Tennessee Fan

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Madison, sits by her fireplace with her old high school guitar and attempts to play. Her fingers rest on the fretboard and carefully strum, the note was more a jumbled up sounds seeing as the guitar was completely out of tune.

"Damn it" she huffed turning towards her old guitar case. She searched frantically for something to fix this guitar but found nothing. "Ugh! I can't with this thing!" She shouted in frustration tossing the guitar on the floor next to her.

She made a snack and confidently returned to the floor with the guitar. After many failed attempts she decided to call her help line.

"What's wrong with it?" Morgan asks, attempting to check the guitar over FaceTime. "It sounds like shit" she replied. "Maybe it's not tuned? Do you know how to tune one?" He asks.

"no, I just messed around with it in High school" she explains. She tugged at the strings witch drove Morgan crazy.
"No! Please don't do that" he exclaims.

Madison let go of the guitar it hit the floor making an awful noise. "Ouch" Morgan mumbled. He cringed at how she handled the guitar but stayed patient as he tried to help her fix it.

"Y'know this would be a hell of a lot easier if I just came over" he suggested. Madison groaned in frustration and nodded. "Yes, because I'm gonna throw it out the window"

"Be there in 10"

Madison waited until Morgan arrived, once his truck pulled up he let himself in and sat next to her on the rug.
"Now, hand it to me" he said, his voice patient.

Madison handed the guitar to Morgan, taking a bite from her snacks as she watched him. "Hey, give me one" he teased. She handed him a piece of her cookie and continued watching.

Morgan carefully strummed the guitar, this time fully tuned. His fingers rested on the fretboard as he glanced at her. "Well damn" she blurted.

"All fixed, gentle this time" he said handing the guitar off to her. She carefully strummed a note this time gaining a nod of approval from Morgan. "Hell yes, thanks" she said, continuing to strum.

"Next time, instead of ripping the strings out, call me and I'll fix it" he joked. "Yeah, sorry, I could tell that pissed you off"

"No, you didn't piss me off, just made me cringe a bit" he replies. Madison shrugged and sat the guitar next to them. "So, when are you performing next?" She asked.

"Next week, you wanna come along?" He asked. "I can't, I have work and my boss is an asshole" she explains.
"Sorry, maybe you'll be at the next one" he adds.

"Yeah, maybe"

Morgan sits in his tour bus as it drove down the highway. His fingers fidgeted with the pillow next to him as he stared out the window. Micheal sat next to him glancing out the window.

"What's your problem?" Micheal asked, Morgan looking over at him. "I miss Madison" he blurted.
"Then call her"

"She's at work, and her asshole boss won't allow it"

"So are y'all together?"

Morgan sighed and shook his head. "She's right there, but so far away at the same time"

"Ask her out, it's not that hard" Micheal said, Caleigh walked over and sat next to Micheal staring at Morgan in distress. "What's wrong?" She asked.