“Be With You”

Lots of things can happen during performance breaks.  It can be a time to mingle or a time to gracefully move away from the crowd for some moments of silence.  I do both.

Recently, I was approached by a very nice man who writes songs.  Jim MacDonald.  He has very generously offered to write a song for me.  All I could do was gush and utter wow.  How often does THAT happen?  Strangers ready to give you a song, with no fees attached? I have absolutely no idea!  The question that keeps popping up in my head is, what’s the catch?

I am told there is no catch.  Mr. MacDonald says he likes the way I sing.  He can see my passion around performing.  He says I need to have a song of my own. That’s when I think that I’d be a fool not to take advantage of an opportunity such as this.

A few weeks ago,  Mr. MacDonald gave me a sheet of paper that contained the lyrics of a song called Be With You.  I was told to look it over and see whether the lyrics spoke to me as a song that I might possibly call my own.  Be with You.

It’s definitely a love song.  Let me just share the first verse:

I want to be with you

I want to feel what you feel

I want to breathe the air that you breathe

See with your eyes what you see

And Know that it’s all real

That’s all I want to do

Is just be with You

No, No, No.

I’m 50 years old.  Those word resonated with me, and made me feel a tingle back in the day.  A long, long time ago.  His name was Lawrence.

Today, I need a song that tells a story about a woman who has been there, done that, and demands a love and a life with just a litle more meaning than that. That’s all.

Last week, I saw Mr. MacDonald again at the restaurant.  I explained that I just wasn’t feeling Be With You… that that kind of love just didn’t sit too well with my soul.  He understood.  He’s been at this publishing and writing thing for some time.  I was told to call him up and we could talk it out.

I will do that.  It seems harmless enough, right?  Not today, though.  I’ll just stand still for awhile.   I must first deal with that sense of unease in my gut, that tells me not to move too fast.

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