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I wasn’t so sure of that I thought that ht now, he’d want to knock me on my ass And I’d let him

She disappeared inside, and I stared after her until o inside Not yet

I slid into a chair and leaned forward, resting azed at the stone floor My shoulders felt heavy So didThe air was dah the Coffee House

So, Brent maybe, but the words wereunderwater

For a second, with my eyes closed, I went back in time Back to last summer when Trevor, Brent, and I would spend every other Friday night inside, playing until our fingers felt like they were gonna fall off

Trevor could pick apart any song anted to play And his voice, ether When the two of us were in the h our veins, when the crowd chanted and clapped because they wanted more—it was heaven

There was nothing like it

I wondered if he heard anything now If, when he was alone, unable to speak or to cos from before? Did he wonder why he was in a hospital bed, frozen in tied

“Jesus,” I h my hair It was still daazed up at the starless sky, I heard Brent and his buddy break into an old Skynyrd song

My fingers began to an to belt out the lyrics A little off key, but there was so there nonetheless, and

I heard the crowd singing along

I was up onthe patio and pushing the door open

A wall of heat hit me

The Coffee House was full—standing roo, it was dark Dark and intimate Just like I remembered

It was a great place to be You could find a dark corner and get busy with your girl while enjoying the tunes