deafening.
Rena heard a moan then realized that it was her as Owen deepened the kiss. He tasted her and settled firmly on her mouth. She couldn’t get enough; it was too much. She felt as if she could crawl into his skin; she felt like she needed to shove him away and take off all her clothes that were binding her too tight. Her fingers fluttered on his skin in panic and he gave her space, his face burying into her neck.
They gasped for breath, heaving against each other, clinging. His arms were wrapped around her holding her as if she were a lifeline, while she clung to him, pressing her body as close as she could get.
She felt devistated. Like her world had come crashing down before sending her in a rush to the stars. Dazed, confused, aroused. She was a bundle of nerves. It was stimulus overload. She shuddered, but couldn’t pull away.
It was the whistling catcalls that jolted them both back to reality. They were far from alone. Instead, they stood in the center of the clearing, the center of attention, a show almost, to the guys cutting with Owen. Rena turned a bright red and buried her face in Owen’s shirt, mortified. Not because it was Owen, but she hated being the center of attention. She would never live this down. Word would get around.
But then Owen’s fingers tilted her chin to look up at him and as he smiled, she forgot again where she was. She wanted his mouth on hers again, and she knew he knew it. Finally, they were in sync.
Well, again, I would love feedback. I doubt this will every go anywhere, but hey, I love tapping out things.