Artie's Song Gets Crazier


Artie sat in front of his keyboard, his hands resting lightly on the keys, and listened to the silence. Warehouse 13 was fairly calm that day. No artifacts or assistants were creating overly disruptive noises from outside the closed door that led to the main part of America's attic. Pete and Myka were at Leena's, relaxing and enjoying their day off. As a result, he and Claudia were the only ones in the entire warehouse. Satisfied with his working environment, Artie leaned over the keyboard and began with the beginning chords of his composition for his father. As he played through the familiar tune, the door opened.

"Hey!" Claudia sauntered into the room, pausing to listen to what he was playing before grinning widely. "Congrats on completing your song. I'll bet you and your father will be reunited in no time." Artie looked up from the keyboard.

"What are you talking about?"

"Though, when you said finishing the song would help you find each other or whatever, I never would have guessed you meant through mainstream music," she went on, ignoring Artie's interjection. "Which was a really good idea, by the way. I'm so proud of you, starting to become one with the modern world!"

"Claudia," Artie interrupted her again, but as she continued to babble, he repeated her name louder. "Claudia!" She stopped talking and looked at him, seeming mildly surprised.


"What are you talking about," Artie repeated patiently, enunciating each word.

"Your song being on the radio," Claudia replied, watching him. "Though, that brings up another thing: how can your dad tell the song's from you if you got someone else to sing it? Was there something special about the--"

"Claudia." Artie looked at her over the top of his glasses. "Start from the beginning." She sighed dramatically.

"Fine." She paused. "You know that song you were composing that you said would help you and your dad find each other again? The one you were playing just a second ago? Well, I heard the melody the other day in a Taylor Swift song." At Artie's blank expression, her eyebrows raised. "You do know who Taylor Swift is, right?"

"Don't see how I would." Artie shrugged. "I don't really get out very much, if you haven't noticed." Claudia half grinned and rolled her eyes.

"Right. Well, she's some popular pop-country singer. I don't normally listen to her kind of stuff, but considering where we are, my choices are pretty limited. Anyway, she has a new song out called "Crazier", which features your pretty little composition as part of the melody. Actually," she added as an afterthought, "it probably was a good idea to sell the rights to Taylor Swift. Her stuff does seem to get around."

Having concluded her explanation, Claudia glanced at Artie to see how he would react. He didn't. He was still as he stared intently at the keys of his keyboard.
"Artie?" Claudia questioned after a moment of silence. "You did sell the rights to Taylor Swift, right? That was your song?"

"I did not sell the rights to anything," Artie replied. "And as for the song, I haven't even finished it yet."

"Ugh." Claudia turned away and put her fingertips to her temples. "Then how did Taylor Swift get it, I wonder." Artie pinched the bridge of his nose.

"This is what happens when you're part of the government. People try to get into your head." Claudia smirked.

"Are you saying that Taylor Swift is part of the government?"

"No!" Artie pushed himself away from his keyboard and stood. "No. I have no idea how this person got the song, especially from out here.

"You see," he added, looking at Claudia. "The less you involve yourself with the commercialized outside world, the less it involves itself with you."

"Humph," Claudia grumbled as Artie turned away. "And here I was thinking you were starting to get modernized."