Guitar

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Frank didn't break his arms, so he insisted that I should bring his guitar to the hospital.
"Hey," he told me, "I'm going to have to entertain myself while you're in school. Might as well."
He was determined to play guitar for me for that stupid talent show.

"Hey Gerard," he said to me one day as I visited him.
"Yeah?"
"I wrote a song for you on guitar. I didn't come up with lyrics, but I have the guitar parts."
Then, he played me a beautiful song. It sounded like it had so much emotion put into it. It was absolutely beautiful. Suddenly, I had an idea.

3...2...1

"GO!" I yelled.

Frank started to play his song, and I recorded it on a camera. He had so much emotion in his face, you could barely tell he was hurt.

When he finished, he whispered into the camera "I love you, Gerard."

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