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Of all the nights for a fucking power outage. Patrick sits among the candles strategically placed around his rented room. The number of them is bordering on hazardous, but it’s worth it if he can get the rest of these chords transcribed. Open Mic is tomorrow, and this may be the only shot Patrick gets. It had been a bitch to convince David to hold one in the first place. God only knows if Patrick could make lightning strike twice (no pun intended).
He knows the song by heart, having listened to it on an endless loop before the electricity cut out. Patrick takes a deep breath, and shakes out his hands in an effort to get them to stop trembling. He rearranges the guitar on his lap, tucks the pencil behind his ear, and resumes picking at the strings. Like the universe is giving its blessing, the notes seem to neatly arrange themselves on the lined paper in front of him until every bar is accounted for. He runs through the song one more time, satisfied with his efforts.
Patrick replaces the acoustic guitar on the stand in the corner before extinguishing each candle. Acrid smoke curls in the moonlight, like a wish being sent to heaven. He hopes like hell it works because tomorrow Patrick Brewer is going to tell David Rose I love you.
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