“Hard to forget,” he grumbles. “Must suck sometimes,” I say. “Yeah, it does, but then I remember the good things that come with a job like mine.” “Like what?” “Connecting with people through my songs. Making them feel seen and heard with my lyrics.” “That’s the best part.” My lips curve of their own accord. His smile is nothing but friendly. “I knew you’d understand.” “Yeah.” I focus on a spot in the distance. “So…” Here we go. “I know you said you don’t write songs anymore.” “Mm-hmm.” “Is there any way I could convince you to try?”
