3/26/17 6:42 pm
"hey shawny!"
"hon' bun! what's up?"
"not much, just sitting around."
"that's it? a girl like you has nothing to do on a sunday at 7?"
"nothing, what about you? mr. i have so many friends to make plans with."
"nothing. just playing a few chords on my guitar."
"play me something!"
"nahhh."
"cmon! sing for me too! maybe i'll give you a free art lesson someday."
"fine."
"yay!"
"give me a second."
"okay."
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"okay, so i started writing this a few days ago so it's not finished.
before you leave tomorrow
before you say goodbye
before you leave tomorrow
before you leave
stay here and lay here right in my arms
it's only a moment before you're gone
and i am keeping you warm
just act like you love me so i can go on and act like you love me so i can go on."
"woah. dude you're great. are you like signed? or like do you record in a studio?"
"no and no. i just write and sing for fun."
"dude. you could like become a pop star."
"oh shut up."
"you have to finish that and sing the full song to me one day."
"maybe."
"come on! you gotta get it studio recorded and everything! you're gonna become such a big hit."
"no i won't."
"don't forget me when you're big shawn, don't forget me."
"don't allow me to forget you."
6:42 pm incoming call 1 hour 6 minutes
