My rendition

Inspiration to Write

After indulging in one of the many poisons Robert and Jimmy enjoyed, they sat and took in the nature of the Bron-Y-Aur estate. It was fall and it was beautiful. That is why the band chose this place for their inspiration. With the leaves falling and the wind bristling between the branches, Jimmy began to write. He used the peacefulness to his advantage and let his hand do the work. He looked into the meadow, which brought him so much inspiration. Just the thought of their history brought chills to his spine and lyrics to his parchment.

    With notes and chords going through his mind, he wrote. He wrote for hours while taking in the surroundings. The band had been here for weeks. It was a much needed break from their touring life. Their nation wide tours were legendary. A new sold out venue was waiting for them every day of the week. It was hard for the band to write with this kind of schedule. They had no free time, with the after concert parties and traveling, they needed a break. With all the distractions out of his head Jimmy was able to write uninterrupted. While his pencil was whirring he knew it was going to be an epic song. He imagined playing it in front of thousands, something that did not happen often. At this moment he knew it was going to be a great piece. He used Robert’s symbolic vocals to his advantage and wrote this one for himself and Robert.
    By now the time had disappeared. It was nightfall in the quiet country-side and the song was nearing completion. Jimmy had grown tired by now, due to the intense writing he just partook in. He leaned back on his chair, took in the rich air from the British countryside, and wondered where the time went. His writing trance made the days time disappear. So many times this happens. Especially writing in a place so rich with inspiration. From the first step you take you are engulfed in ancient farm ground. The estate with its cobble stone driveway and its river rock walls was the most beautiful place the band had ever stayed. Far greater than the tour buses and hotel rooms of their past. After thinking about all this Jimmy grabbed his materials and headed across the meadow to the estate. All the while soaking in as much of the country side as he could. He knew that this amazing place would not be in his grasp much longer. Once inside, he joined his fellow band members around the fire lit room. While they dabbled in meaningless conversation, Jimmy let his body fall into the chair. With the crackling from the fire soothing his tiredness, he slipped into a deep sleep. The rest of the band waiting only minutes before joining their guitarist in his activity. Bron-y-aur estate was once again sleeping.