I sat down at my computer, ready to write the English essay I'd been procrastinating. I looked across the room and saw my guitar leaning up against the wall. Strings glinted in the light. Play me, it seemed to beg. I knew I shouldn't, I really needed to finish this essay. Just one or two songs? The guitar asked.
I gave in.
This is the story of any procrastinating teenager.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much.
This brought a smile to my face.
P.S.
YOU LIVE FAR AWAY.
Sincerely,
ASL