She's comfortable in my hands, the curve of her body fits my own like we're kindred spirits. I'm not that good but I feel empowered as I belt out an early morning Melissa Etheridge anthem. To hell with the consequence!
I go for a good hour. It's been too long. My fingers hurt and my nail is filed down because I couldn't find a pick. I play a bunch of my own songs. I have enough to fill four albums.
And it occurs to me...what kind of person owns a recording studio and doesn't have a record of their own songs?
Dear Guitar,
Thanks.
Love Alanna
Why don't you make an EP? worth a shot anyway, I'm sure people around here would buy it
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