The lifeguard couldn't help but eye Harvey's guitar, his own left back at the cabin. If he was nervous before, he was even more now with the musician leaning against the piano watching him. "One of his favorites of his is Saudade, I think more so because the meaning of the word is-- beautiful but also sad." He turned to get a better look at Harvey, "Exactly... that's exactly how it feels.
When Nevada started playing for Harvey, he didn't imagine that the musician would suddenly start singing along. It nearly took him by surprise but luckily that didn't stop him from playing. There was something different about the other, different from how he normally sounded.
He gawked up at Harvey, wondering if he heard him correctly. Nev's lips part to speak but no words form out of his mouth. It took a second to collect his thoughts, and feeling that hand on his shoulder made him come back to reality. Perhaps, he was still in shock, just from playing in front of the musician, or how Harvey just sang along as he played. "Write with you?" No, shit. That's what he had said. Nevada couldn't deny him, not when it came to helping someone fall back in love with writing music. Not when that's what he told himself he would do before stepping back from that ledge. "Okay... I'll help," he lifted his gaze to meet the others, nodding in agreement. Nevada leaned back from the piano for a moment, before chuckling softly to himself. "You don't know how nervous I was."
he can't help but to laugh softly at the shock in nevada's voice, "yeah, one hundred percent," harvey says, "i can't do this shit on my own - not anymore. my brain's too fuckin' fogged up from all the gear i've shoved up my nose over the past couple years and i'm not the same angsty teenage kid i was when i wrote all those songs on the first record. i need someone that can help me get through to that creative part of my brain again." the younger explains, knowing it all sounds a little crazy. "and anyway, the idea of writing with a beautiful man to hopefully make beautiful music? sounds like a great deal to me." he adds with a laugh, "also i mean you, by the way. i'm not sayin' i'm the beautiful man."
harvey leans himself up against the piano, arms folded across his chest as he chuckles in response to nevada's admission. "you have nothin' to be nervous over," he assures, "seriously, you play fuckin' beautifully. is music somethin' you're in already or are you one of those that's gifted as fuck but keeps it as a hobby?"
















