Can gratefully accepted the glass Angus brought him, but what truly contented him was feeling the other man's presence by his side. He smiled at him, took a sip of his glass and set it on the coffee table. The flat wasn't big, and the furniture was cheap, but it still felt like home. Especially when Angus was with him.
He squeezed the drummer's knee for a moment, then returned to his guitar. 'I don't know, I don't think you can force inspiration to go in one direction or another. You never know which one will come to you first. Sometimes they both come at the same time. Here, listen to this one. Came to me one morning after waking up. The entire thing!'
Can started to play his guitar, a melody that started softly and then rose in intensity, a crescendo that culminated into an explosion of riffs, and as he did, he began to sing about the obstacles between a man and his happiness, the inner struggle to overcome them. The song was long, maybe seven minutes, and when it was over, he looked over at Angus expectingly.
'Did you like it? I call it Rise of the Phoenix.'
Searching for you
You look everywhere,
But not inside you