song hunting

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When Atlas woke up she got a call from her manager saying that an artist wanted her to be a special guest at a concert in Buffalo. It was short notice but she said yes. She was already in the state and was dying to get back on stage.

Even if it was just for a song or two.

After that she changed into jeans and put on a black shirt. A knock at her door came and she walked over and opened it to see Austin. "Hey." She said, smiling. "Hey."

"Let me grab my purse." She said, walking to her kitchen and grabbing it from her chair. Together they walked down to one of the shops and got smoothies. She asked him to take a picture of her and he did.

Shortly after they went back to her apartment. She quickly wrote a caption for it and posted it on her story. Now she had work and had to figure out what songs to play and she had to contact the artist for approval for it.

Atlas kept a piano, guitar, recording booth, and other instruments and equipment in her New York apartment.

Austin was sitting in her couch and she came over at sat on the other end of it. "I got some good news this morning." She said and he smiled at her. "Yeah?"

"I'm a surprise guest for a gig of an artist who blew up recently." She told him and he nodded his head. "That's good. Do you know what you're going to play?" He asked her and she shook her head. "I have one song in mind but I don't know the other one."

He leaned his head against his arm. "What song did you have in mind?" He asked her. "Track 7. Lunch. The other song, I might do an unreleased song. I have over ten I could choose from."

"Do you want me to help you choose it?" Austin and she smiled at him. "Really?" She asked and he nodded his head. "Might as well. And I'd get to hear them." He said.

Atlas got up from the couch and walked into her room and grabbed her guitar and her songbook. She walked back into the room and sat back down on the couch. She opened the book and turned to one of the pages and started playing.

Things fall apart

And time breaks your heart

I wasn't there, but I know

She was your girl

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