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Katherine sat on the picnic table outside Dillon’s house with his guitar on her lap. She took her time tuning it until it sounded almost like the one she played on stage.
Katherine went through some routine chords, warming herself up, before she dove into what she really wanted to play. The chords Dillon played days earlier were simple enough for her to easily pick up the melody of the music. She added her own spin to it, slowing down the tune until it resonated inside her.
She closed her eyes and played, humming with the guitar until she knew it was perfect. Katherine glanced around to make sure no one was nearby, then strummed the guitar again and jumped into the song that wouldn’t leave her mind.
She sang the verse that came to her first. The one she heard in her head when Dillon
