The Music Of & AdditionaL Content from Game of Love
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Did somebody say, music?
Empty Space is the original song written by my brother, Armen Grigorian. You read the lyrics in Chapter 13 (see below).
On my book launch book signing at Barnes & Noble in Burbank, California, my childhood friend, Ayline Amirayan, performed a medley of the music from the playlist.
Finally, the Spotify Playlist is the listing of songs that I listened to when writing GAME OF LOVE.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN (Excerpt)
“Love all, but trust a few.”
Gemma allowed herself to relax as more songs came from Dan’s guitar. A sense of melancholy had joined the tent, though. Maybe it was the selection of songs. She doubted it.
She leaned over to Andre. “This isn’t just a regular day at the beach, is it?”
He shook his head. “We’re here to remember a friend who passed away just over a year ago. He was Linda’s fiancé.”
Gemma’s face froze, and a combination of grief and shame overwhelmed her. She did not belong here. She needed to say something to Linda, to apologize. Instead Andre spoke.
“Dan, play ‘Empty Space’.”
Silence draped the canopy. Andre held Gemma’s hand. They focused on Dan, who after a moment’s hesitation played an airy guitar intro, transporting her somewhere in the heavens. Then he sang:
Can we walk away, pretending not to see the empty space?
We don’t give reasons why, the gleaming tears flow gently from our eyes.
Miss you so, dear friend―fly, to your cloud, dear friend.
Lamenting what’s too late, we never talk about the tears we cried.
It comes to us all, we’re bound by the time that keeps us here for a while.
And I miss you so, dear friend―fly, to your cloud, dear friend.
When the song ended, Gemma came out of her trance and saw everyone hugging Linda. Red swollen eyes and wet cheeks reshaped the faces of the clan. She wiped her own tears. Maybe she didn’t belong, but she wanted to.
These were the lyrics of Empty Space written by my brother, Armen Grigorian, nearly 20 years ago. The lyrics are raw and honest. And the melody, haunting.