Satellite

There are lots of things that inspire me to write. Reading great books from great authors, the bible, prayer, random things I see or hear, people I meet. But one of the biggest inspirations for me lately has been music. So I made myself a little playlist of songs with similar themes and began writing a short story. It's about a girl who is obsessed with a band, and then later gets to meet and date the lead singer, which leads to her obsession getting totally out of control and leaving her completely helpless when that relationship ends. The story is called "Satellite," because that's essentially what the girl becomes, letting her whole life and being revolve around this person in a disturbing and unhealthy way. Still a work in progress, but here's the first scene, along with the songs that inspired the story.

"Satellite" Playlist:

1. 10,000 Midnights- The Spill Canvas
2. Satellite Heart- Anya Marina
3. Blue Tulip- Okkervil River
4. Song About a Star- Okkervil River

First scene of "Satellite"

Aimee put her hand to the TV screen and felt the static crackle beneath her fingertips. “See?” she said. “Even when we’re miles apart, we still have chemistry.” She was sitting, legs crossed, on the floor in front of the television, her eyes riveted to the screen.

Jeremy looked different on TV. Aimee had thought he could never look any cooler than he did on stage, but he was great on the screen, a natural celebrity. The way he strummed his guitar. The perfectly timed glances to the camera. Jumps made to the music. He put on a great show. But for all the other people watching, that was all it was. A show. The music didn’t reach them like it reached her, as if he was singing directly to her. Aimee liked to watch his mouth move against the microphone and the way his body tensed with passion, his eyes closed, when he reached a particular lyric.

She reached out to the screen again, touching Jeremy’s face. He had shaved his beard since the last time she had seen him, about a month ago. Aimee didn’t like the new look, didn’t like that he had done it without her input. It was hard to think of him so far away, making decisions without her. But he would be in Denver in two days, and Aimee couldn’t help but smile at the thought. He would come and everything would be better. The distance would suddenly mean nothing. She just had to see him, face to face, not through the TV screen like all the others.

When the show was over, Aimee stopped the recording and turned off the TV. She flopped onto her back, resting her hands on her stomach, and sighed. Only forty-two more hours.