Thomas the musician

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(C) hey Thomas

(T) hey cj what you up to

(C) cleaning

(T) so do you really not have a hobby?

(C) no I never grew up with one

(T) wouldn't your parents teach you any their has to be one

(Z) *walks out and hears cj*

(C) no I don't have parents well I have birth ones but no real parents I was abandoned when I was a 10 I got put in foster care until after I graduated highschool then I got to grow up joining college but I never had parents I was raised in foster care the only kids I knew were the kids who went in and left foster care they were my only friends

(Z) "she's like me"

(T) did you ever do music?

(C) yeah a boy in forester care was a friend of mine he taught me a song I loved

(T) *hands guitar* have at it

(C) *starts playing guitar and singing* "A million thoughts in my head, Should I let my heart keep listening 'Cause up 'til now I've walked the line
Nothing lost but something missing, I can't decide
What's wrong, what's right, Which way should I go, If only I knew what my heart was telling me, Don't know what I'm feeling, Is this just a dream? Ah oh, yeah, If only I could read the signs in front of me, I could find the way to who I'm meant to be, Ah oh, if only If only If only"

(Z) Clarissa

(C) that's half the song I would know the rest but he didn't get to teach me it

(Z) *walks back to room* "its really her from all those years ago"

(T) you sounded wonderful cj

(C) here's your guitar

(T) keep it I have many and this one should belong to you

(C) thank you Thomas

(T) no problem

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