It was far more satisfying than I expected it to be.
I was nervous as I parked my car and walked to the door. I was a little early but someone was expecting me and the door was unlocked. Settling myself in a comfy oversize chair, I fiddled with my jacket. Should I take it off?
And so begins my nine week Creative Writing course, you bunch of perverts.
It’s a very small class, 6 students, all women, and one very talkative, surprisingly youthful teacher. He talked for almost two and a half hours straight. We did a couple of in class exercises, that I really struggled with and he gave us our first assignment.
Choose a favorite song, write a one page scene not using any of the lyrics. We’ll see if I can guess the song when we read them together next class.
My first thought, I’m definitely doing something by the Bee Gees. Not only because I love the Bee Gees but also because, my teacher was born in 1985. Yup, the year I was a junior in high school. I could be Hemingway in drag and he’d never be able to guess my song from a scene with zero lyrics. I briefly considered, Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen, I want your sex by George Michael and even Tom Sawyer by Rush, but one of the students is a ten year old girl. In a college writing course. This will be more challenging than I anticipated.
So, in accordance with the rules of fair play, I’ve chosen a song from not only his lifetime, but in a crazy moment of benevolence, a top 40 hit from 2016. The movie it accompanied was better than I thought it would be, but not a hit by any means.
My favorite song from last year?
I’m sure the reason I’m always turning the volume up when this song is played has something to do with the eerie combination of singing/speaking lyrics and that bass that vibrates the very seat cushions in my car. That’s the safe answer. Otherwise I might have to admit I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Margot Robbie’s Harley Quinn, every time she stepped on-screen. And if I admit that….
Well, let’s just say I’m sure.