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Just Do It

I wrote a song for my uncle, but he left on tour … for a year! Johnny told him I could use his old studio. My heart skipped two beats.

“One stipulation,” he whispered.  “You can not leave until you have your song.”

Ten days later after 12 hour stints and no dust left in the place, my recording was ready. That is I had the notes, the pauses, even my voice. As I was all alone, just me and two windows, my mind made it real.

I called my uncle on tour in Japan and played him my recording. I didn’t hear him speak, only silence. Then a voice I recognized as Johnny’s said, “Tell him to meet us in Nashville at Christmas.”

by Caroline

for Rochelle Wiseoff Fields 100 Word Friday Photo Prompt

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