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It was getting later, and we were all sitting around the campfire.  The Bluetooth speaker had gone flat so Patty was picking delicately on a beat up acoustic guitar, the soft melody playing through the gentle night breeze.  After a little while, everyone was shouting out requests, laughing whenever someone came up with something absurd, like Slayer or Metallica or slipknot.

"I bet Violet could shred out a banger!"  Dylan laughed, and I glanced around the circle, realising with horror that they were all grinning at me expectantly.

"I don't play," I stuttered, shrinking back a little.

They all urged me, but I shook my head, refusing.  There was no way in hell I'd play anything in front of anyone.  I knew how easily I could make a fool of myself, and I was going to avoid it at all costs.

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