Friends Like You
Q: Does songwriting come easily to you?
Simon: Darling, I'm a natural.
Mitch took the red pen and crossed out another phrase.
"Oh, come on," Simon moaned. "What's wrong with that one?"
"Cliche," said Mitch.
"Everyone wouldn't say it if it wasn't true."
Mitch read a bit further, crossed out three more words. "No, no, no..."
"What's wrong with 'Eyes like diamonds'?"
"It's not fresh," Mitch said. He scribbled redly over the chorus.
"With friends like you, who needs enemies?" Simon said. He crumpled up the paper, then stormed off.
"Also a cliche," Mitch called after.
The door slammed.
Simon: Darling, I'm a natural.
Mitch took the red pen and crossed out another phrase.
"Oh, come on," Simon moaned. "What's wrong with that one?"
"Cliche," said Mitch.
"Everyone wouldn't say it if it wasn't true."
Mitch read a bit further, crossed out three more words. "No, no, no..."
"What's wrong with 'Eyes like diamonds'?"
"It's not fresh," Mitch said. He scribbled redly over the chorus.
"With friends like you, who needs enemies?" Simon said. He crumpled up the paper, then stormed off.
"Also a cliche," Mitch called after.
The door slammed.