I wish I had what I needed
To be on my own
'Cause I feel so defeated
And I'm feeling alone
And it all seems so helpless
And I have no plans
I'm a plane in the sunset
With no where to land
And all I see it could never make me happy
And all my sand castles
Spend their time collapsing
Let me know that You hear me
Let me know Your touch
Let me know that You love, me
And let that be enough
"That was the latest song, the first solo song for JC Chasez of NSYNC--don't
worry girls, the group hasn't broken up--he's just doing some outside work...anyway
it's from the new movie Just Before Midnight staring--"
She switched the song off and wiped her eyes. It was the fifth time she'd
heard the song that day and she wasn't at all appreciating that the local
station kept playing it, especially that day. It was Valentines day after
all and she was there alone, working through a stack of homework while manning
the phones at Open Window Publishing.
Farzana looked up. "Yes?"
"Are you Farzana Jabbar?"
"Yes?" she asked wondering if she'd done something wrong. No one ever asked
for her. She was just an administrative assistant.
"My name is Harrison Chestnut." He handed her a card that she didn't look
at. "I work for Road Runner Records and I got a call from your manager--"
"I don't have a manager," she stopped him.
"Are you Farzana Jabbar?" he asked then opened the folder that was tucked
under his arm. "Did you write ALL YOU WANTED?"
"Who sent you here?" she asked.
"Like I said," he repeated, "Your Manager Josh Chasez sent me your lyrics
and said that I should come and talk to you about putting the song on the
new soundtrack I'm working on."
"Josh sent you my lyrics?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said, "I have a contract that I need to talk over with you. He
wants to produce this song for the movie Twist of Fate that's coming out
"Yeah," another voice said, "He did."
JC appeared over the man's shoulder. "James is putting together the soundtrack
and the song is perfect."
"What are you doing here?"
"You told me to let that be enough, but I couldn't. I couldn't send you home
like that. You need to do so much more than you've already done."
"The song?" she asked looking at the radio. "You wrote the song for me?"
"It's the first thing I wrote after you left and it's the only thing that
I'd sing for a while."
"Really?" she asked looking over at the man who stood waiting for them to
finish their conversation.