I had just finished assisting Þor with a shot and wandered back to the craft services table when Máni, our composer, came out and said, “Mary, are you good with words?”
“Um…Pretty good. I guess.” I looked at the orange I was peeling, to hide my confusion. What do you need?”
“I am stuck on a lyric, and the singer is on his way in.”
“Sure, I can take a look.” I said, figuring that he needed reassurance with English.
I followed him off the set into his studio and he played the new song for me, then pointed at a line. “This is the old line. I need to change it to rhyme with ‘go.’”
Much to my surprise, I came up with something he liked and then he asked me for help with a second line. Neat! I wrote a lyric. I wonder if it will make it into the show or get changed again.
Tags: Journal, Puppetry, Writing
Arn’t you glad he didn’t want it to rhyme with the thing you were peeling?
That would have been easier, because then I could have just written it off as impossible.
Good with words. *snorts* Have you not told this crowd about your moonlighting as a writer? Exceptionally good moonlighting, I might add (of course I can’t see you admitting to that part on your own.)
Ah, but I don’t do poetry, so the whole rhyming and meter thing was a challenge.
Those of us who’ve read your work find it hardly surprising that it’s a challenge you were up to.