Back in November while drafting Askers Well during NaNoWriMo, I sat at the writer’s desk with Pandora set to the Bon Iver station, searching for the best way to write a new scene with my main character Brenn Bailey.
But the words weren’t coming the way I had hoped or planned.
I sat back and let the music play on–a thumbs up here, a thumbs down there. Writing to music was nothing new. I had done it before with some success, so why not now?
The answer came with the next song Lovely by Sara Haze. This sounds like Brenn.
I facepalmed. Of course! The problem was trying to write while listening to music that would motivate me, the author. I should have been writing to music that would motivate my characters.
Creating Brenn’s Playlist
I immediately switched to the Michelle Branch station and found gold–A Fine Frenzy, Skylar Grey, Evanescence, T-Swift. Brenn’s voice was coming through loud and clear through the artists that inspired her.
I found myself going back to certain songs as they fit better with specific experiences Brenn was facing. As the playlist began to take on an order and a rhythm, so did Brenn’s character arc. There was a song for every emotion and situation–the soundtrack to Brenn’s life.
What About Other Characters?
While Askers Well is all about Brenn’s journey, I began to wonder about the main male character, Rey Mazzo, and what artists would be on his playlist–Maroon 5, Linkin Park, The Fray, Imagine Dragons.
As with Brenn, Rey’s voice was rising from the lyrics and sound of the music. Wonderful moments were written and the novel progressed, but another step was needed to create powerful prose: melding the two playlists together.
Composing Scenes That Sing
I’m still working on finalizing playlists for Brenn and Rey, but here is an example of how overlaying a song from both lists created voice and built tension in a scene.
<Brenn is back home after three years of behavior rehab and meets up with Rey, her best friend since childhood, for the first time since being released. Brenn is trying to start fresh and put the past behind her; Rey wants everything to go back to the way it was before.>
Brenn’s song: Gravity by Sara Barellies
Rey’s song: Here Without You by 3 Doors Down
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“So they really let you out?” the familiar, confident voice asked. “I figured it would take much longer than this for you to finish rehab.”
Brenn turned to face Rey for the first time since her arrest. “Seriously?!” she shouted. “You haven’t seen your best friend in three years and that’s the first thing you say to me! –‘They really let you out?’” Brenn advanced on Rey as she threw his words back at him.
“Easy, easy,” Rey said, putting both palms up. “I just meant…I mean, you did sort of cause all kinds of trouble in that little gang of yours,” Rey said. “And don’t hit me with that ‘best friend’ stuff. Best friends don’t leave each other for another group. You never would have gotten into trouble if you had stayed with me.” Rey glared down at Brenn’s soft, but tired, face. “Speaking of which, where are your lady friends? Still rehabbing?”
Brenn locked his stare and clenched her teeth for several seconds before turning away—tears welling in her eyes. This was not the welcome home exchange she had expected. Why was he being so mean? Rey had always been blunt with his statements, but he had never been this direct with her before. Had he changed that much in her time away?
Since her return home, stares and whispers between members of her own family were commonplace. But those harsh words and judgments coming from Rey hurt worse than she ever could have imagined. Brenn twisted the end of her hair between her fingers.
“If you’re just going to insult me, please leave,” Brenn said softly as she faced the Monsoon Seabird for strength. She didn’t know why, but something about the decaying wooden shipwreck had always brought her a sense of peace and strength—grounding her thoughts and emotions like an old friend with a warm smile.
“How long have you been here staring at me anyway?” she asked, walking over to take a seat on a section of the broken mast pole.
“Come on, Brenny,” Rey said with a laugh, “I beat you here ages ago. Don’t pretend like I don’t know the exact route you take to get to the Seabird—this is me we’re talking about.”
She knew Rey meant this to be testament to their friendship and his reassuring, protective nature. But the shades of arrogance in his voice always bothered Brenn and kept her from ever seriously pursuing more out of their relationship than friendship.
Rey walked over to the old shipwreck, jumped up on the main deck and leaned his forearms on the ornately carved steering wheel. This was the first time Brenn began to appreciate how much Rey had changed in three years. His boyish, flushed face had given way to a more rugged—but still carefree—countenance and his close-cropped sandy blonde hair had grown so long that now it curled playfully near his ears.
“What did they do to you there?” Rey asked, looking at Brenn’s frail frame and a mysterious black mark on her right wrist.
“Rey, it’s only been two weeks. Please don’t make me travel back to that place already,” Brenn pleaded. But her mind had already retreated back in time and her thoughts were flooded with flashes of the Brodsky Behavioral Enhancement Center—the doctors’ faces, her sterile room with angry fluorescent lights, and the other girls at the BBEC—the ‘Misguided.’
Brenn gave her head a quick twitch. She caught Rey staring, as if inspecting her for signs of instability, before he gave the old steering wheel a lazy spin and jumped down to the sandy bottom of the lakebed.
“Well, it’s been boring here without you around, at least for me. But I understand. You need some time to recover and all of that, so when you feel better, stop by and see me.” Before he turned to leave, Rey smiled and said, “I really am glad you’re home.”
Brenn sat silently among the debris of the Monsoon Seabird as Rey disappeared over the dune. She knew her journey to regain acceptance at home had just begun.
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Once you’ve built a playlist for your main characters, consider how these songs work with the sound of your story. Writer Sam Eaton has great advice on how you can build a playlist for your entire novel.
What songs or artists are on your MC’s playlist? How do you use music to craft a story?
Thanks for spending another wonderful day here at Blunderstone Rookery–the doors to imagination are always open.
Cheers and happy writing!