They Had to Start Somewhere

A/N- I own nothing. I'll try to post a new chapter every couple days.

Chapter One

Love me, honey
You know I love you, honey

Albert sighed, tapping his pencil on the nearly empty sheet of paper. Those two lines had been staring at him all morning. He had the bare outlines for the song's melody; knew every chord, every rhythm, but he was stuck on the lyrics. Hopelessly, hopelessly stuck. Who knew writing a simple love song would be so difficult?

But he had to write something. He needed to finish the song by Friday, so he could send it to Mr. Birdie for a preview. Albert shook his head and tried again.

Your sparkling eyes
Your sweet, sweet smile
Feeling your love dear
It's worth my while

Albert glanced up from his desk. Across the office, Ms. Alvarez was working on writing a statement for the press of some kind, regarding their newest client. Something like that, at least. Albert wasn't sure was it was, to be honest. He was quite lucky to have Ms. Alvarez; she saved him from the horrors of finance and management, leaving him free to work on music. A moment later, she glanced up too; their eyes met and she gave Albert a small smile before returning to her work. Albert found himself smiling too.

Another sigh, and he was back to staring at his scant page of music. His eyes happened to land on one line in particular.

Your sweet, sweet smile

Albert froze in place; he stole another glance at Ms. Alvarez. Still working away. She took no notice of Albert, who found he couldn't stop that familiar grin from working its way onto his face again.

He shook his head, trying to focus. Come on, Albert. This song needs to be finished by the end of the week! No more distractions.

He picked up his pencil again and tried in vain to think of something else, another verse to write before resorting to using the song's chorus again.

But he couldn't get that line out of his head. Albert found himself thinking of Ms. Alvarez again, the way she smiled at him before... he wasn't writing about her, was he?

Of course not, he thought. That would be ridiculous! Thinking about Ms. Alvarez, my secretary while writing a love song... ridiculous.

At least, that's what Albert told himself.

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