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Rob
Tired after a long night at Sam’s I put down my guitar case quietly and locked the door behind me. At least my broken heart was useful for making good music. We’d written a new song, and being on a roll we thought sleep could wait, and had played all night. Since I didn’t sleep well anymore, I might as well put the hours to good use. Sam had been dumped by his girlfriend recently too, so we made a fine pair, the two of us. We’d made a habit of staying up all night to record at his home studio.
Lying on the couch, listening half asleep, I played back what we’d recorded. It was strangely soothing to listen to my heartache being played back to me. It hurt in a good way, like the music made sure I’d never forget how I felt about Anna. I never knew I could be such a masochist. My mind
