elingellarâ:
She twirled the glass around her fingers âthereâs nothing like a glass of bourbon to bring out the lyrics.â she glanced up a bright smile on her lips âwriters block hit hard today.âÂ
âI feel that,â Andrea said, lifting her margarita glass and taking a sip. âItâs like everything I write it shit or stuff Iâve already written before.â













