And one for me. I put it in my nightstand, next to a half-empty bottle of melatonin and a photograph of a girl I don’t recognize anymore.
I never listened to the CD again. I packed it away, told myself it was a demo, a rough draft, a thing I’d revisit when I was famous enough to laugh at my origins. rock band songs 1
I burned the CD to my hard drive. Then I made three copies. One for my daughter, for when she’s old enough to understand what a dream looks like before it becomes a regret. One for my ex-wife, because she once asked if I ever made anything beautiful, and I lied and said no. And one for me