The black and white piano keys laid in front of me, my fingers moving softly over them. I played a melody for awhile, then discarded it just like the others I had created.
"C'mon Peyton, think!"
I put my hands back on the keys and played a few soft chords then added a few notes behind it. It sounded just like the last couple of tunes I'd come up with. Terrible.
I threw my arms up in frustration. Why couldn't I write anything good? Adam's depending on me, and I'm letting him down. I can't do that.
I pulled out my phone and started to write a message to my friends. Well, friends is kind of an understatement. I consider them family.
When the message was complete, I hit send.
It read "GUYS I NEED HELP!!! COME IMMEDIATELY!!!"
"Don't worry Adam, you'll have your song in no time".
I'm Peyton Rain, nephew of Adam Young. And I've been trusted to write a song for his new album.
