When I started writing Chapter 1, this little ditty came with it. It’s currently ‘opening’ and ‘closing’ the chapter. I don’t know if it will last. It’s fun in the meantime.
[Opening] She didn’t normally go here. It wasn’t really her scene. The men in black, the women in Saks, She was lost somewhere in between. Maybe, her hair a little less wavy, her thighs a little more toned. If her stomach stayed put in her waistband, then maybe she’d call this place home. [Closing] So there she was On a rooftop bar Overlooking the park A spot that many would envy. The world of men-in-black, And women in Saks, That always left her empty. The sweet nectar she tasted, It would not be wasted, A note of what could, might be. Casting a shadow, ever so narrow Onto where she had yet to break free.