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anything
with these lyrics, but maybe I could use this as a healthy exercise. It’s been
a while since I’ve written a great song. The inspiration hasn’t been there. I
could edit these lyrics. Put them to music. Maybe then I can get back into the
writing groove. Harmless.
    I’m up for hours debating, searching online
for the lyrics or anything similar. It’s possible someone copied the lyrics of a
popular song onto paper. I did that when I was little if I wanted to commit a song to memory.
    Results come up empty. My brain is fried.
And the lyrics are still reverberating through me as if they’ve already come to
life.
    I succumb to the craving. And like with
my own songs, I take a pen to paper and start editing.

 

 
    It’s
days later when I leave my room. That’s what happens when I write a song — except I didn’t write this one. I edited it and put
music to it, but it’s not mine. It belonged to a chair leg before the wind stole it and handed it to me.
    Guilt rumbles through me at the thought
of claiming it as my own, which is unfortunate. These lyrics are embedded in my
soul as if I did write them.
    I’m not a cover artist. Even purchasing
songs from our producers is something I stay away from. That’s not who I am.
I’ve climbed the charts because I enjoy writing and performing original songs.
No other song could possibly fit Wolf’s sound. Except this one; this song
haunts me.
    It’s noon , and I’m meeting the band at the studio we’re renting for the day. We’re having
our first practice since our last tour ended , and it’s much needed. The longer a band is together , the bigger the tendency to neglect the work that brought on the fame. I don’t
want that to happen to us.
    We kickoff
the tour with a local show in one week, which gives us enough time to go over
our set list and a new hit contender I wrote over break.
    “It’s too easy,” Hedge complains after we
play the new song. It’s not a surprise, unfortunately, my heart wasn’t
completely in this one, but Crawley liked it. And Hedge is a perfectionist.
He’ll be the first one to tell me something is a piece of shit, and I love him
for it. I just don’t have a backup plan this time.
    “What’s too easy?” Crawley growls,
obviously distracted by whoever is chirping in his ear. It sounds like someone
is asking for more money, which isn’t even his problem to deal with.
    “The set. We’ve done it a thousand times.
Let’s give this crowd something new. Something good.”
    “We’ve got ‘ Hidden
Road, ’” I respond halfheartedly, still trying
to salvage my poor runt of a song. It’s not a hit. Not even close. We all know
it, but the guys have been keeping their mouths shut up until now.
    Hedge pierces me with his stare. “Oh
yeah? You might be the face of this band , but
we have a say , too , and we’re not performing that piece of shit.”
    “Whoa . ”
Derrick steps in. “Calm down, dude.” Then he turns his gaze on me. “Do we have
anything else to try? Maybe we should explore other options. We’re not going to
win ’ em over with ‘ Hidden
Road. ’ Sorry , Wolf.” His apology is unnecessary. I’m right there with him.
    Crawley’s face grows red , and he pull s his
phone away. We all cover our ears in anticipation. We’ve seen him this irate
before. Even beyond our muffled ears we can hear him scream, “Tell those sons
of bitches we have a contract ! We are one week
until show time and they’re going to stick us with an empty stage?”
    I groan. A cancellation —t hat’s what this is about. Crawley specifically
requested this band and now they want to get greedy. “Let the tour company deal
with that shit and get your head in this studio,” I grumble at him.
    Crawley is the best b and m anager we
could have asked for, but sometimes I’m afraid his heart will explode when he’s
dealing with a crisis. He takes on too much and is the worst delegator,
thinking he can do everything better if he does it