Did You Get My Message?
He dialed the old number, hoping she’d actually pick up this time. Ring, ring, Click “Hey, you’ve reached this number…” “Aw, not again,” Jason muttered sadly. “…Leave a message & I’ll get back to you ASAP.”
“Hey Rachel, it’s me,” Oh, not him again_, she thought as she listened to the machine. "_Look, I know you’re home, I just wanted to see if you got my message… c’mon baby, I can’t bear to lie to you anymore, this is driving me crazy…"
“You’re tellin’ me,” she muttered to herself, pressing the Erase button on the answering machine. She shook her head with a small smile. “Mm, boy, I can’t hear one thing you’re sayin’. I ain’t fallin’ for your lies anymore.”
He put down the receiver & sighed. Maybe playing something will help… He sat before the piano and played a little ditty that popped into his head: Did you get my message, the one I left while I was trying to condense everything that I meant in a minute or less when I called to confess and make all of my stresses go bye-bye