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.
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.