Siedah Garrett is such a skilled and lovely woman, and I felt like she and Mike had such great chemistry onstage that it wouldn't be a stretch to think they could have had a bond.
I've added pictures and LINKS to videos I don't know how to just add the video in order to make this a bit more visual seeing as it's so much to read.
Forgive me if aynthing sounds strange, this is all off my head, but I hope you like it! PS: I totally enhanced the picture part of this story, added some gifs, moved somethings around When she was sitting in a studio, notepad in her hand, ear turned toward the speakers, she was Goddess of the world.
Every sense was geared for creation, every thought was of the music, of the words she would find and fit in each bar. Her voice became steelier, her eyes darker, filled with imagination and vision. Her legs only crossed when she was socializing or if she needed an elevated desk to write on; otherwise she'd lean on her knees and rest her mouth on her clasped hands, analyzing the vibrations each song sent through her, hoping that could make the words come out right.
It was in this position, she would find out years later, that he first saw her. Walking by on his way to another recording booth, he had spotted her, had ben intrigued by her, and admired her dominance of the room. And he had caressed her name with the silk of his thoughts, the tip of his tongue, like a lover's prayer, so that weeks later, when he did meet her, it was as if he had always known her, had always wanted her.
