The Music Studio

The Music Studio

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"This sucks Dylan!" I looked up at him sitting there with his guitar. "Listen Peyton, I worked really hard." Dylan was frustrated. "Okay give me a second." I looked down at all the keys played his song back and added a few effects. "Better?" "How did you do that?" I looked at him smiling, "I'm just amazing like that." He grinned. "Yes you are Peyton."
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"And do you think lying to me again would make me stay." I was taken back by her question. "Lying to you? When did I ever..." "Cut the crap Dylan, I saw you. That night in your office. I saw the marks..." Taking her hand I placed it against my chest. "It's not what you think. Nothing happened that night believe me." "And why should I?" "What?" ***** "You are wrong. I don't feel anything about her. She is nothing compared to you." ***** "Dylan," she removed herself from me, "I don't think I can take all this emotional roller coaster ride. Before sure I admit I was struggling to make means end but my heart didn't endure this much pain when I'm with you." What is she saying? "What are you telling me?" Taking her hand she removed the ring from her fingers, "I can't marry you, I'm sorry."

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