Chapter Seven-3

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Mallory says this into the ceiling, warming up to her idea, and even if I can’t say that her idea could work out for me — it depends on so many factors — I’ve never had anyone really listen to where I was at with my music and meet me there with an idea. Everyone has always pushed for more, for something different, for what they want to hear or get from my career. I let it all happen, and now I don’t know what I want from my career, if anything, but her idea at least stops the circling for a minute. Plus, I have a better idea of why all the words have been choked for so long. “I did something sort of like that, once. Well, marginally related. There was this music festival that had a tent that showed old silent movies every night. They were inviting musicians from the festival to play the

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