Play My Song

Play My Song

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Kaelee and Brad were best friends. They shared everything including their love of music. Kaelee was always the one Brad could count on for the true, pure honesty of song. Brad was the one Kaelee could always count on when she just needed to feel normal. Together, the two were inseparable, despite their differing views and contrasting problems. But as times goes on, they begin to view themselves in new and different ways, relaizing that life is an ever changing ride. And then something terrible happens, and leaves Brad alone. A timeless tragedy that leaves him without even a half friend. He's lost and things have been turned upside down. Worst of all, things can never go back to the way they were. As time moves on, Brad is forced to realize that all good things have an end, and sometimes you have to find infinity in the song playing right now. Play My Song will grab you up and force you to feel the things Kaelee and Brad feel, not pulling any punches and showing you what it truly means to listen.
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This is going to be weird. At first at least. I haven't talked to you in over a year, but the teacher said we should use this diary to express our emotions and the only one I could ever be one hundred percent honest with is you. Those letters to you are worth 25% of my final grade so I must find some interesting things to talk to you about. It's going to be good for me too. It'll help me move on. Help me live my life again. I just hope that it will get easier because for now, just imagining talking to you every week brings it all back, all those feelings. I still hope that, one day, you will read those letters for real. That they won't just be a way to keep you in my mind. I'm not stupid, I know that you will never read them but imagining that you will helps me write what I really want to say. So this is for you, I hope you will enjoy. With all my love, Emily

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