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Maybe that was because I was tapping my foot.

“That could be an awesome song.”

“You think?”

“Yeah.”

Wolf got up and turned on a big black piece of equipment that looked like an old-fashioned stereo. “If you think it’s got merit, I want to record it.” After plugging a cable into his guitar, he inserted in a slot on the machine before handing me a mike that he also plugged into it. “If you get the urge to sing, that’ll record your voice separately.”

“Thanks.” I didn’t think I’d be inspired, but I had my phone with me in case I wanted to look over any ideas I had. For now, though, I simply wanted to bask in the sounds Wolf was creating.

He started over, playing the initial tune that had caught my ear and began creating what might become a solo. I just nodded, smiling, loving what he was playing.

When he began composing a riff that sounded like it could be a verse, my brain decided to surprise me.

Oh, I had words. I had lots of words. And they were ready to spill out unprompted.

I started first by humming a melody.

And then the verses, silly as they were, just came flowing out.

I think I love you.

The way you care,

The way you share.

You can’t hide from me

Because I see

The real you.

I think I love you.

That knowing smile.

I drew a blank,but Wolf kept playing. Why’d I just blurt all that shit out? It was barely hidden in a song.

Stupid.

But I was inspired then to try something else, and the tune could warrant any number of different themes. I was glad Wolf was recording it in case I decided there was something usable.

So I started singing again.

It’s over now.

But we gave it a good try.

It’s over now.

And it’s time for us to fly.

You needto find out who you are

And I need to see who I am

Without you.

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