"Well, if you like it, I'll have to play more." She says, and strums the guitar again idly. "Lets see, here's a song I wrote. I hope you like it just as much as the others."
The strumming picks up, more lively than what she'd previously been playing. It's a song she wrote a few years ago, back before she'd played for money and killed her muse.
"Rise and shine, work hard, carve out your name, Take aim, pull the trigger, hit the bulls eye for fame, Know the value of faith, an' family, and don't you complain, Open wide, your windows of opportunity"
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Date: 2020-08-25 03:34 am (UTC)The strumming picks up, more lively than what she'd previously been playing. It's a song she wrote a few years ago, back before she'd played for money and killed her muse.
"Rise and shine, work hard, carve out your name,
Take aim, pull the trigger, hit the bulls eye for fame,
Know the value of faith, an' family, and don't you complain,
Open wide, your windows of opportunity"