in the bedroom, maybe, but on a record? Do you know how difficult it is to capture that? It’s like lightning in a bottle!”
“Well then, we’re just going to have to try.”
***
Being in the recording studio with Dylan was a completely different experience than recording alone. Elise no longer cared that she was inside all day, sitting in a booth. She laughed so hard her cheeks ached and sang with more depth and emotion than ever before. It was as if having Dylan there amplified everything that was good in her. She wanted their recording sessions to never end.
They re-recorded her whole album as duets and then added a new song, one they had penned together about making love survive. They called it “Endure.” It was to be the first single they released as a couple.
“I can’t believe we are actually doing this together,” Dylan gushed excitedly as he wrapped an arm around Elise’s waist and stood waiting to be called on set to record their music video. A warehouse outside New York had been transformed to look like a Parisian street and both Elise and Dylan were already in costume.
“I know,” Elise declared dreamily as she leaned against him.
“I mean, does this even look like Paris?” Dylan asked her. “You’d know, since you’ve been there.”
Elise smiled. It was true, she had been to Paris. In fact she’d traveled all over Europe. The little girl who lived with her grandmother and never left her home state was now well traveled. Her life was completely different from what it had been twelve months ago when she was still working at Curtis Cleaning Products. Those days felt like a lifetime ago, like they belonged to someone else.
Elise had enjoyed a whirlwind of success, and she was loving every minute and didn’t want it to end. It all hinged on how well “Endure” would be received. At every turn industry insiders kept telling her it would fail, that it was a bad idea to team up with Dylan Cornish, that he’d tarnish her reputation.
“We’re ready for you,” a woman with a microphone attached to her head and holding a clipboard came over and addressed Elise. She looked harassed. Elise nodded. It was her turn to go and perform for the video.
“Break a leg,” Dylan teased as he planted a soft kiss on her lips before letting her go.
Elise had to wander forlornly along the Parisian streets, wearing a long, beautiful dress. She sang directly to the camera for the first part of the song, and Dylan was filmed separately singing his part. They came together for the final third, encouraged by the director to openly flirt with one another in an attempt to film the sparks between them.
After seven hours of flirting, walking towards the camera singing and generally hanging around on set, the video was complete.
Rather than being exhausted Elise felt elated. She threw her arms around Dylan and he held her tightly.
“Video done!” she gushed excitedly into his ear.
“Yeah, we nailed it.” Dylan kissed her gently on the lips.
“I’ve got to hand it to you guys.” The director came over, wearily rubbing his temple. “When I was given this project I had my doubts but you’ve got some real chemistry. You look great together on screen. I really hope this works out for you.”
“Thanks.” Dylan said, shaking the director’s hand. Elise beamed up at her boyfriend. He looked so different in his shirt and trousers befitting the 19th-century period of the video. His usually messy hair had been tidied up and styled and he was clean-shaven. His beloved leather jacket was waiting for him back in the dressing room. He looked handsome and intense but he was still Dylan. Elise could still see the crinkle by his eyes when he laughed. Each moment she spent with him she fell even deeper in love. Whether or not their partnership in music worked out she was spending more time with him and that was what mattered
“Well then, we’re just going to have to try.”
***
Being in the recording studio with Dylan was a completely different experience than recording alone. Elise no longer cared that she was inside all day, sitting in a booth. She laughed so hard her cheeks ached and sang with more depth and emotion than ever before. It was as if having Dylan there amplified everything that was good in her. She wanted their recording sessions to never end.
They re-recorded her whole album as duets and then added a new song, one they had penned together about making love survive. They called it “Endure.” It was to be the first single they released as a couple.
“I can’t believe we are actually doing this together,” Dylan gushed excitedly as he wrapped an arm around Elise’s waist and stood waiting to be called on set to record their music video. A warehouse outside New York had been transformed to look like a Parisian street and both Elise and Dylan were already in costume.
“I know,” Elise declared dreamily as she leaned against him.
“I mean, does this even look like Paris?” Dylan asked her. “You’d know, since you’ve been there.”
Elise smiled. It was true, she had been to Paris. In fact she’d traveled all over Europe. The little girl who lived with her grandmother and never left her home state was now well traveled. Her life was completely different from what it had been twelve months ago when she was still working at Curtis Cleaning Products. Those days felt like a lifetime ago, like they belonged to someone else.
Elise had enjoyed a whirlwind of success, and she was loving every minute and didn’t want it to end. It all hinged on how well “Endure” would be received. At every turn industry insiders kept telling her it would fail, that it was a bad idea to team up with Dylan Cornish, that he’d tarnish her reputation.
“We’re ready for you,” a woman with a microphone attached to her head and holding a clipboard came over and addressed Elise. She looked harassed. Elise nodded. It was her turn to go and perform for the video.
“Break a leg,” Dylan teased as he planted a soft kiss on her lips before letting her go.
Elise had to wander forlornly along the Parisian streets, wearing a long, beautiful dress. She sang directly to the camera for the first part of the song, and Dylan was filmed separately singing his part. They came together for the final third, encouraged by the director to openly flirt with one another in an attempt to film the sparks between them.
After seven hours of flirting, walking towards the camera singing and generally hanging around on set, the video was complete.
Rather than being exhausted Elise felt elated. She threw her arms around Dylan and he held her tightly.
“Video done!” she gushed excitedly into his ear.
“Yeah, we nailed it.” Dylan kissed her gently on the lips.
“I’ve got to hand it to you guys.” The director came over, wearily rubbing his temple. “When I was given this project I had my doubts but you’ve got some real chemistry. You look great together on screen. I really hope this works out for you.”
“Thanks.” Dylan said, shaking the director’s hand. Elise beamed up at her boyfriend. He looked so different in his shirt and trousers befitting the 19th-century period of the video. His usually messy hair had been tidied up and styled and he was clean-shaven. His beloved leather jacket was waiting for him back in the dressing room. He looked handsome and intense but he was still Dylan. Elise could still see the crinkle by his eyes when he laughed. Each moment she spent with him she fell even deeper in love. Whether or not their partnership in music worked out she was spending more time with him and that was what mattered
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